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in the dark eyes. ?And to prove that I too can be kind on occasion, we will take that shower you mentioned.?
We?? Alarm bells sounded in her head as Alex tossed away the covers and swung himself off the bed.
She clutched at the sheet. ?I?I can wait?? she said, trying, even at this juncture, not to look at him.
?Why?when there is no need?? He was laughing openly now. ?Believe me, my lovely one, you have nothing to fear. You will never be safer from my attentions than you are now.? He held out a hand. ?Come with me.?
He waited, and when she still hesitated he sighed briefly and impatiently, twitched the sheet from her grasp and scooped her up from the bed, carrying her in his arms across the room to a door standing ajar, and shouldering it open.
Natasha received a fleeting impression of creamy tiles marbled in blue and gold, and mirrors everywhere, as Alex walked with her to a shower cabinet almost as large as the entire bathroom at her flat. He set her on her feet directly under the shower head and joined her, switching on the water to full power.
As the force of it hit her, she gasped, and Alex?s arm went round her, steadying her. After a moment, he adjusted the flow, and reached for the shower gel. He tipped some into his hand, turning her so that her back was towards him, and began to apply the scented lather to her skin, beginning with her shoulders and working downwards in small circular movements, his fingertips firm and very sure.
She wanted to tell him to stop?that she could manage for herself?but her voice didn?t seem to be working properly, and it was important for him, somehow, not to know that.
As his fingers moved down over the curves of her buttocks to her slender thighs she could feel her resistance draining away, to be replaced by a disturbing inner trembling. Every nerve-ending seemed to be tingling as her body came reluctantly, unexpectedly alive under the leisurely path of his hands.
He soaped every inch of each slim leg, then turned her to face him and began his ministrations all over again, moving up from her ankle to her knee then slowly edging higher.
His hands lingered on her thighs, brushing gently across the soft mound at their apex, making the breath catch in her throat as she waited, on a knife-edge, torn between panic and excitement, for him to touch her again there? there .
Only he did not. Instead, his fingers moved unhurriedly upwards, across her abdomen to her breasts, where he paused, anointing each swollen peak with as much tantalising care as if he?d been stroking the petals of a flower.
And she stood before him, hollow, helpless, with her legs shaking under her, every touch, every caress burning into her mind. Suggesting possibilities?dangers she refused even to contemplate.
Alex stepped back, studying her, his face absorbed and intent, as if judging his own handiwork, then took a further handful of gel and applied it briskly and thoroughly to his own body, before turning the water back to its full flow and rinsing the lather from them both.
Turning the shower off, he lifted her out, wrapping her in a fluffy bath sheet, then took a towel and began to dry her wet hair, combing the damp strands with his fingers.
This task also completed to his apparent satisfaction, he took the edges of her bath sheet in both hands, drew her forward and kissed her slowly and gently on the mouth, his lips barely moving on hers, demanding no real response.
When at last he lifted his head, he said quietly, ?Next time we make love, it will be better for you, I promise. But for now, I think we should return to bed, and get some rest.?
She stared at him, mind and body in total confusion. She thought, I don?t dare be in bed with him again?not feeling like this. Not wanting?
She brought that line of thought to an abrupt and very necessary halt. Found her voice at last, and let scorn mask any unsteadiness in her tone.
?Nothing you do will ever make things better between us, kyrie . I just want to be
We?? Alarm bells sounded in her head as Alex tossed away the covers and swung himself off the bed.
She clutched at the sheet. ?I?I can wait?? she said, trying, even at this juncture, not to look at him.
?Why?when there is no need?? He was laughing openly now. ?Believe me, my lovely one, you have nothing to fear. You will never be safer from my attentions than you are now.? He held out a hand. ?Come with me.?
He waited, and when she still hesitated he sighed briefly and impatiently, twitched the sheet from her grasp and scooped her up from the bed, carrying her in his arms across the room to a door standing ajar, and shouldering it open.
Natasha received a fleeting impression of creamy tiles marbled in blue and gold, and mirrors everywhere, as Alex walked with her to a shower cabinet almost as large as the entire bathroom at her flat. He set her on her feet directly under the shower head and joined her, switching on the water to full power.
As the force of it hit her, she gasped, and Alex?s arm went round her, steadying her. After a moment, he adjusted the flow, and reached for the shower gel. He tipped some into his hand, turning her so that her back was towards him, and began to apply the scented lather to her skin, beginning with her shoulders and working downwards in small circular movements, his fingertips firm and very sure.
She wanted to tell him to stop?that she could manage for herself?but her voice didn?t seem to be working properly, and it was important for him, somehow, not to know that.
As his fingers moved down over the curves of her buttocks to her slender thighs she could feel her resistance draining away, to be replaced by a disturbing inner trembling. Every nerve-ending seemed to be tingling as her body came reluctantly, unexpectedly alive under the leisurely path of his hands.
He soaped every inch of each slim leg, then turned her to face him and began his ministrations all over again, moving up from her ankle to her knee then slowly edging higher.
His hands lingered on her thighs, brushing gently across the soft mound at their apex, making the breath catch in her throat as she waited, on a knife-edge, torn between panic and excitement, for him to touch her again there? there .
Only he did not. Instead, his fingers moved unhurriedly upwards, across her abdomen to her breasts, where he paused, anointing each swollen peak with as much tantalising care as if he?d been stroking the petals of a flower.
And she stood before him, hollow, helpless, with her legs shaking under her, every touch, every caress burning into her mind. Suggesting possibilities?dangers she refused even to contemplate.
Alex stepped back, studying her, his face absorbed and intent, as if judging his own handiwork, then took a further handful of gel and applied it briskly and thoroughly to his own body, before turning the water back to its full flow and rinsing the lather from them both.
Turning the shower off, he lifted her out, wrapping her in a fluffy bath sheet, then took a towel and began to dry her wet hair, combing the damp strands with his fingers.
This task also completed to his apparent satisfaction, he took the edges of her bath sheet in both hands, drew her forward and kissed her slowly and gently on the mouth, his lips barely moving on hers, demanding no real response.
When at last he lifted his head, he said quietly, ?Next time we make love, it will be better for you, I promise. But for now, I think we should return to bed, and get some rest.?
She stared at him, mind and body in total confusion. She thought, I don?t dare be in bed with him again?not feeling like this. Not wanting?
She brought that line of thought to an abrupt and very necessary halt. Found her voice at last, and let scorn mask any unsteadiness in her tone.
?Nothing you do will ever make things better between us, kyrie . I just want to be
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