Treasure 3 by Kim Fielding

Author:Kim Fielding [Fielding, Kim]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN Julian woke up exactly how he’d fallen asleep: in Kit’s arms. His head was pillowed on Kit’s chest, and Kit was humming to himself while he untangled Julian’s hair with his fingers.

“Was I snoring again?” Julian asked sleepily.

“No. But you drooled on me.”

“Oh. I am sor—”

“Don’t be. I like to watch you sleep.”

And, unexpectedly, Julian liked the idea of Kit watching him sleep. It made him feel protected. Which he knew was silly, but emotions were like that. “I never used to sleep very soundly. Not until I came to Urchin Cove.”

“The sea air is good for one.”

“So everyone keeps saying.”

They were silent for a while, Kit playing with Julian’s hair and Julian tracing lazy circles on bits of Kit’s skin. “Are you sore at all?” Kit asked eventually.

“No.” Which wasn’t absolutely true. There was a bit of a twinge, but he welcomed it as a souvenir of the previous night. “But I do seem to be rather… messy.”

“And you smell like dinner. We both do. Perhaps we ought to bathe today.”

“Hmm. And wash the bedclothes.”

“But since they are dirty already and so are we, why not take advantage of the situation?”

Julian looked up at him quizzically, just in time to receive a heated kiss. This morning their movements were slower than the night before, lazier. But although there was less frenzy, there was more passion. They switched roles, with Kit teaching Julian just how exquisitely torturous it was have someone explore one’s body, touching every bit carefully but never quite enough. This time it was Julian who prepared Kit’s entry, watching his lover gasp and groan, discovering with his fingertip the little bundle of nerves that made Kit plead for more. When Julian sheathed himself inside Kit, he marveled at the heat and tightness and knew that he’d always consider this to be the most intimate of embraces.

They spent the entire day—and the three or four days afterward—making love, cleaning up, eating, talking, making love again. It was decadent and glorious. And it was ephemeral, as they both well knew, but they didn’t speak of that. Kit grew stronger. He claimed that all the exercise in bed was the key to his quick convalescence. Soon he was able to go to the outhouse unaided, and he took slow walks with Julian down the beach. Kit still hadn’t put on a stitch of clothing, which would have seemed silly except Julian was now spending most of his time barely dressed as well. There were many reasons why Julian dreaded his return to Greynox, and the inevitable layers of scratchy, uncomfortable clothing added to his unhappiness.

“Anything special you’d like for supper?” Julian asked as he readied himself for his walk to the village. Kit waggled his eyebrows. “More olive oil?”

“I meant something you’d like to eat.”

“So did I.” Kit had the most wonderfully lecherous smile. Just the sight of it and Julian had to adjust his breeches.

“I shall be back in an hour.”

“And I’ll be waiting.” Kit returned to reading one of Julian’s books.

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