Jennifer St Giles - Shadowmen 01 by Touch a Dark Wolf

Author:Touch a Dark Wolf [Wolf, Touch a Dark]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2010-10-25T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

“JARED!” ERIN CRIED, sounding almost frightened as she stiffened in his arms.

“Stand with me a moment. Help me ease this pain.”

He felt her exhale, heard her troubled sigh, and knew the moment she gave in to his need. She pressed her cheek to his heart and wrapped her arms around him. He closed his eyes and pulled her tighter, wanting to feel everything about her. He wanted her naked, but sensed her caution. He could wait... a few moments, at least.

He stood beneath the warm water, absorbing the deep scent of her, the shape of her supple softness pressed against him, and the excitement surging inside them both. He knew the thud of her heart, the rush of her pulse, and the growing heat of her blood. He also sensed her confusion and realized that he was the cause of it. He eased his hold on her, and she stepped back.

“How do you bathe yourself?” he asked, wanting to comfort and ease her. Perhaps the bathing ritual would soothe her.

Water turned her hair darker, sleeker. Long, spiked lashes framed eyes the color of sunlit starbursts. She stared at him intently a moment, then sighed and reached for one of the bottles she’d pointed to earlier. “I’ll show you,” she said softly.

He wanted more, to be touching her, soothing and enjoying her. Having her bathe him wasn’t exactly what he had in mind, but... he could accept it for now. Then he could bathe her.

Putting a small amount of liquid in each of her hands, she looked up at him. “Keep your eyes shut while there is soap in your hair,” she said, slowly sliding her fingers into his hair. He smiled at her and closed his eyes to enjoy her touch, her smell, her nearness.

Erin was sure she was now totally certifiable. Though she’d already stripped off her shoes and stockings and trashed them, she still wore her ruined uniform and now stood in a shower with a naked man—uh, naked spirit being from Eden?

She barely knew the man, but she was totally sunk by his plea to help him. The need in his iridescent blue eyes and the sinful pleasure of his lips—a mouth made for seducing anything that breathed —had pulled her beneath the spray with him as much as his hands.

There was one thing she kept forgetting, though—to breathe in between her dizzying moments of total brain meltdown. The man was drowning her in sensations, and she grabbed onto the erotic lifeline he ’d thrown her: showing him how to bathe.

Massaging the shampoo through his velvety black hair and its lone silver streak was an exotic exploration. The silk of it, the length of it, the feel of it made her even hungrier to know every nuance of him. The dark strands, rinsed free of the suds, fell well past his broad shoulders. Picking up the soap, she breathed its fresh tangy smell of highland lavender and set to work on the supple planes of his face, the dip bisecting his chin, and the tickling softness of his shadowed beard.

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