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get in the tub and we’ll go to bed. We can talk after we’ve rested.” Now that he knew she was safe, his own fatigue was settling in. He wiped at his eyelids, resisting the urge to yawn.
“I’m so sorry, Luke.” Her bottom lip trembled, and he was afraid she would start crying again. He swiped at her lip, smoothing it, before he leaned in and kissed her gently.
Suddenly surrounded by the familiar sensations of Kathy, her feel, her taste, her sounds, Luke forgot he was trying to be a gentleman, and pulled her closer to him. He nibbled at her lips, he hadn’t tasted them in months, and suckled at her tongue, before swooping in and claiming her mouth with a kiss that grew from tinder to a flame in a matter of seconds. Hot desire surged through him as he surrounded himself with the sensations of Kathy.
Kathy moaned into his mouth, and pressed up against him, her hands snaking up his shoulder and into his hair, pulling him closer. The exquisite sting of hair-pulling lent itself to his pulling her flush against his now raging hard-on.
Breathless, he broke the kiss. “Kathy…I didn’t intend this tonight. Let’s get you into the bath. Come on. I’ll wash you.” Slowly, he slipped her dress over her head and looked her over for bruises. He saw a small cut on the back of her waist, but it wasn’t much, so he decided to ask about it later. His fingers unclasped her bra, and he resisted the supreme need to squeeze her stunning tits. Slipping off her panties, he managed to stop at a small whiff, while his face was close. All in all, he was proud of his restraint.
He led her to the tub by the hand. “Come on, honey. Let’s get you in the bath.” He was still worried about her. She seemed so spacey, which was unlike Kathy. Sure, she wasn’t always “with-it,” but she normally gave off this effervescent energy, and he couldn’t find that right now.
She slipped into the tub, easing into the hot water, and Luke watched as she submerged her skin inch by delicious inch. Her eyes rose to his, and she sleepily asked, “Get in with me?”
She didn’t have to ask him twice. He told himself it would be easier to wash her well, as he shrugged out of his gift-shop tee shirt and sweat pants, but the erection springing free gave him away. Kathy didn’t seem to notice though, and that worried him, causing his little buddy to shrivel slightly.
As soon as he slipped in behind her, Kathy exhaled a deep breath and turned to snuggle into the crook of his arm. Her eyes shut, and she fell asleep almost immediately. Luke was smacked with the sudden realization that she needed the security of him. That’s when it dawned on him. She felt safe with him. Whatever had happened in the last forty-eight hours was over, and she was with him. Safe. It was humbling, and he felt a certain sense of pride swell inside him.
Being careful not to waken her, Luke washed Kathy the best he could. He rested her head on his thighs and he washed and rinsed her hair, then conditioned it. She was a rag doll that he maneuvered around in the water, as he washed every inch of her body, taking liberties that only brought a small sense of guilt as she was sleeping so soundly.
She woke briefly, when he got her out and dried her off, but was asleep minutes after he put her in the soft king-sized bed and pulled her body in to his. Only after making sure she was warm, clean and comfortable did he allow himself to succumb to sleep.
Chapter 8
L ight streamed in the windows, as Luke gazed down on Kathy’s sleeping form. They’d slept most of the morning, and now, as she stirred, he watched her face relaxed with slumber. Her light lashes rested on high cheek bones, and her pert nose was dusted with a light smattering of freckles. He knew that was the only place on her body with freckles. The rest of her skin was creamy white. Her mouth was small, but her lips full, and Luke didn’t even try to stop the wayward thoughts about what Kathy could do with the
“I’m so sorry, Luke.” Her bottom lip trembled, and he was afraid she would start crying again. He swiped at her lip, smoothing it, before he leaned in and kissed her gently.
Suddenly surrounded by the familiar sensations of Kathy, her feel, her taste, her sounds, Luke forgot he was trying to be a gentleman, and pulled her closer to him. He nibbled at her lips, he hadn’t tasted them in months, and suckled at her tongue, before swooping in and claiming her mouth with a kiss that grew from tinder to a flame in a matter of seconds. Hot desire surged through him as he surrounded himself with the sensations of Kathy.
Kathy moaned into his mouth, and pressed up against him, her hands snaking up his shoulder and into his hair, pulling him closer. The exquisite sting of hair-pulling lent itself to his pulling her flush against his now raging hard-on.
Breathless, he broke the kiss. “Kathy…I didn’t intend this tonight. Let’s get you into the bath. Come on. I’ll wash you.” Slowly, he slipped her dress over her head and looked her over for bruises. He saw a small cut on the back of her waist, but it wasn’t much, so he decided to ask about it later. His fingers unclasped her bra, and he resisted the supreme need to squeeze her stunning tits. Slipping off her panties, he managed to stop at a small whiff, while his face was close. All in all, he was proud of his restraint.
He led her to the tub by the hand. “Come on, honey. Let’s get you in the bath.” He was still worried about her. She seemed so spacey, which was unlike Kathy. Sure, she wasn’t always “with-it,” but she normally gave off this effervescent energy, and he couldn’t find that right now.
She slipped into the tub, easing into the hot water, and Luke watched as she submerged her skin inch by delicious inch. Her eyes rose to his, and she sleepily asked, “Get in with me?”
She didn’t have to ask him twice. He told himself it would be easier to wash her well, as he shrugged out of his gift-shop tee shirt and sweat pants, but the erection springing free gave him away. Kathy didn’t seem to notice though, and that worried him, causing his little buddy to shrivel slightly.
As soon as he slipped in behind her, Kathy exhaled a deep breath and turned to snuggle into the crook of his arm. Her eyes shut, and she fell asleep almost immediately. Luke was smacked with the sudden realization that she needed the security of him. That’s when it dawned on him. She felt safe with him. Whatever had happened in the last forty-eight hours was over, and she was with him. Safe. It was humbling, and he felt a certain sense of pride swell inside him.
Being careful not to waken her, Luke washed Kathy the best he could. He rested her head on his thighs and he washed and rinsed her hair, then conditioned it. She was a rag doll that he maneuvered around in the water, as he washed every inch of her body, taking liberties that only brought a small sense of guilt as she was sleeping so soundly.
She woke briefly, when he got her out and dried her off, but was asleep minutes after he put her in the soft king-sized bed and pulled her body in to his. Only after making sure she was warm, clean and comfortable did he allow himself to succumb to sleep.
Chapter 8
L ight streamed in the windows, as Luke gazed down on Kathy’s sleeping form. They’d slept most of the morning, and now, as she stirred, he watched her face relaxed with slumber. Her light lashes rested on high cheek bones, and her pert nose was dusted with a light smattering of freckles. He knew that was the only place on her body with freckles. The rest of her skin was creamy white. Her mouth was small, but her lips full, and Luke didn’t even try to stop the wayward thoughts about what Kathy could do with the
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