Licked me.
And kissed me.
There.
His tongue lapped at the sensitive flesh—like he was tasting me.
Even though it was weird as heck—it did something to me.It made me feel—
Cherished?
Adored?
Loved?
I wasn't sure I could put a name on it.Because I'd never experienced this emotion before.
All I knew was that what I was feeling wasn't bad.
Not at all.
Stefan liked what he was doing.
And he liked it a lot.
After he finished—he kissed down one thigh.And then the other.
And stood.
His hands landed flat on the countertop beside my hips, and he leaned in.
But he didn't say anything.
“You have an issue or two, I see.”
That seemed to bring Stefan out of his virginal blood stupor and back into real life.He huffed out a forced laugh.“You have no idea, Francesca.”And then he—
Kissed me.
On my lips.
He forced his tongue inside my mouth, and I was overcome by our scent—and our taste all at once.My hands clung to his shoulders, feeling the warm skin there.He kissed me deeply and thoroughly until my toes curled.“Stefan,” I whispered while he kissed down my neck.His hand dipped inside my robe and cupped my bare breast.
“You can shower now.But make it quick.”He squeezed my breast, turned, and walked out of the bathroom.
“What the heck was that?”I mouthed to myself and slipped off the counter.I made sure Stefan was gone before I shut the door and dropped my robe onto the floor.Then I peered at myself in the mirror.My ribs were still colorful shades of yellow and brown.I let out a breath and thanked the universe that Stefan hadn't seen my bruises.And hopefully he never would.
Then, I headed into the shower.I couldn't believe how massive it was considering we were on an airplane.Actually, I wasn't expecting there to be a shower in here at all.I turned on the water and stepped in.I knew I didn't have time to do my hair.So, I just soaped up my body.The warm water did wonders for my pain.I still felt a stinging irritation down there, but it was a lot better than it had been.I wasn't sure if they made a cream for this kind of pain, but maybe I'd try to pick something up when I went to buy a morning after pill.
I stopped for a moment and realized I didn't have any money on me at all.
Crap.
I'd have to ask Stefan to pay for it.The thought of asking him for money made me feel icky all over.It wasn't like I had any other choice, though.
I finished up as quickly as I could in the shower and then dried off with a big, fluffy white towel.Unfortunately, it wasn't white for long.I noticed a few red stains afterward.
“Darn it,” I said, feeling annoyed.Now I'd have to search around for a pad of some kind.If there were makeup wipes here, then hopefully there might be some emergency pads in the drawers as well.
