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“You did a little.” He grinned from between her legs. “You’re not anymore.”
He kissed her clit and leisurely circled it with his tongue.
She moaned. “You said blood isn’t your thing.”
“It isn’t, sweet girl, but you are.”
Every drop of you.
Katelyn was the only thing he needed.
Just her.
Always.
He scooped her into his arms, blanket and all, and carried her up the stairs. They never did get to watch Christmas movies. And she didn’t care.
Katie was in her own movie. Either that or a fantastic dream. That’s what it felt like anyway.
Brendan set her down on the bed. He leaned over and softly kissed her mouth. The butterflies took flight once more.
“Stay right here.” He turned on the bedside lamp and disappeared into the en suite.
The blanket was cold and wet beneath her. Katie unwrapped it from her naked body to see if she looked any different now that she’d given up her v-card. Nope. She was swollen and tender down there, her lips puffy, but other than that everything seemed normal. That’s when she noticed it.
Shit!
Yeah, she was in a movie all right. She stared at it horrified. The blanket looked like it had been used at a Freddy Krueger pajama party. Smears of blood. How do you get that out of white cotton sateen? She’d have to google it.
Brendan came out of the bathroom, took one look at her face, and rushed to her side, crouching in front of her. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
“I bled all over the blanket.”
With a smile, he took her hands in his. “It’s a blanket, sweetheart.”
An expensive one by the look and feel of it. The tag said L.L.Bean. Down-filled ultra-plush fleece on one side, cotton sateen on the other. Cozy, soft, and snuggly. Now it was just a ruined mess.
“Come on.” He picked her up from the bed, cradling her in his arms. “I made you a bath.”
Steam rose from the big clawfoot tub. An aromatic blend of patchouli, rosemary, lavender, eucalyptus, and sage permeated the air. Brendan lowered them into the hot water, tucking her against his chest. He dipped a sponge into the fragrant water and began washing her.
“Mm, it smells good.”
“It’s a recovery body soak I use after a heavy workout.” He kissed the top of her head. “Dead Sea salt, arnica, and essential oils. This should soothe any soreness and achy muscles.” Brendan ran the sponge between her breasts. “Did it hurt very much?”
“It, um, hurt like hell. More than I thought it would.”
No exaggeration. Brendan was a helluva lot bigger than two of his fingers—bigger than three even, maybe four. It felt like she’d been ripped open. Flayed by a fire-hot poker driven deep inside her body. The initial discomfort gradually subsided, leaving a sensation of incredible fullness. She thought she could feel the pulsing of his cock in her pussy that throbbed with a heartbeat of its own. Even now, she could still feel him inside her, as if he’d branded her somehow.
“And then it didn’t.”
She’d wrapped her legs around him, holding on for dear life through the stinging burn of tissue being stretched for the first time. For a fleeting moment Katie wondered how any woman could like this, but then his mouth was on her nipple and his barbell grazed her clit. A fireball burst in her core and the heat of it spread and bloomed, proliferating through her body. She looked into those eyes that were so fucking blue looking into hers and melted into him. Became a part of him, just as he was a part of her. There was no other way to describe it.
“It was beautiful and wonderful and magical.” She turned over and straddled him in the tub, wanting to see his face. “I didn’t know you could be so connected to another person. Is it always like that?”
“No.”
Brendan took her face in his hands. He brought her mouth to his and slipped his tongue inside. Fingertips skated down her spine and cupped her bottom, pulling her in even closer. Her nipples beaded against his wet skin. Immersed in warm water, breathing in patchouli, eucalyptus, and Brendan. She wanted to stay just like this. Always.
