“And terrifying. Can you imagine the people who will want to use Tigger if they find out he can heal?”
“Guess we’ll have to make sure we keep his secret.”
“We?”
“We’re in this together,” he stated.
“Speaking of in this together, you could use a shower too…” I teased as I headed for the glass enclosure, hips rolling.
Apollo joined me under the hot spray but didn’t immediately touch me. “Are you sure about this? Shouldn’t you be resting?”
Some women might have still been having hysterics over what happened, but me? I’d looked death in the eye and survived—plus I felt great. Only one thing could make me feel better.
I draped my arms around his neck. “What I need is you. Touching me. Kissing me. Inside me…” I leaned against the tile shower and smiled.
He reached out to drag a finger down the valley between my breasts. “Your wish is my command.” He snared the bar of soap from the cubby inset within the tile. A coconut scent filled the air as he lathered it before rubbing his soapy palms over all over me. Shoulders down my arms to hands. Neck, which then led to a glide over my breasts and over my belly.
My nipples puckered in expectation, but he knelt instead of sucking on my ready berries, soaping my legs, dragging a hand between them, making me suck in a breath.
He then turned me to face the spray, rinsing the suds. He stood behind me and kissed between my shoulder and neck, sending a shiver through me. He spun me around and layered more embraces, teasing my moist skin with his lips, cupping my breasts, his thumbs brushing over the tips. He pushed them together and flicked my nipples with his tongue before circling each tip and then giving it a suck.
Each tug of his mouth sent a jolt through me, and I gasped at the pleasurable sensation.
When he stopped to kiss me, I pressed myself against him, slick flesh rubbing, titillating. His hand slid between our bodies to get between my legs. He stroked me, making me gasp into his mouth. My whole body hummed, energized and alive. Needy and wanting.
I reached for him, my fingers wrapping around his hard shaft. He sucked in a breath, and his hips moved in time with my strokes.
Since I wanted him to come inside me, I draped a leg around his waist, spreading me wide for him. He only had to lift me a little, bracing my back on the wall. My second leg wrapped around to ease some of my weight as the tip of him spread my nether lips.
I clung to his shoulders as his cock pushed against my sex, sliding in slowly, the stretching sensation exactly what I wanted. Needed. Craved.
He pushed himself deep, and I couldn’t help but squeeze around his shaft, loving how it pulsed in reply. He began to pull out slightly and slam back in. His hips pumped, and I held on, loving how each stroke brought a gasp of pleasure. How each thrust made me tighten.
And when my orgasm hit, he came, too, the two of us locked in a maelstrom of bliss, clinging to each other, sated and yet still wanting.
He wrapped me in a towel and carried me to bed, where we lay entwined.
“I’m so happy you’re okay,” he whispered, his hands stroking my arm.
“Me too.” I turned in his grip to see his face. “But I have to ask, with all this talk of we, does this mean we’re officially a couple?”
“Hell, yeah we are. Is it too soon to say I think I’m in love?”
“Yes, but also…” I paused before shyly adding, “Pretty sure I’m in love with you, too.”
Would it last? Time would tell, but in that moment, I’d never been more attuned to someone, felt so comfortable, sated, and happy.
Even happier when he went down on me.
Epilogue
We didn’t leave the room that night, figuring we’d be summoned if there was an emergency, say like Malone coming back for a second ass-kicking or a misbehaving Tigger.
The night passed uneventfully, at least when it came to drama, leaving us to make love, talk, and eventually sleep, a slumber that ended before dawn had fully crested.
A scratching at the door was followed by, “Iolana! Apollo! Why is this door locked? Are you awake?”
I rolled over and groaned. “It’s like having a kid.”
