you’ve learned.”
“I need to shower first. Then I’ll meet you in the kitchen to eat.”
He followed her upstairs and into the living room that connected her space to his.
“I’m fine, Clive. I’ll meet you downstairs.”
“If I did that I’d miss the sight of you in the shower. Which seems rather silly of me, don’t you think? Who’d want to let go of that opportunity? Certainly not an intelligent man, and I’m very intelligent.”
“Modest too,” she said as she shucked her clothes. “That asshole got blood on my blouse. David is magic with that sort of thing and I suspect Betchamp knows a few things about blood removal. The pants are in better shape. This is why you shouldn’t buy me nice stuff.”
“I know we’ve covered this before, darling.” Clive didn’t bother to get annoyed. Complaining was Rowan’s way of letting go of whatever shit she carried around all the time.
“How do you have so much money when you throw it away on chauffeur salaries and silk blouses for your wife who promptly gets blood spatter on them because she has to torture dumbasses she asks nicely for information?”
Naked, she stomped into the huge shower stall and he after her.
“Getting blood out of clothing is something most people who work for Vampires know how to do. And I’m quite sure David has it all in hand. Because that’s what he does. Now stop talking about that damned shirt. You’re naked and slippery and I’m about to ravish you.”
She looked up at him through her lashes. Not coy in a deliberate sense. Maybe even a little shy.
Her anger was her shield and he wanted to tear it from her so he could have total access to her. All of her.
But to do that would strip her of the defenses she’d had to build from the earliest in her life. So he reminded himself of that and resolved to continue slowly chipping away at her walls. He didn’t need her to open up to the world, just him.
He maneuvered her under the shower spray and a tight knot in his belly loosened when she sighed, letting out all her tension as he began to massage her scalp. She often did the same for him when he’d had a particularly hard night.
The feel of her under his hands, against his body, so lithe and real, full of power and strength, was enough to catch his breath. That she was so vibrant and yet fragile in places only made Clive love her more.
Want her more.
It drove him. Even when he wasn’t around her he wanted her. With his hands sliding all over her body he still knew he’d never get enough of her. She was his weakness and his greatest strength.
When he took her breasts into his hands, thumbs brushing back and forth over her nipples, she made a sound, one of his favorites, a groaning snarl that was more more more . He loved that sound.
“Just a quick one now,” he murmured, letting some of his glamour rove over her along with his hands. “You’ll eat after and then we’ll resume where we left off.”
“Goddess, I’m a mess. I should not find it sexy that you even have orgasms scheduled. But I do.”
Surprised laughter filled him. “I’m glad I can amuse you.”
“Make me come and amuse me. That’s even better. Fuck me already.”
Her lazy command hardened his resolve even as he ached to be inside her. “Magnificent,” he said as he slid one hand down her belly, loving the way her muscles fluttered in his wake.
It was the word he thought of most often when it came to her. She did nothing in half measures. No matter the weight, she bore it with a ferocity that seemed to burn just inside her.
She arched into his touch, not shy about what she wanted. He loved that too. Loved that she demanded what she needed.
“More,” she said as he teased a fingertip over her clit.
“I have this under control, darling.”
Her laugh was nearly a giggle, which made him feverish to have her. He’d wanted slow. Wanted to seduce every inch of her, savoring, treasuring. They’d been apart only eight days, but it
“I need to shower first. Then I’ll meet you in the kitchen to eat.”
He followed her upstairs and into the living room that connected her space to his.
“I’m fine, Clive. I’ll meet you downstairs.”
“If I did that I’d miss the sight of you in the shower. Which seems rather silly of me, don’t you think? Who’d want to let go of that opportunity? Certainly not an intelligent man, and I’m very intelligent.”
“Modest too,” she said as she shucked her clothes. “That asshole got blood on my blouse. David is magic with that sort of thing and I suspect Betchamp knows a few things about blood removal. The pants are in better shape. This is why you shouldn’t buy me nice stuff.”
“I know we’ve covered this before, darling.” Clive didn’t bother to get annoyed. Complaining was Rowan’s way of letting go of whatever shit she carried around all the time.
“How do you have so much money when you throw it away on chauffeur salaries and silk blouses for your wife who promptly gets blood spatter on them because she has to torture dumbasses she asks nicely for information?”
Naked, she stomped into the huge shower stall and he after her.
“Getting blood out of clothing is something most people who work for Vampires know how to do. And I’m quite sure David has it all in hand. Because that’s what he does. Now stop talking about that damned shirt. You’re naked and slippery and I’m about to ravish you.”
She looked up at him through her lashes. Not coy in a deliberate sense. Maybe even a little shy.
Her anger was her shield and he wanted to tear it from her so he could have total access to her. All of her.
But to do that would strip her of the defenses she’d had to build from the earliest in her life. So he reminded himself of that and resolved to continue slowly chipping away at her walls. He didn’t need her to open up to the world, just him.
He maneuvered her under the shower spray and a tight knot in his belly loosened when she sighed, letting out all her tension as he began to massage her scalp. She often did the same for him when he’d had a particularly hard night.
The feel of her under his hands, against his body, so lithe and real, full of power and strength, was enough to catch his breath. That she was so vibrant and yet fragile in places only made Clive love her more.
Want her more.
It drove him. Even when he wasn’t around her he wanted her. With his hands sliding all over her body he still knew he’d never get enough of her. She was his weakness and his greatest strength.
When he took her breasts into his hands, thumbs brushing back and forth over her nipples, she made a sound, one of his favorites, a groaning snarl that was more more more . He loved that sound.
“Just a quick one now,” he murmured, letting some of his glamour rove over her along with his hands. “You’ll eat after and then we’ll resume where we left off.”
“Goddess, I’m a mess. I should not find it sexy that you even have orgasms scheduled. But I do.”
Surprised laughter filled him. “I’m glad I can amuse you.”
“Make me come and amuse me. That’s even better. Fuck me already.”
Her lazy command hardened his resolve even as he ached to be inside her. “Magnificent,” he said as he slid one hand down her belly, loving the way her muscles fluttered in his wake.
It was the word he thought of most often when it came to her. She did nothing in half measures. No matter the weight, she bore it with a ferocity that seemed to burn just inside her.
She arched into his touch, not shy about what she wanted. He loved that too. Loved that she demanded what she needed.
“More,” she said as he teased a fingertip over her clit.
“I have this under control, darling.”
Her laugh was nearly a giggle, which made him feverish to have her. He’d wanted slow. Wanted to seduce every inch of her, savoring, treasuring. They’d been apart only eight days, but it
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