(Blood and Bone, #2) Sin and Swoon(78)

Evangeline finds me with a smile and a nod. “If you wish to follow me, miss, I will see you to your room.”

I smile and lean into Dash. “I would love to.”

Dash shakes his head, holding me tightly. “Actually, Evangeline, if you want to put her things in my room, she will be with me tonight.”

His mother’s face turns red, but his father seems oblivious. He lifts his drink and tosses back a considerable amount. His mother looks at me. “What about the nuns?”

Dash squeezes. “She wrote to them and said she was denouncing the church to get married at our church and become Anglican.”

His mother’s eyes scowl, but she forces a smile across her lips. “Wonderful.” She looks behind me. “Is that a cat?” Her voice cracks a bit. It’s almost awesome.

Dash ignores her and continues talking. “And since we live together in DC, I figured, why pretend. We are both over the age when it matters anyway. Nichols, please bring the cat to the room. He needs to be fed and will require a washroom.”

Dash’s mother makes a sound I assume means she is displeased. But Dash doesn’t care. He walks away from them, leading me after Evangeline.

When we get on the stairs I shove him slightly. “You shouldn’t have done that. It was disrespectful.” I glance back to see Nichols chuckling to himself.

“Well, she needs to lose sometimes too, Jane,” Dash says like it was nothing.

“Not in her own house,” I mutter. I can’t believe I’m defending her.

“Especially in her own house.” He kisses the side of my head, and when we get to his room I can tell Evangeline enjoyed the show as well. She gives me a smug grin when she curtseys, and leaves us alone in the huge room, as does Nichols. I wave and turn for Binx, letting him out of the carrying case. He dashes under the bed, and I know he’ll come out on his own.

“You feeling sexy, milady?” Dash asks in a perfect English accent.

I shake my head. “Not so much. The amount of sex I have seen in the last week, I think I’m good for the whole year.”

He rolls his eyes. “I’m pretty sure I can convince you.” He squats and throws me over his shoulder. “For starters, I think you need a shower.” He walks into the bathroom, lowering me as he turns the light on. The bathroom is remarkable. I didn’t expect anything less, but I also didn’t expect this. It’s the size of a small apartment, with a large soaker tub, two sinks, a toilet, and bidet. On the far side there’s another opening that’s fully tiled. He strips me, not even being gentle. Then he smiles at me, and I forget the whole other world we live in. All I see are the dazzling eyes and wicked grin from my beautiful man. I lift his shirt off, letting my fingers drag along his chest and down his stomach. Every muscle feels hard and ready. I undo his pants and jerk them down, boxers and all. He’s semi-hard, swelling more as the cool air of the room reaches him.

I start to walk toward the tub, but he takes my hand, kissing the back of it, and pulls me into the tiled room. It’s like nothing I have ever seen. It’s a shower room. The ceiling is a grate, and when he presses a button, it pours rain down upon us.

I tilt my head back, letting it wash over me as his body is suddenly pressed against mine and his mouth is grazing my lips. He doesn’t stay long, kissing me on the lips. He’s there one second and then gone again. When I open my eyes I see he has picked up the soap and a loofah, making lather. He massages my back and arms, my breasts and stomach, and finally he drops between my legs, spreading my thighs open to wash me. The rough loofah against my sensitive nipples was scratchy, but between my legs, each soft brush on my lips is a promise of so much more.

“Going natural?” he asks as he sits back, admiring the lack of grooming.

“Oh God. I forgot completely. I am so sorry.”

He shakes his head. “I sort of fancy it, actually.” He rinses me, massaging and smoothing over my entire body until I am soap free. Then he bends his face forward, using my small breasts as a little shield from the water, and licks softly between my lips. He spreads me, licking and touching so gently I almost don’t recognize the lovemaking. That lasts but a second as he sits up, taking one of my nipples in his lips and inserting a finger into my doubly wet opening. I gasp as he works it slow and steady, getting me warmed up. I tilt my head back as the water pours over us and his teeth start to nibble at my tender flesh.

The gentle bites tug at my aroused buds, joining the thrusting finger to create something that stirs low in my belly. He stands abruptly, dragging his finger out and lifting me into the air. He carries us from the water to a spot in the shower room with jets. He lowers me facing the wall, pressing my face and hands into the wide stone tiles. He turns on a switch, and pulsating water finds its way between my legs. I cry out softly, jerking my breaths from my parted lips.