Page 12 of Healing the Leonid Doctor's Heart
She dunked her floribunda cookie into her tea, bit off the end, and sipped, graceful and demure—and when she looked up over the rim of the cup, he felt like all the steam heat was blown directly into his heart. “I want to have a trial run because I’m nervous and... I'm worried about the size difference.”
“Oh. That’s perfectly normal, I’m sure, but also, Wendy is smaller than you and Jade is about your size, and—”
“I’ve never—” Abigail looked around and whispered, “Can we take this to your room?”
“Of course. Or yours, wherever you’d be comfortable.” Marcus rose and grabbed the tray, holding it low because if he hadn’t, the bulge he was now sporting would be obvious.
He walked behind her, surprised when she went to her quarters instead of his, surprised at how hard he was and at the warm, seductive waves of scent she was perfuming the air with.
“What is it? I’ve probably made this messy, bringing friendship into it. But in all sincerity, Abigail, you do deserve to remain in the cub’s life, and I want you to be my friend for many years to come.”
“I’m glad this is with a friend. I couldn’t talk to a stranger about this.” Abigail drained her tea and put it down on the high round table that was identical to the one in his own quarters. “I’m not very experienced. Barely experienced is the right word for it, I’m sure. I know there are injections that’ll smooth that over, but I want to make sure you would find it easy to perform and that I wouldn’t ruin things at the critical moment, by not being able to—to take you. There. Said it.”
There was something so erotic about her directness, at least to him, something that woke up the possessive, feral side of him when he imagined being the one to teach her, touch her, and fill her with pleasure that would make her crave him more and more.
“I like what I see. No trouble there. As for what you can do—yes, the injections will help. But it would be a shame if it were only tolerable because of medication. You wouldn’t find me a selfish lover.” Marcus found the courage he wished for earlier was suddenly coming back in waves, probably at the wrong time, too. “I’d feel better if we had a practice as well, but in stages. Could I avail myself of your company this evening? Purely to practice my role in making this comfortable for you. Once I’ve reassured you that it’s a good match on that level, we can proceed to—erm—measurements and adjustments.”
“Sure. Tonight. Maybe late, after the nursery is closed for the evening?”
“Good plan.”
ABIGAIL HAD NEVER REALLYfooled around with all the buttons in her high-tech shower, but she did now.
As she stood under plumcotta-scented mist and ran a hair-removing mitt over every inch of her legs, she panicked.
What is he coming here to do?? To talk more? That might make me comfortable. We could have wine. Crackers and cheese. I’m starving. Shouldn’t have skipped dinner.
What if I faint?
What if I had eaten, then gotten indigestion?
She pushed another button and pink “Silky Fur Lather” attacked her from above, covering her in something that felt like a cloud of bubbles and smelled like sugar.
Abigail ran the mitt over her crotch, between her legs. Smooth. Brent liked her as smooth as a shuttle’s wing.
Brent was human. Marcus will be used to fur! Oh, my God!
Well, too late now, Abigail thought as she watched little ringlets of hair slide down the drain.
The drains in these tubs are huge. They must easily deal with Leonid manes and shedding, so surely it won’t clog.
Why am I thinking about plumbing when I’m agreeing to have sex with an incredibly hot Felid doctor!?
I don’t know if I want to do this after all.
The soap and water stopped, and a warm wind began to blow, drying her like a gentle breeze.
She had wanted to help someone. This would help Marcus, and it would help her, too. That was good.
But she had wanted something more than friendship with him. Was that wrong? Was she being greedy?
At least give it a chance.
Her bare pussy throbbed suddenly, an unfamiliar wetness remaining despite the all-over dryer that must be a necessity for fur-covered Leonids and Canids.
It had been happening all afternoon and evening.
What if Marcus wanted to do more than talk? What if he wanted to see how compatible they were, and she was the weaker one in this equation?
