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Authors: Rachelle Ayala
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costume. Those guys have to be stopped.” Jaden stood. “I’m going to security and break up the party.”
“No, don’t. It’s okay. Two Klingons stepped into the room and helped me out. As soon as I got away, I came back here.”
“Ella, sweetheart.” He gripped the side of the tub. “If I’d been here, this wouldn’t have happened. I’m sorry I had to wait forever in the emergency room.”
“No, no, no. It’s not your fault. You’ve been so good to me. You gifted me the spa treatments, this room, and treated me like a princess.”
“I said some mean things this morning.”
“I shouldn’t have presumed more. You were right. We were only acting in character. I was stupid.” She spoke hastily, mechanically, almost as if she couldn’t trust herself to finish. “You never promised me anything beyond this weekend.”
True, although having her around had made his life fun and interesting. He swirled the water around the large marble enclosed tub. “I missed you all day, even though I knew you were being pampered, I wish I could have been the one to give you the massages and treat you special.”
She put a finger on his lips. “You don’t have to say anything. Truly. If you don’t want to see me after this weekend it’s okay.”
He swallowed the urge to lick her finger, taste it and suck on it. Instead he ran his teeth over his bottom lip. A dull ache pounded between his ribs. “Is that what you want? To break up after tomorrow?”
She nodded, and grief lanced his heart. How could he have made her feel he was only playing with her? If he said anything to contradict, she’d only think he was trying to make her feel better.
Last night, she’d made him feel loved and cherished. Special. He wanted to return that favor, put her on a pedestal and show her how unique she was. If only she’d let him.
“How about tonight?” he whispered, dreading her answer. His pulse galloped and the seconds of silence stretched, excruciating.
She trembled, still shaken up from her encounter with the douchebags. Sex was off the table, but he could pamper her, order room service and they could hang out, listen to music, drink wine and talk.
“I’d love one more night before it’s over.” She inched closer. Beads of water trickled down her face, her hair wet, damp with bubbles. “Promise not to bug me after we get back.”
He wasn’t promising anything, not until he figured out what she meant to him.
Jaden kissed her forehead, caressing the back of her neck and shoulders, felt the tension in her spine. Gently, he placed her head on the bath pillow and wiped the water from her face with his thumbs.
Taking a long match, he lit the candles stuck on ornate candleholders around the bathroom as well as the ones floating in bowls on the wide surround.
She was more beautiful under the lambent lighting, exquisite as fine porcelain. Her blue eyes shone like deep ocean waters, and a pink flush brushed her skin with color.
He spread liquid soap over a washcloth and slid it lovingly around her neck, over her shoulders, easing the tension. Taking her hand, he kissed each finger and rubbed her palm against his face. He smoothed the washcloth around her forearms, working his way past her elbows.
She sucked in a sizzling breath when he grazed the side of her breast and he froze, worried he’d triggered a bad memory. But she placed her hand on his and guided the cloth up to her chest.
Emboldened, he played the washcloth around the globes of her breasts and teased her nipples, pretty as pink rose petals. He couldn’t help kissing them when she arched her back, lifting them above the surface of the water.
“That feels so good,” she moaned, her fingers tickling the back of his neck.
He lapped lightly at her soft dewy skin as the washcloth traveled underwater to her waist, across her belly, and around her hips. She opened her legs, relaxed, inviting. Dropping the cloth he stroked her inner thighs, heartened at the
“No, don’t. It’s okay. Two Klingons stepped into the room and helped me out. As soon as I got away, I came back here.”
“Ella, sweetheart.” He gripped the side of the tub. “If I’d been here, this wouldn’t have happened. I’m sorry I had to wait forever in the emergency room.”
“No, no, no. It’s not your fault. You’ve been so good to me. You gifted me the spa treatments, this room, and treated me like a princess.”
“I said some mean things this morning.”
“I shouldn’t have presumed more. You were right. We were only acting in character. I was stupid.” She spoke hastily, mechanically, almost as if she couldn’t trust herself to finish. “You never promised me anything beyond this weekend.”
True, although having her around had made his life fun and interesting. He swirled the water around the large marble enclosed tub. “I missed you all day, even though I knew you were being pampered, I wish I could have been the one to give you the massages and treat you special.”
She put a finger on his lips. “You don’t have to say anything. Truly. If you don’t want to see me after this weekend it’s okay.”
He swallowed the urge to lick her finger, taste it and suck on it. Instead he ran his teeth over his bottom lip. A dull ache pounded between his ribs. “Is that what you want? To break up after tomorrow?”
She nodded, and grief lanced his heart. How could he have made her feel he was only playing with her? If he said anything to contradict, she’d only think he was trying to make her feel better.
Last night, she’d made him feel loved and cherished. Special. He wanted to return that favor, put her on a pedestal and show her how unique she was. If only she’d let him.
“How about tonight?” he whispered, dreading her answer. His pulse galloped and the seconds of silence stretched, excruciating.
She trembled, still shaken up from her encounter with the douchebags. Sex was off the table, but he could pamper her, order room service and they could hang out, listen to music, drink wine and talk.
“I’d love one more night before it’s over.” She inched closer. Beads of water trickled down her face, her hair wet, damp with bubbles. “Promise not to bug me after we get back.”
He wasn’t promising anything, not until he figured out what she meant to him.
Jaden kissed her forehead, caressing the back of her neck and shoulders, felt the tension in her spine. Gently, he placed her head on the bath pillow and wiped the water from her face with his thumbs.
Taking a long match, he lit the candles stuck on ornate candleholders around the bathroom as well as the ones floating in bowls on the wide surround.
She was more beautiful under the lambent lighting, exquisite as fine porcelain. Her blue eyes shone like deep ocean waters, and a pink flush brushed her skin with color.
He spread liquid soap over a washcloth and slid it lovingly around her neck, over her shoulders, easing the tension. Taking her hand, he kissed each finger and rubbed her palm against his face. He smoothed the washcloth around her forearms, working his way past her elbows.
She sucked in a sizzling breath when he grazed the side of her breast and he froze, worried he’d triggered a bad memory. But she placed her hand on his and guided the cloth up to her chest.
Emboldened, he played the washcloth around the globes of her breasts and teased her nipples, pretty as pink rose petals. He couldn’t help kissing them when she arched her back, lifting them above the surface of the water.
“That feels so good,” she moaned, her fingers tickling the back of his neck.
He lapped lightly at her soft dewy skin as the washcloth traveled underwater to her waist, across her belly, and around her hips. She opened her legs, relaxed, inviting. Dropping the cloth he stroked her inner thighs, heartened at the
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