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Chapter Eleven
Friday, January 26, 2018
Acadia hadn’t meant to start something withKaj.
Not that anything had really been started. That intimate moment they’d shared in the shower nearly two weeks ago was more like a flicker from a flame that burned out before it could roar to life.
That was how she would describe what was happening between the two of them. He’d been at the mansion for fifteen weeks now, getting stronger every single day though he was still spending most of his time in the bed, his insides healing slower than they’d all believed they would.
She wasn’t complaining, of course. No, Acadia was enjoying his company, spending all hours of the night with him. The only time she was away was during the daylight hours when she would retreat to her bedroom for sleep.
Which was where she was about to head now, albeit a bit more reluctantly than she figured was appropriate.
“Is there anything else I can get you before I retire for the day?” she asked after she had placed his meal tray out in the hall for theheurospto retrieve.
“Yes,” he said gruffly, his beautiful green eyes watching as she moved toward his bed.
“Anything,” she offered.
“I’d like to feed.”
Acadia nodded. For whatever reason, he’d been refraining from feeding every day, rather skipping one, sometimes pushing it as much as two before he requested her vein. They both knew he would heal much faster if he fed more often, but she got the sense he was maintaining a polite distance between them.
Kaj adjusted his position in bed, his back against the pillow wedged between him and the headboard.
As she pulled her sleeve up, Acadia perched on the edge of the mattress. She offered up her wrist, preparing herself for his touch.
Those long, strong fingers curled around her forearm, his gaze meeting hers. “I’d like your neck.”
Acadia’s eyes bounced over his face as his words sank in. He had yet to take from her in that manner, and she had assumed it was due to the intimacy it alluded to. Some males preferred it, but most were satisfied with the wrist. Easy, functional.
“Unless you’re opposed to it,” he said softly, his eyes boring into her.
“Of course not.”
He was still holding her arm or she would’ve moved, would’ve attempted to find a position that would work for him.
Clearly Kaj had something in mind, because he shifted over, providing room for her to join him. He tugged her arm, urging her to climb onto the mattress with him. Acadia felt a flutter in her belly as she got into the big bed, both curious and aroused by the idea of being here, like this, with him.
After releasing his grip on her arm, he fluffed the pillow, then nodded with his chin. “Rest your head here.”
A bit confused about the direction he was heading, Acadia managed to recline on the bed, head resting on the pillow. She couldn’t imagine this would be a comfortable position for him, but she wasn’t going to say as much.
“Turn over on your side,” he instructed. “Facing away from me.”
Easing onto her side, she kept her back to him, tucking her hands beneath her cheek. She was aware of him moving, the mattress shifting from his weight. When he slipped in behind her, his front melding to her back, her breath halted in her lungs. Not from fear. No, what he triggered within her was in no way related to fear.
“Comfortable?”
Acadia shifted her head once, the stick holding her hair in place pressing into her head.
“Here.”
The next thing she knew, he was pulling the fastener free, her hair tumbling down. Kaj brushed the strands back from her shoulder and a shiver danced down her spine. She liked when he touched her, though those moments were rare. Usually only when he was feeding, his hands curling around her arm to hold her still. But this touch … it was different. And her body knew the difference immediately.
