Before they shoved up against the wall, he did as she asked and came harder than he ever had in his very long lifetime. And as he lay sweaty and slick over her back, gasping for breath, he realized her request was much more far-reaching than she had probably intended. He’d go with her anywhere. His heart and soul were hers.
He reached up and entwined his fingers with hers over the lip of the table. And they lay there for a while, catching their breaths.
“Well, that certainly lived up to the hype and expectations,” she said with a smile.
He slowly pulled out as she gave a disappointed whimper. He kissed her cheek. “Glad I didn’t disappoint.” He stepped back, giving her room to straighten up.
“Ha! Disappoint?” She turned to face him. “I’ve had more orgasms today than I had in the entire time I dated my ex-boyfriend.” She took his hand and pulled him toward a door off the living room.
“Who is he? I might have to kill him.”
She led him into an outdated bathroom with pale blue tile, pulled back the shower curtain covered in colorful fish, and turned on the water. “Don’t bother. He’s not even worth the effort.”
Nikolai smiled, not only at her words, but at her demeanor. She was totally at ease even after the mind-blowing sex. He followed her into the shower and enjoyed watching the spray ricochet off her body and run across her skin in rivulets.
Then he noticed the angry bruises across her pelvis and upper thighs from where he had slammed her body against the table, and dread prickled through him. “I hurt you.”
She picked up a pink bath pouf. “You’re kidding, right? I was the one saying ‘harder,’ and ‘faster,’ remember? Turn around.”
He wanted to purr like one of Zana’s cat shifters when she rubbed the soapy sponge over his back. Then she scrubbed lower, taking her time and driving him mad…again.
“So, how long were you with this guy?” he asked, surprised by his level of interest in her affair with a human. Maybe it was because he couldn’t imagine a woman this responsive not finding fulfillment with even a novice human lover. Maybe it was because he needed to know she valued him over this human. Certainly that wasn’t it. He couldn’t be jealous. He was a Slayer. Jealousy was for insecure weaklings.
She scrubbed down his legs. “On and off for two years.”
He almost choked. “Two years?”
“Yep. Turn around.”
She ran the sponge over his chest, studying him as if memorizing his body.
“Two years…” he mused. “Less orgasms than you’ve had with me today.”
“Definitely. He sucked and I mean that figuratively.” She ran the sponge lower, then systematically scrubbed the rest of him efficiently and effectively, and by the time she was done, he was so hard it hurt. “Rinse time,” she said, taking the hand-held nozzle from the wall and rinsing his body. “Now, my turn.”
He thought he just might die when she began lathering her body as if it were the best feeling on earth. She rubbed the sponge in circles over her breasts, and her eyes drifted shut. She even moaned when she scrubbed between her legs. By the time she rinsed, he was a total wreck. “Now, Mr. Itzov. You had me eye spying tables and crossing my legs all morning after you told me your plan, so here is my retaliation.” She stepped out of the shower and wrapped in a towel. “I make plans, too, you see.” She pulled a towel out of the cabinet and handed it to him. “Because we have a limited amount of time, and even though we don’t know what ‘all hell’ is, we know it’s going to break loose around this time tomorrow, I think we need to maximize our time together.”
Nikolai couldn’t agree more. Nor could his aching cock straining against the towel around his waist.
“So, while you had me thinking about tables, what I want you to think about is my tongue, okay?” She leaned forward and swirled it around his nipple. As difficult as it was, he kept his hands at his sides. This was her show, and he needed to give her the floor.
He swallowed hard as she unwrapped the towel around his waist. “So, I’m thinking after we eat something—because when all hell breaks loose, we don’t know when we’re going to get to eat again—I could use my tongue here, kinda like this.” And she leaned over and circled the head of him with her tongue, but pulled away after only two passes. He groaned.
After securing the towel around his waist again, she pulled a brush from a drawer and drew it through her hair. “Yeah, like that, and then I’d see how much of you I can take in my mouth because that’s a real consideration, seeing how large you are. Not that I’m complaining or anything.”
“No, of course not,” he said in complete disbelief as she strolled out of the bathroom.
“So, what do you think of my plan?” her voice called from the hallway.
“I…um. It’s a very sound plan. I like it.”