“Obligations?” I grimaced at him. “You just ruined it.”
“Just because it's an obligation, it doesn't mean I don't enjoy providing for you.”
“And you're back to sounding like a caveman.”
“I don't know what that is, but I'm certain it's an unfair comparison, A Thaisce.” Arach's voice lowered into a sexy tone to add, “You didn't complain when what I was providing you with was pleasure.”
“And I suppose you think that was all you?” I planted my hands on my hips.
His lascivious gaze burned its way down my body. “Not in the least. It was a mutual provision.”
Well, didn't that just set a girl to boiling?
“You're damn straight it was,” I said and spun around to enter the bathroom.
I knew this left him baffled, so it was a good thing that I was facing away from him. I couldn't stop the smirk from spreading across my face. I shut the bathroom door, and as I stripped, I heard Arach finish dressing. I knew he wanted to see me naked again, and he deserved it. So, I stepped out of the bathroom without covering myself in a towel and went to lie on the bed. He grinned, dropped his boot, and crawled onto the mattress.
“Don't start anything,” I said.
“Why not?” He grinned and pushed my thighs apart.
“Arach.”
“Vervain.” Arach settled his body over mine, brushed a kiss over my lips, then settled in at my left breast, a groan of delight leaving him as he sucked on my nipple.
Men and boobs. I rolled my eyes.
But then again, this was probably the first time he'd seen boobs like mine in many years, if ever. Most Fey women had smaller breasts. Sometimes I envied them, especially after I had children, but not at that moment. Right then, I loved my breasts as much as Arach did.
Sighing, I stroked his hair and leaned back against the pillows. Arach released my left nipple, turned his head to lay on that breast, and grabbed my right breast to angle the nipple into his mouth. He kneaded my flesh as he sucked, eliciting quite a response from me down below. Luckily, or maybe it wasn't so lucky, I was saved by a knock at the door.
Arach grumbled but my nipple popped free as he turned around and climbed out of bed. He went to the door and made sure to only open it enough that the satchel could be passed over. Then he shut it again. I slid to the side of the bed and sat up as he set the leather bag beside me and pulled out the contents.
Forget the spider-silk. There were three gowns in the bag—one of crimson silk velvet, one of crimson damask, and one of crimson leather. Yes, leather. And there were delicate underthings to go with them as well as shoes. He had guessed my size correctly. This wasn't so difficult, what with faerie dresses that tightened to fit their wearer, but the underwear and shoes were a surprise. I lifted a brow at him.
“I pay attention,” Arach drawled as he sprawled on the bed and watched me. “Do you like them?”
“A leather dress? And everything in red?”
“So we can match, of course.” He waved at his scales, not his blood-red tunic.
“Of course.” I grinned and pulled on the underwear.
Taking my time to let him see everything on me, I settled the camisole and panty in place, then selected the velvet dress. I've always had a thing for velvet.
“Not the leather, then?” Arach asked.
“Maybe tomorrow,” I said. “I see there are slits in the back.”
“It's enchanted to conform to your body, so it will fit more than your wings.”
“Yes, I'm familiar with dresses of this sort.” Then I realized he was searching for more praise, so I added, “It seems you've thought of everything.” Then I slipped the dress on and held my arms out so it could tighten around my waist on its own. You gotta love that. If nothing else, it saved money on tailoring.
“I try to.” Arach sat up and smiled when I slid my feet into the red slippers and they fit. “Ah, excellent. I used my hands for reference.” He stood and held an arm out to me.
“Your hands?” I took his arm and let him escort me from the room.
“Well, one hand. You have tiny feet. I judged them to be the size of my hands, and I was right.”
