Roric settled her on the top of the vanity before leaning over the tub. The white tiger tattoo that covered his back stared up at her. She could sense the beast within Roric, felt its commitment to her. She knew the tiger was as committed to her as the man was, that the beast would protect her with its life. A sense of rightness, of peace, settled over her.
A second later, it was shattered as Roric gave a roar and jerked back from the water that shot straight down on his head. He looked so disgruntled and put out that Aimee couldn’t help herself. She started to laugh.
He shot her a glare, which only made her laugh harder. She slapped a hand over her mouth, but it didn’t help much. After a moment, one corner of Roric’s mouth kicked up. “Think that’s funny, do you?”
Aimee jumped off the counter and gave him a quick lesson in how the center tap regulated the flow from the showerhead. “If I wanted a bath, I’d just turn off the center tap, put in the plug and let it fill.”
They were both soaking wet by the time she finished her explanation, standing beneath the steady spray. Roric grabbed a bar of soap and began to lather it between his large hands. Her body began to pulse, and she began to rethink the aches in her body. Maybe she wasn’t too sore after all.
Roric caught the gleam in her eye and shook his head. “I will not let you distract me this time, woman. I will take care of you.”
“You certainly will,” she agreed.
He shot her a distrustful look, but she just gave him an innocent smile. Then she frowned. “What did you mean when you said I didn’t need to worry about money?”
Roric shrugged, totally unconcerned. “Now that my full powers are restored, I’ll find some way to get whatever money we need.”
That wasn’t exactly reassuring. “As long as it’s not anything illegal.”
He chuckled. “Have faith in me, Aimee. I have a strong back and sword arm.”
She had all the faith in the world in him, but the world had changed quite a lot since he’d been here last. There was nowhere for him to wield his sword as a mercenary. He’d need to learn a lot to fit into the modern world, and she was just the woman to help him.
He chose that moment to place his hands on her shoulders. The lather bubbled up as he rubbed down her arms. Her nipples puckered. She’d worry about everything else later. Now she wanted to shower with her man. Reaching for the soap, she rubbed it between her hands before dumping it back onto the ledge. Then she reached for him.