[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
off her hair? His head swiveled and he stared at the shelf above the sink. The only
things on it were two funny looking sticks, one black and one white.
Oh.
The sticks were picks? Apparently. Though what she could do with two sticks was
beyond him, he pressed them into her hand. Are these what you mean? What are you
going to do with them?
118
Midnight Angel
A little smiled creased her face for the first time since they d walked home from
Lawrence Square.
Watch, O Great Warrior, and learn, she said. Two swipes of her hand and all that
hair enough for eight women was swept up and tied into some kind of elegant knot
at the top of her head, as smooth as if she d just spent the day at the beauty parlor.
Kowalski was dumbfounded. How did you do that?
Practice. Is the water ready? She turned to the tub, sniffing delicately. I think
you dumped the whole bottle of lavender oil in. Just a few drops are enough.
Sorry, Kowalski rumbled.
No, no, please don t apologize. Allegra held out her hand, waiting until he fit his
forearm to it. She clutched his arm. I was just teasing you, Douglas. I don t have words
to say how grateful I am to you. For helping me. For being here. You can dump a ton of
lavender oil in my bath if you want.
Jesus. She was standing there naked, all that smooth white skin gleaming in the
steamy bathroom. Douglas had a stab of lust that nearly brought him to his knees,
electricity running through his cock. He waited for a moment to guide her to the tub
because his hands were shaking.
As he helped her into the tub, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and
nearly recoiled with shock.
Who was that monster in the mirror?
He d forgotten how butt-ugly he was. Now he was even uglier than usual, his face
contorted with lust, sallow cheeks and lips suffused with blood. That horribly
disfiguring scar was white against his sun-darkened skin. His nose was smashed
against his face, as ugly and brutal as a boxer s he d broken it enough times he could
qualify for the heavyweight championship. Acne scars from long ago pocked his
cheeks. His eyes were small slits in tough bone and weather-beaten skin.
He looked like your worst nightmare.
This time alone with Allegra was like a gift life had thrown at him a bone, maybe,
for all those years spent alone, fighting for his country. He was being allowed time with
the most beautiful woman in the world, but only because she was blind.
This was his time out of time she was going to kick him out soon enough. Hell
any woman would, let alone one as desirable as Allegra. Might as well stock up on
memories.
Come on, into the tub. He picked Allegra up, clenching his jaws against the feel
of her in his arms, and stood her in the tub. The water came almost to her knees. Allegra
held onto him as she sank gracefully down. Kowalski gritted his teeth as he grabbed a
sponge, soaped it and started washing that smooth, smooth skin. Even the fucking soap
smelled of flowers. He was suffering from sensory overload. Every single atom in the
room reeked of woman and sex. If he stayed any longer, looking at her, smelling her,
his head was going to explode.
119
Lisa Marie Rice
He kept the sponge between his hand and her skin because otherwise he d be too
tempted to start touching her. He knew exactly how she liked it. And where. She liked
it when he stroked her thighs, slowly, running his rough fingertips up the smooth skin
of her inner thigh. She liked it when he entered her with his finger, circling her clit with
his thumb. She liked it when he cupped her ass in both hands, lifting her into his
strokes.
Kowalski sat on the edge of the tub, clutching the sponge, and let his head fall
forward. Maybe his harsh breathing worried her, because she said, Douglas?
hesitantly. She was probably wondering if something was wrong.
Well, it was. Keeping his hands off her was torture.
Douglas? Her voice was sharper now and she tried to sit up in the water.
Way to go Kowalski, get her worried and upset because you ve got a boner that
won t quit.
Just sit back, honey. Let your muscles soak in the warm water, they re stiff from
the cold.
Oh. Satisfied when she heard his normal tone of voice, Allegra settled back down.
Kowalski took a deep, silent breath, then another, then settled himself down to
doing the hard thing. No problem. He d been doing the hard thing all his life.
He soaped her up, then gently helped her settle deeper into the water. Only her
head was out, resting against the rim of the tub. Stay there, he said quietly. I ll go get
you a cup of tea.
[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]