“Was there a lot of damage to your vehicle?” Rory asked.
“He hit me with his car, not my car. He backed into me and knocked me on my backside. Left me with a bruised tailbone and a torn dress.”
Rory leaned closer and let his hand glide from her breast down her side, only to snake around to cup her ass. “Feels like it healed all right, but I’ll happily hex this Jimmy Jones for ya.”
“You can do that? Hex people?” Jennifer was more curious than worried.
Rory nodded. “For ya? Anything. Just say the word.”
“That’s a sweet offer, but karma already got him. The woman he married ran over his foot.”
He drew her body against his. Their naked flesh slid against each other in the water. Each tiny movement brought with it a myriad of sensations. Jennifer lost all thoughts as pleasure and temptation flooded her. She wanted this, him, more than anything else in her life.
“This is a bizarre conversation to be having at such a moment.” Rory’s lips brushed against her temple.
“What should we be talking about?” She found it hard to concentrate when she’d rather be kissing him.
“Soap.”
“Soap?” she repeated, leaning back to study his face.
“Mm.” His lids fell heavy over his eyes as he reached his hand between the curtains only to return holding a bottle. “Definitely soap.”
Rory squeezed a large amount on his hand and instantly brought his palms together to create the start of a lather. Magick glowed from his fingers as he brought the soap to her chest and began washing her. The soap glided while the magick tingled. The unmistakably male scent of the body wash smelled like him. When his hands slid around her hips to pull her against him, he washed her chest with his. The erotic play made it impossible to think beyond the moment.
Jennifer soaped her hands on his chest and drew them over his shoulders to his neck. She offered her mouth for a kiss. At times, she couldn’t tell if he was washing her or caressing her, but either way it was gratifying. By the time his hands found their way between her thighs she was ready to scream from sexual need.
The tingling touch of his magick-laced fingers was unlike anything she’d ever felt. When he touched her, there were no doubts or fears. When he kissed her, she felt safe and protected. This is what perfection felt like.
No, not perfection. Love. This is what love felt like.
The concept seemed strange, to love someone without the history, the type of connection that usually took time to build. And yet, Jennifer felt love for him, and part of her thought maybe he could love her too.
A finger stroked along her sex, tingling and rubbing, sliding in her body’s natural response. It didn’t take much for an orgasm to flow through her. She gasped, forced to grab hold of his arms to keep from falling in the tub.
“Oh my…” She tried to form the words, but they wouldn’t come. “Wow.”
“Oh my wow to ya too, love,” Rory whispered. She felt the heat of his arousal against her stomach. He had not joined her in release. “That was a beautiful thing to behold.”
“We should, ah, should…?” Jennifer gave a small laugh. “What?”
“Turn around, rinse off,” he said.
She nodded, turning to wash the remainder of the soap from her skin. She pushed her wet hair over her shoulders only to feel him start to lather it for her. When he finished, he said, “Turn.” She did, rinsing her hair. They repeated the processing with the conditioner.
Like a gentleman, he helped her step out of the tub before rinsing himself and following her. Jennifer dried with a towel. Rory didn’t bother to get his own as he grabbed one end of her towel and pulled her toward the bed.
Rory urged her onto the mattress, throwing the towel aside as he crawled over with damp skin. The eagerness of his movements gave away the desperation of his desires. He had not met with his release in the shower.
The soft comforter padded the length of her body as a naked thigh pressed between her legs. He brought his mouth to hers, resuming where they’d left off in the shower. The sounds of his moans caused her to shiver. Each brush of his body to hers left trails of magick in its wake.
Jennifer opened her legs, needing to feel him.
“Don’t worry, I have protection,” he whispered seconds before a glow came from between them. She glanced between their bodies to see from where the light came.
Jennifer couldn’t help her laugh. “A glowing penis. I can definitely say that’s a first.”
Rory tried to smile, but the look appeared pained as he maneuvered his hips between her thighs and pushed forward. She waited in anticipation, wondering if that part of him would tingle like the rest when it touched her. Jennifer gasped as a pulse of energy vibrated as he entered her. It coursed through her like electric fire, sizzling her from her head to her toes in overwhelming passion.
Even without the magickal bonus, Rory knew how to please her, working his hips, lifting and thrusting, kissing and moaning. She felt as if she were the center of his world.
Jennifer made a soft noise as the tension built toward another release. Her heart hammered violently. She trembled as the climax ripped through her. Rory stiffened above her as he too found release.
Jennifer tried to catch her breath. Her arms dropped over her head on the comforter. “Oh my. Wow.”
Rory rolled to lie next to her on the bed. He pulled her by the hip to move her closer to him. He gazed into her eyes for a long time. When their breathing finally slowed, he whispered, “I don’t know how to say this without sounding cheesy or scaring ya away, but…”
“But?” She prompted, eagerly awaiting for him to finish the thought.
“I have been around a long time. Hundreds
