And even if it was safe to feed from them, could I? I remembered the earth and rain taste and made a small face. It hadn’t tasted the best, but it was far better than brownie lust.
Grudgingly, I thought maybe, if I was really hungry, I could—I shook the thought away. I wasn’t hungry at the moment. At least, not like I was used to being hungry. So there was no point in that line of thinking.
Fenris had gotten into my head again.
Resting against the ledge, I closed my eyes and let myself float. The gentle lap of the water and distant drip lulled me enough that I gradually drifted into a state of semi-awareness.
“You’re smiling,” Fenris said softly. “I think that means your time’s up.”
“That sounds ominous,” I murmured.
The water dipped and swelled around me a moment before Fenris’s cool, strong arms slid around my shoulders and under my knees.
“Definitely done.”
The timbre of his voice caressed my middle, and my hunger stirred.
“Shh. No talking.”
I turned my head and inhaled deeply, my nose pressed against the crook of his neck.
“You always smell good. I shouldn’t be able to smell you so much in here. You’re too tempting.”
He chuckled.
“That’s what all the girls say.”
I thought of his herd and nodded.
“I guess I’m one of them now, too. Does that mean you’re going to stop talking to me and start running away and hiding?”
“Nope. Because then you’d need to be the flirty one to come find me and talk me out of my panic. It just wouldn’t work as well.”
I pulled back to peer up at him as he sat, cradling me in his lap.
“Are you making fun of me?”
“Never.
“Better not be.”
He grinned down at me.
“I thought you came here to relax. Questioning me is not the way to relax.”
I sighed and leaned against him, languid no matter what he said. His hand smoothed over my back and my arms. I loved Fenris time.
Another sigh escaped me, and I turned my head to press my lips against his skin. His hands only paused slightly before continuing their repetitive journey. Slowly, the heat dissipated, and my head cleared.
Cringing, I pulled back from him again.
“Sorry about that.”
“About what?” He lifted his brows innocently.
If he wasn’t going to talk about the chest kiss, neither was I.
“Nothing.”
