6 – I Want to Kiss and Make Love to You
“This pie is delicious.” Gwenyth added a moan of appreciation as the savory, meaty flavors burst across her tongue. “I can cook, but I don’t think I’m this good.”
“Are you trying to saddle me with cooking duties?”
Humor burst inside Gwenyth, and she arched a brow. “Has it worked?”
“We’ll need to judge your skills first. If you’re feeling up to it, you can take over the duties for tomorrow.”
“Smart,” she acknowledged, enjoying the natural flow of their conversation. Every time she focused on his powerful features and dark stubble, his piercing green eyes, his sensual mouth, she wanted to cheer. She was so lucky to have Leo as her husband. Not only was he handsome and pleasing to her eye, but he was also kind and strong. How many dragons would’ve saved the wolf cub? Few, she suspected. Many would’ve left it as too much trouble, or worse, eaten the pup for a snack.
“That’s settled then.” His eyes glittered with an otherworldly glow and a faint hint of gold. His inner dragon? She should recall this stuff. The critical, intimate details. Instead, this hole in her memory made everything fresh.
Gwenyth pushed away her empty plate even as she wished manners allowed her to lick the remnants of the gravy. A yawn escaped, forcing her mouth wide. She clapped her hand over her lower face.
“You’re tired,” Leo said. “You should go to bed. Let me clear the dishes.”
Gentleness and understanding instead of chiding her for poor etiquette as Tony—
She frowned as her brain cut off the thought and supplied no further information. Who was Tony? Gwenyth shook herself and focused on Leo. “No, I’ve slept most of the day. I’ll help to clean up, and we’ll go to bed together. My headache has gone, and the bump on my head has ceased hurting, unless I knock it by mistake.”
“What if I pounce on you the minute we step into the bedroom?”
She winked. “I’m counting on it.”
His intent study and the flit of his gaze had her body heating. He growled and stood. “I hope I make it through the dishes.”
“We could always do them tomorrow.”
“Tempting,” he said. “But I need to fix the wolf-pup a bed and take her for a walk.”
Thoughtful. Yes, she approved. “Why don’t you do that while I start the dishes?”
She stood and collected their plates. A glance at her fingers as she stacked them brought a frown. She wasn’t wearing a ring, although it looked as if she had in the past since a pale indentation showed on her finger. Another puzzle to consider. Perhaps they’d argued, although she couldn’t fathom why. And this mysterious Tony. Should she mention him to Leo? No, she’d wait and hopefully remember more about how he’d fitted into her life. It wasn’t as if she could picture the man. He could be anyone.
In the lounge, Leo chattered to the pup, and the wolf yipped in response. Anyone who cared for and respected weaker beings was a keeper.
Gwenyth hustled over to the sink and started the dishes. Leo had cleaned the kitchen after he’d cooked, and she soon had the few dishes draining in the dish rack. She wiped the surfaces, and after a final check to determine everything appeared tidy, wandered to the bedroom.
Her preparations were minimal. She cleaned her teeth and washed her face, and this felt natural. Normal for her. It looked as if she might have a black eye by the morning, and the knot on her head ached, although she’d not admit it.
Tonight, she intended to get her hands on her husband’s delectable physique, and nothing would halt her from following this plan. She ached for him, her body twitchy as if she hadn’t been with a man for a long time. Although she was sure this wasn’t true, it was weird how the knock on her head had changed her reality.
A door opened and closed, and she stripped. She discarded the soft shirt Leo had given her to sleep in and slid beneath the covers.
Leo entered the bedroom ten minutes later—time for her to picture those big hands of his gliding over her back and her bottom. Time for her to ponder how his mouth would caress her breasts and suck on her nipples. And time for her to imagine how it would feel as he pierced her with his cock and massaged the sensitive spots that would give her pleasure.
“I thought you might be asleep.”
“No.”
“Every time I glimpse you, I want to kiss and make love to you.” He cleared his throat. “I’m not sure I should. You injured yourself. You require rest to recover.”
“Have you considered your hesitation is scaring me? I wonder if we were estranged if there was someone else or a problem within our marriage. I don’t have a wedding ring. None of my clothes are here, apart from what I was wearing, although you explained their loss. I can’t remember much about you or our life together. It-it makes me nervous.”
“We’re meant to be together,” Leo stated, the hint of gold shining in his eyes, giving him an unworldly presence.
“Prove it,” Gwenyth said.
