She held up a palm to stop him from advancing. He looked ready to lift her against the nearest wall and take her. Which was fine, but they had a nice bed and a private bath. She was dirty and sweaty and sticky from the day’s various activities. “If you wish to make love to me properly, I will bathe.”
He backed away from her, nodding. She ducked into the bathroom and stripped naked. She took her time in the shower, washing every inch of her body and shampooing her hair. When she was finished, she felt like a new woman.
He showered next. She sat at the edge of the bed and waited. He was quick. He emerged with a towel around his waist. Her eyes took a leisurely path from his well-muscled torso to his bare feet. Her stomach fluttered with awareness as he approached the bed. She drew the towel up to expose his injured thigh.
“Does it ache?”
“A little.”
She pressed against his hard flesh. “There is no swelling.”
“You’re looking in the wrong place.”
She moved her gaze to his erection, which was definitely swollen. She removed the towel for a closer inspection. Her throat went dry at the sight of him. “Oh my.”
“What’s your diagnosis?”
She wrapped her hand around his thick shaft. He was like a stone under hot, tender skin.
“I think you have a fever.”
He strained toward her, his jaw tight.
She stroked him up and down. “You need immediate attention. This organ is dangerously enlarged.”
He choked out a laugh. “Can you treat me?”
“Yes. I have the cure right here.” She took off her own towel, exposing her naked body. “I recommend immersion therapy.”
He stared at her as if he’d never seen a nude woman before. He’d seen everything, but not all at once. A pulse throbbed at the base of his throat. He pushed her back on the bed and climbed on top of her, his gaze smoldering. “I’m not ready for immersion.”
“No?”
“I’ll have to work up to it.”
She twined her arms around his neck, smiling.
He smiled back at her. “I like the way you play doctor.”
She touched her lips to his. “You’re a good patient.”
“Remember how you said I should find another woman to make love to?”
“Yes.”
“What did you want me to do to her?”
Heat prickled over the surface of her skin. “Kiss her breasts.”
He dipped his head with relish, nuzzling her ample flesh. His mouth closed around one taut nipple, then the other. He used his tongue and lips and teeth until she was lost in pleasure, her hands buried in his damp hair. A greedy pulse throbbed between her legs.
“Where else should I kiss?”
She moaned, pushing his head lower.
“Her stomach?”
“Lower.”
“Her inner thighs?”
Layah spread hers wide. He kissed the inside of her knee and moved his way up. By the time he reached the apex of her arousal, she was quivering with anticipation. He skipped over her center and moved toward the other knee.
“You are teasing this poor woman,” she panted.
“She likes it.”
With a groan, Layah took matters into her own hands and stroked her needy flesh. She was slippery and swollen.
“That’s cheating,” he said. “Now I have to start over.”
She gasped as he flipped her onto her stomach and gave the same treatment to the backs of her thighs. He kissed every inch of her spine, from the cleft of her bottom to the nape of her neck. When he moved south again, she was writhing with impatience. She rolled over and pushed him on his back. Then she lowered her mouth to his erection, and she didn’t tease. She parted her lips and took him deep.
He let her pleasure him, burying a hand in her hair. She couldn’t manage his entire length, but she tried. His face was exquisitely tense as he watched her mouth move up and down. He pulled her away after a few moments, shuddering.
She touched her tingling lips. “I have bad news about your condition.”
“What’s that?”
“If you refuse treatment, you could erupt.”
He smirked at the warning, climbing on top of her again. He held her thighs apart and buried his tongue between them. She didn’t expect him to be shy or tentative, and he wasn’t. He sucked and licked her in bold strokes. She was so primed for orgasm that she couldn’t hold off. She bucked against his mouth, exploding in pleasure.
He laughed at her lightning-fast climax.
“That was unfair,” she said, light-headed.
“I agree. You’re too easy.”
She slapped his shoulder in a weak protest. He stayed where he was and reapplied himself to the task, tasting her leisurely. She didn’t object to a second round. She’d never been loved like this before, as if her body was a delicious dessert. It was clear that he relished the act. He was a man of strong appetites in more ways than one. He flicked his tongue over her clitoris until she screamed his name. She came again, clutching his hair.
He wore a satisfied expression. “Should I go for three?”
“I can’t,” she panted.
“I bet you can.”
“I want you inside me.”
“I won’t last that way.”
“I don’t care. Just fill me.”
He gave her what she asked for. Stretching out on top of her, he held her gaze and pushed inside. She was slippery from two orgasms, and accommodated him easily. Her eyes fluttered closed as he filled her to the hilt.
“Look at me,” he said, withdrawing a little.
She opened her eyes.
He thrust inside again.
On the mountain, they’d been rushed and desperate. In this room they were safe, and he had time to do it right. Not that she was complaining about their earlier encounter. She’d loved every second of it. His heat, his size, his roughness. Their first coupling had been explosive. It had doused the fire that threatened to consume them both.
What he was doing
