“More than all right.” Her arms crept around his neck. Not wanting to face him just yet and shatter the moment, she buried her face in his chest.
His warm hands stroked up and down her back, caressing her then delving into her hair. He kissed her softly on the cheek and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re beautiful.”
She smiled against his chest. “You make me feel beautiful.” Her voice was muffled, but he made no move to pull her away.
“Get some rest,” he whispered. “We’ll talk in the morning.”
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When she opened her eyes, her first thought was that she’d never felt as deliciously warm and satiated in her life. Her second thought scorched her to the tips of her toes. Memories of her begging him to use his mouth in... She shuddered as she remembered just how specific she’d been in her directive.
She closed her eyes wishing she could disappear. But strong arms circled her waist, and there was no escaping his embrace.
A quick glance at the window had her breathing a sigh of relief. It was still dark out, so at least she hadn’t overslept. But what time was it?
Gray stirred beside her, and she braced herself to face him. “Good morning,” he said in a husky voice. His lips touched her cheek, and his hand came up to caress her hair. Then he turned her over to face him.
“How are you feeling?”
She couldn’t help but smile at the warm concern on his face. “I am very well.”
“No regrets?”
She shook her head. And she didn’t have any. If she never again experienced such exquisite pleasure, she’d have last night to look back on and hold close to her.
He leaned up on one elbow. “I’ve planned a hot bath for us this morning before you have to leave. It should be ready now.”
“That sounds heavenly.”
Ever conscious of her nudity, Jenna attempted to wrap herself in the satin coverlet, but Gray put a hand out to stop her. “Don’t. You are far more beautiful to look at than the sheets.”
She flushed, but let it drop to her feet. His eyes darkened as he took in her nudity, and she felt a thrill at his reaction.
He led her across his bedroom and through the doorway into a smaller antechamber. In delight, she took in the large tub filled with steaming water. She didn’t hesitate to climb in, settling down in the soothing water.
Gray climbed in and sat opposite her, his long legs cradling her thighs. “Come here,” he said, motioning for her to turn around.
She turned her back to him and scooted between his legs. Her eyes closed, and she moaned in pleasure as he began washing her back, stroking over her shoulder blades and massaging her neck. She threw her head back when his fingers delved into her hair, and the fragrant scent of honeysuckle wafted through her nose as he worked the soap into her hair.
“You indulge me way too much,” she murmured.
“You want me to stop then?”
She laughed. “No!”
He chuckled and resumed washing her hair. He massaged her scalp, digging his fingers into her thick mane of hair. “Why didn’t you tell me of your mishap at the opera?” he murmured.
Her eyes came open. His hands slowed in her hair. “I didn’t want it to spoil our evening.”
“You could have been hurt or worse.”
“Yes, but there was little to be done after the fact,” she said with forced lightness.
She gulped at the memory, and a flash of guilt assailed her. For the underlying thought she had as the gun was trained on her head was that she might never experience another night with Gray. Not that she would never see her family again.
“Let’s not dwell on it,” he whispered against her ear. “I am sorry to have made you remember.”
He finished soaping her hair then reached for a pail laying beside the tub. Once he’d rinsed the strands thoroughly, he put his arms around her and began washing her breasts with the soap-covered cloth. Her nipples hardened under his attentions, and she leaned back against his chest to give him better access.
