"Yeah, bummer. Work's a real bear."
"Yup. Better get your pretty ass up out of the bed, or I'll have you here another hour."
"I don't think I can move."
"Dammit. I can, but I don't want to." He stood, holding out his hand. "I'd better go shower in the other bathroom."
"Why?"
"Because if I go in there with you," he cupped her ever so gently. "I'll be in here and we'll be horribly late."
Groaning with frustration, Blythe headed for her bathroom. Elam gathered his clothing and went to the other side of the apartment.
Examining the bite mark in the mirror, he didn't know whether to be happy or worried. He was proud of himself for bringing her to that point. He was a bit worried from a medical standpoint. However, her teeth hadn't broken the skin, merely bruised. It would be sore a couple days, before fading away.
Blythe sang as she got in the shower. She hadn't felt this good in years, not since before Alec went in the military. She suddenly wondered if she had ever felt this good, and didn't think she had. Sex with Alec had been good, satisfying, but it hadn't made every nerve in her body sing. She hadn't had such a powerful orgasm that she felt herself leave her body and take flight. She couldn't remember thinking about his lips and getting hungry for him again. All Elam had to do was look at her and she was ready.
He'd hummed her into a frenzy, for God's sake! Hummed! Alec had never done that. He'd never dined on her the way Elam had. Was it her fault? She had to wonder. Surely, Alec had other women. She knew he was devoted to her, but held no illusions that he'd remain celibate when they were apart. There was too much death, fear and uncertainty, not to mention boredom. A man could only go so long without relief.
Had he done that with someone else? Somewhere, in another part of the world, was there a woman who'd conceived his child, who had a little part of him with her forever? Tears ran down her cheeks as she tried to apply her makeup. Dabbing at them, she sniffed loudly.
"Pull it together, Donovan," she chided her reflection. "He's gone. Nothing else matters."
She finished applying her makeup, forcing herself not to think about Alec. He was gone forever, released from this world and gone to the next. Meanwhile, she had a living, breathing, handsome, sexy, loving man in her life. Elam was a man who would be with her always, take care of her, love her, give her beautiful babies and make her feel fantastic inside and out. He had done more for her in a week than Alec had done in years.
Elam tapped on the bathroom door. "You about ready, babe?"
"Almost." She fluffed her hair before opening the door.
Her hair fell about her shoulders in a sable satin cloud. Her dark eyes sparkled from the smoky depths of shadowed lids. Her full lips were a dark, exciting red that made him think of ripe cherries. How could she look so beautiful and make him crazy with lust? It wasn't fair the effect she had on him, but he didn't care. He wanted to be trapped by her beauty, her sex, her love. It was all that mattered.
"I don't wanna mess you up, but I sure want to kiss you." His hands on her waist, he kissed her lightly once more, his tongue dancing between her lips.
"When you get home from work, you can mess me up all you want."
"I'm counting on it. You look beautiful."
She was wearing a tailored white blouse that flared over her hips. The kick pleats of black skirt came to just above the knee. A red and black bolero jacket and black shoes, completed her ensemble.
"You look very handsome yourself," she said, straightening his tie.
Elam wore a navy suit with a light blue shirt. His tie was rough silk, done in splotches of purple green and blue, which matched his vibrant eyes. His hair lay in sleek, thick waves away from his face, showing off his chiseled jaw to perfection.
"I don't want to mess you up," she teased. "But now it's my turn." Blythe took his hands, pulling him close. She kissed him lingeringly, inhaling deeply as she drew in his scent. "How can I want you again already?"
"I was just wondering the same thing."
"You've got me hooked, Armitage."
"Glad to hear it, Donovan. I'd hate to think I was the only one hopelessly lost."
"Not lost," she corrected with a slight frown. "Found." Her hand pressed his chest before moving to her own.
It was a small gesture that meant so much to him. When she touched him, he felt his heart jump under her hand. As she touched her own, there seemed to be a silken thread connecting them. Unconsciously, he repeated the gesture, before giving her another light kiss.
His phone rang. "Dr. Waverly," he said before looking at it. "Yes, ma'am, we're on the way," he said, by way of answer.
There was a short pause and she giggled. "You must be psychic. I was calling to ask where you are."
"Heading out now," he replied, grabbing his keys and wallet.
Blythe got her bag, checked for her keys and followed him to the door. He held it as she walked out, locking it behind her.
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