After
following the men, Dollie doesn't want to be alone while she bathes,
so she and Luke take turns in the shower.
"Why
did he come here?" she asked.
"Dunno.
Maybe he was just looking around. We don't even know if it was the
one we're after."
"It
was. I could feel it. He had such hatred in him. Do you think he'd
have killed us?"
"I
don't know."
He
almost wished she'd stop talking. He'd be okay if he could pretend
she wasn't there. If she kept talking, he was gonna get all excited.
It was already too late. He'd been excited for days. Now, he was
becoming aware of it, thus making it worse. He bathed fast so he
wouldn't be tempted to touch himself. There'd be no covering that up
and no way of explaining to Dollie. That thought alone gave him the
control he needed.
Drying
off in the shower, he knew he couldn't dress in there, he'd get his
clothing wet. He put on his clean boxers, but had to get out to do
the rest.
"Turn
around, Dollie. You ought not to see me."
"Are
you naked?" She sounded shocked and intrigued.
"Not
entirely." He chuckled. "But it's more than you ought to
see."
"Okay."
He
heard her move. Peeping out, he saw her back turned. Stepping onto
the floor, he grabbed his pants, pulling them up quickly as Dollie
suddenly turned around. Pants up but not zipped, he felt vulnerable
and slightly foolish. She wasn't looking at that, she was staring at
his chest and abdomen like it was the most amazing sight she'd ever
beheld.
Lucius
was a strong, lean man whose muscles were sculpted by hard work. His
body was bronzed by being out in the sun without a shirt. The golden
hairs on his chest and abdomen glittered in the dim light of the
bathroom.
"You
look like the statue of Adonis," she whispered, finally drawing
a shuddering breath. Taking a step toward him, she touched him as if
to see he was real. "You're beautiful!"
"No,
Dollie, you are."
Her
fingers ran down his chest to his abdomen, lingering seductively in
the curls above his belt. The hair was soft, springy, as if it were
alive. And that astounding curiosity in his pants grew with each
stroke of her fingers. Dollie couldn't take her eyes off his groin.
Much as she knew she should look away, it fascinated her. The fact
that it was her touch that made it swell delighted her. She had
control, she ruled. A part of her knew she was treading in dangerous
territory and soon she wouldn't be able to control him or the
situation. Part of her wanted him to lose control. She wanted to lose
control herself.
"Dollie,
I...."
Her
hand dropped once more, brushing his fly. Luke pulled her to him,
gently, but determinedly. His hold was unyielding, though he didn't
hurt her. His lips were like fire and for a moment, she thought he
had a fever. She realized the heat was generated by their desire.
Luke carried Dollie to the bedroom. Tossing the bedding back, he set
her on it. Undoing, his pants, he dropped them on the floor. Her robe
went next.
"I
been a patient man, Dorothea, but damn if I can wait another second
to make you mine."
Dollie
held out her hands to him, welcoming him. Taking her invitation to
heart, he joined her on the bed. He approached her like he might a
frightened animal, not wanting to scare her off. He needn't have
worried. Dollie returned his kisses in kind, passion building inside
them both.
Lucius
lifted the edge of her gown and she didn't protest. She didn't squirm
away or fight him off when his hands crept higher, resting at her
waist. Dollie moved her legs so his hand could drift between them.
His fingers slid along her thigh and he realized she wasn't wearing
any panties under her gown. She was hot and wet, waiting for him. He
stroked her gently, teasing at the soft hair at the juncture of her
thighs.
Dollie
sighed contentedly, gasping as his hand moved closer to its
destination. She opened her legs a little more, biting her lip as his
fingers dipped deeper still. Her mouth sought his as her hands
explored his magnificent form.
Suddenly,
Lucius stopped. His mouth hovered over her breasts, his finger tips
nearly inside her. He sat up, jerking back as if he'd been shocked.
Dollie
squeaked, startled by this sudden movement. She tried to hold him,
but he sprang up from the bed.
"What
are we doing?" he asked her.
"I
think we were about to make love," Dollie said, her voice a
hoarse whisper.
"What's
wrong with me?" Luke gasped. "I can't do this. Not like
this. Not when it's sordid and dirty—not when it's lust." He
turned away, pulling on his pants and doing up his belt.
"It's
not sordid or dirty, Luke. Not when you're in love."
"You
don't understand, Dorothea. It's not like that. You could be anyone
and it wouldn't matter if I loved you or not. The way I feel—what I
wanted to do—I won't treat you like that." He turned to face
her. "You're too precious to treat like a common woman, and
that's what I'd be doing if I did this tonight."
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