Chapter 33
Morning light brightenedthe room as Kira stirred awake. She found Týr staring at the undraped window, his brows drawn into a V.
“You okay?” she asked.
Those gorgeous eyes met hers, and that caressing stare she’d missed so much glided over her face. “Why wouldn’t I be when I finally have you in my arms?”
She smiled and slid her arm low over his stomach and away from his injury. He groaned. “Any lower, and I’ll be inside you so fast your head will spin,elska. Then I’ll definitely do more damage to this damn wound.”
Oh. Heat rushed to her face. Kira moved her arm up. He shifted to face her and cursed, his mouth flattening briefly in pain, his movements probably pulling at his slowly regenerating ribs.
She sat up. “How bad does it hurt?”
“I’m fine.”
He was so difficult. “Even if you weren’t, you wouldn’t admit it. Fine. I’m going to take a shower then get us some food.” She got up from the bed. He did too but wavered on his feet.
“Darn it, Týr.” She darted to his side and slid her arm around his waist. “You have to stay in bed.”
“I need a shower. I’m going to get one.”
She sighed at his crankiness. “I gave you a bed bath.” At his scowl, she quickly explained. “You were burning up and messed with blood…” For someone so active, who could never sit still and stuffed himself with copious amounts of candy, this inactivity and dependence must be stifling for him. “Okay, fine,” she relented.
Kira put her arm around his waist again and helped him to the dressing room, reveling in having all the sexy, naked heat of her man—her finally mobile man—against her. She led him to the black wooden chest. “Sit here while I get things started in there.”
That nerve on his jaw started up again. Oh, boy, he hated being helpless.
Since a shower was out of the question, she ran warm water into the enormous, oval tub then hurried back to him. “Come.”
Using the bureau as a crutch, he pushed to his feet and slowly made his way into the bathroom. “Forget it,” he snapped, glaring at the tub.
Why wasn’t she surprised? Kira cut him a gimlet stare. “It’s a bath or the bed. Shower will have to wait until that wound’s healed.”
When he didn’t move, she pushed aside plans for a quick shower, realizing there was only one way to get him into the bath—hopefully.
“Okay. Whatever you want.” She waved off his grouchy mood. Taking her time, she grasped the hem of her t-shirt and slowly slipped it over her head, then glided her panties down her legs, aware of his stare on her every movement. Kira sashayed across to the tub and stepped into the soothing, warm water. She sighed in contentment, but her heart remained locked in her throat as she reached for the loofah, squirted some flowery gel onto it, and started her bath.
A grunt sounded. Seconds later, Týr stepped into the bath opposite her and gingerly lowered into the water, strain lines forming around his mouth.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“Nice try. But we both know what you were about.” His gaze turned intense. Man, she knewthatlook. It made her tremble in anticipation.
“Moi?” She batted her lashes innocently, hiding her smile. Then she grinned. “Why on earth would I bathe on my own and miss all this sexiness”—she waved her hand over his naked body—“in the tub with me?”
Though she teased him, she longed for him and missed their intimacy.
“You destroy my sanity,elska. Every. Time.” A low growl rumbled free. He slipped his palm around her nape and drew her to him, his tongue licking inside her mouth. He kissed her slowly, sensually.
“Damn,” he groaned a minute later. “Not a good idea starting this.”
Trying to get her own breathing leveled, she sat back. “Then let’s get this bath over with and you back to bed…”
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A while later, back in the dressing room, Kira retrieved a pair of black sweats for Týr, who leaned against the bureau. Though he still appeared too pale, the strain lines on his face had eased a bit. He raked back his damp hair and reached for the pants. “I’ll do that.”
Not surprised at his request, Kira handed them over. She got out her clothes and changed, keeping an eye on him as he dropped the towel and pulled on his sweats. Suddenly, an unsettling sensation swept through her.
