added, “Be careful of yourself.”
“Why?” She gave him a naughty look. How had she known to do that? She deliberately lowered her lashes and made the look wicked.
He grinned and shook his head. “You could turn into a dreadful tease.”
“Not a tart?”
“No.” He was serious again.
“If you will get off, I need to take a bath. I’m quite sticky.”
“I’ll bathe you.” His voice cracked.
“Now that I can do by myself. I did need you to show me how to do sex, and I really appreciate it. I’ll never forget you. But I can bathe myself.”
“It could be fun to bathe you.”
She sassed, “I might let you another time.”
“When we have lots of time. Like now.”
She protested. “I am absolutely starving!”
“Go bathe. I’ll fix your breakfast.”
“How do you know what I want to eat?”
“I saw your plates yesterday morning. You have the appetite of a stevedore!”
She shrugged as she grinned. “I won’t ever get fat. Our family...”
“I’ll see to it you get enough exercise.”
She grinned. “I know. Swimming, golf...”
“Bed.”
“That old exercise!” She sighed and let her arms collapse out on the bed.
In a gruff voice, he said, “I want you again.”
She frowned sassily at him. “Are all men insatiable?”
“Only me with you.”
“You are terrific.” She pulled his head down to kiss him. “I’m a little sore.”
“I suppose you would be. I’ve been greedy.” He moved carefully from her. “But as with any exercise, you can adjust to this new variety.”
She laughed again as she rose from the bed. Dragging the top sheet along to cover her front, she collected her dress and pulled it over her head. “You sound as if we’re going to work into a routine.”
“Aren’t we?” He lay watching her.
“We can’t get into a routine in just another couple of days.”
“No,” he agreed. “Not in a couple of days.”
In the silken dress, she turned and gave him a thrilling view of her short, tumbled hair, her saucy face, her back and the curve of her breast as she looked at him, quite level eyed. “That’s all there will be. I leave on Sunday.”
He readily agreed, “Of course.” But he smiled at her.
She went into the bathroom and turned on the water to fill the tub. Then she went to the very neglected bedroom and chose a pair of shorts, a pullover and underwear. She went back to the kitchen and asked, “Do you always cook naked?”
“I make it a point to get down to basics.”
She nodded, accepting that. “Would you like to bathe first?”
“I’ll shower during your first course.”
She cautioned, “Don’t get carried away. I only eat a normal woman’s portion.”
“Got it. Hash browns?”
“No.”
“Hustle up.”
She left him busily working and returned to the bath and stripped. She sprinkled some bath oil into the water and settled in blissfully, allowing the water to fill as full as it would. Then she turned it off to lie there, smiling with her eyes closed.
“A mermaid.”
Her eyes popped open to see Chas standing there magnificently. She blushed and her hands flew to cover herself, but she smiled a little.
He squatted down, leaned over the tub, plunged his arms into the water to gather her close as he lifted her to him and kissed her.
“What is it about me in water that makes you want to drown me and kiss me?”
“You won’t drown,” he assured her gruffly. “I’ll keep you safe. You need to get out. If you don’t and I get into that tub with you, mermaid, we’ll have to fix another breakfast. Yours is ready.”
She sat up, then accepted his hand as she stood. “I’m absolutely starved!” She grabbed a concealing towel and discreetly began drying herself.
He helped, but he was selective where he dried. He commented as if in relief, “Well, at last I’ve found something to distract you from sex.”
Her eyes became serious. “Chas. Do you feel as if I’ve...used you?”
Sadly, he declared, “My body’s
“Why?” She gave him a naughty look. How had she known to do that? She deliberately lowered her lashes and made the look wicked.
He grinned and shook his head. “You could turn into a dreadful tease.”
“Not a tart?”
“No.” He was serious again.
“If you will get off, I need to take a bath. I’m quite sticky.”
“I’ll bathe you.” His voice cracked.
“Now that I can do by myself. I did need you to show me how to do sex, and I really appreciate it. I’ll never forget you. But I can bathe myself.”
“It could be fun to bathe you.”
She sassed, “I might let you another time.”
“When we have lots of time. Like now.”
She protested. “I am absolutely starving!”
“Go bathe. I’ll fix your breakfast.”
“How do you know what I want to eat?”
“I saw your plates yesterday morning. You have the appetite of a stevedore!”
She shrugged as she grinned. “I won’t ever get fat. Our family...”
“I’ll see to it you get enough exercise.”
She grinned. “I know. Swimming, golf...”
“Bed.”
“That old exercise!” She sighed and let her arms collapse out on the bed.
In a gruff voice, he said, “I want you again.”
She frowned sassily at him. “Are all men insatiable?”
“Only me with you.”
“You are terrific.” She pulled his head down to kiss him. “I’m a little sore.”
“I suppose you would be. I’ve been greedy.” He moved carefully from her. “But as with any exercise, you can adjust to this new variety.”
She laughed again as she rose from the bed. Dragging the top sheet along to cover her front, she collected her dress and pulled it over her head. “You sound as if we’re going to work into a routine.”
“Aren’t we?” He lay watching her.
“We can’t get into a routine in just another couple of days.”
“No,” he agreed. “Not in a couple of days.”
In the silken dress, she turned and gave him a thrilling view of her short, tumbled hair, her saucy face, her back and the curve of her breast as she looked at him, quite level eyed. “That’s all there will be. I leave on Sunday.”
He readily agreed, “Of course.” But he smiled at her.
She went into the bathroom and turned on the water to fill the tub. Then she went to the very neglected bedroom and chose a pair of shorts, a pullover and underwear. She went back to the kitchen and asked, “Do you always cook naked?”
“I make it a point to get down to basics.”
She nodded, accepting that. “Would you like to bathe first?”
“I’ll shower during your first course.”
She cautioned, “Don’t get carried away. I only eat a normal woman’s portion.”
“Got it. Hash browns?”
“No.”
“Hustle up.”
She left him busily working and returned to the bath and stripped. She sprinkled some bath oil into the water and settled in blissfully, allowing the water to fill as full as it would. Then she turned it off to lie there, smiling with her eyes closed.
“A mermaid.”
Her eyes popped open to see Chas standing there magnificently. She blushed and her hands flew to cover herself, but she smiled a little.
He squatted down, leaned over the tub, plunged his arms into the water to gather her close as he lifted her to him and kissed her.
“What is it about me in water that makes you want to drown me and kiss me?”
“You won’t drown,” he assured her gruffly. “I’ll keep you safe. You need to get out. If you don’t and I get into that tub with you, mermaid, we’ll have to fix another breakfast. Yours is ready.”
She sat up, then accepted his hand as she stood. “I’m absolutely starved!” She grabbed a concealing towel and discreetly began drying herself.
He helped, but he was selective where he dried. He commented as if in relief, “Well, at last I’ve found something to distract you from sex.”
Her eyes became serious. “Chas. Do you feel as if I’ve...used you?”
Sadly, he declared, “My body’s
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