Page 42 of Enthrall Ecstasy
She had entered subspace simply by feeling cherished.
Her body seemingly thrummed beneath my touch as though electricity was passing through her and into me.
She pressed her palm against my chest.
I let her keep her hand there.
We felt the kind of chemistry that heats your flesh and sends you reeling with an unmatched high. I continued to rub her down, dragging the towel over her back and along her waist, and even though I avoided her breasts, her nipples became pert.
Last night at Pendulum she’d willingly offered herself to a stranger. So how bad was this intimacy now? That’s what my ego asked as I fought to pull away.
She’d been rescued from that place and was now in the arms of a man she knew she was safe with.
That was the difference.
I wrapped the towel around her shoulders and walked away—mainly so she wouldn’t notice how hard I’d become.
“Coffee or tea?” I asked, over my shoulder.
“Tea, please.”
“Sure.”
“We should surf together.”
That comment made me turn around to face her.
Her gaze raked over my bare chest. “See how much we have in common.”
I changed the subject. “Would you like toast?”
“That would be nice.”
I walked over to the counter and placed a few slices of bread into the toaster, then set about filling the kettle and preparing two mugs.
Two mugs.
How long had it been since I’d made breakfast for someone else? Three months, two days, and twelve hours. I’d been living alone all this time. Here, in what was meant to be paradise.
My heart had felt like a rock lodged in my chest.
This morning was the first time that ache had lifted.
Having someone else here was good for me.
Rue dragged the wet T-shirt over her head and threw it into the sink, then shimmied out of the boxer shorts—unabashedly showing off her nakedness. She used the towel to finish drying herself.
It was like a gift from God saying, “Come get your reward for doing absolutely nothing.”
Think of yourself as a big brother.
Someone she can be her authentic self with, someone she can continue to trust.
“I’m starving,” she said.
It was refreshing to be around someone this relaxed and comfortable with her body. She moved around the kitchen as though not fazed by the man who was told he was intimidating.
Not so good was me being triggered to do more than just make tea and toast for my sensual house guest. “Cover yourself up.”
