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Once outside they ran for the car like truant children. They were both
laughing by the time they drove away.
The shower felt heavenly to her and she stood in the steady spray without
moving, feeling the tight muscles in her neck and shoulders relax. Her eyes
had drifted closed and she was almost in a trancelike state when the shower
door suddenly opened. Startled, her eyes flew open. Blake stepped inside,
carefully closing the door behind him. He took the neglected washcloth from
her hand and carefully turned her around. "I thought you might need some
help scrubbing your back." He stroked the sudsy cloth along her spine,
rubbing gently. Angel felt as though she was receiving tiny electrical shocks
everywhere he touched her.
When he finished, Blake turned her around so that she faced him. "Now it's
your turn," he said, handing her the cloth.
Numbly, Angel took the cloth and slowly began to rub it across his chest.
She refused to meet his eyes. It was obvious from the condition of his body
that he hadn't decided to share her shower just to conserve water.
He chuckled when her hand hesitated at his abdomen and obligingly turned
around so she could scrub his back. It seemed like weeks since Angel had
touched him, and she enjoyed feeling the muscles ripple just below his skin
wherever she touched him.
Blake turned to face her once more, rinsing the soap off his body. Then he
turned off the water. After opening the shower door, he scooped her up in his
arms and carried her into the bedroom. "Blake, we're dripping water
everywhere."
"Who cares?" he murmured, his mouth finding hers.
After a few moments, Angel managed to find her breath. "Not me."
He threw the covers back with one hand, then lowered her to the center of
the bed. "You are so beautiful," he said softly.
"So are you," she sighed, stroking her hands across his chest and shoulders.
"God, I hope not! Being beautiful would have to be at the top of my list of
things I'd prefer not to be."
"Handsome, then."
"I'll accept that."
"You are, Blake. I think you are one of the best- looking, best-built men I
know."
"It's obvious you don't know many, then, but I'd just as soon keep it that
way." He took the top sheet and blotted her dry, turning her over so that he
could remove any moisture left there, but most of it was gone. She knew her
body heat must have caused instant evaporation.
It had been so long since he had made love to her, and she wanted him so
much. She wanted to let him know how much and began kissing him light,
darting kisses across his neck and chest. Her lips brushed against his
nipples and she felt them contract at her touch. She smiled, pleased at the
reaction.
They seemed to come together in an explosion of feeling. Blake held her so
tightly she could scarcely draw breath, and his urgent kisses turned her into a
flame. She loved him aggressively for the first time, initiating touches and
kisses, showing him that as her teacher he had taught her well. When he
possessed her she thought she would faint with the joy of it and she
responded to him with every atom of her being.
Eventually they fell asleep, exhausted, but later Angel was
awakened again and again with Blake stroking her, kissing her
everywhere, worshiping her with his body.
She tried to respond in a similar fashion but often was carried away with
what he was doing to her. He taught her to acknowledge her own loving
nature and not to be afraid to show her response to him. And he taught her,
finally and irrevocably, that there would never be another man for her.
Chapter Ten
Angel woke up the next morning feeling that all was right with her world.
She had made the plunge and disclosed her identity to the art world and
nothing dire had happened to her. She had also made up her mind to fight for
her marriage, and the difference in their relationship was already apparent.
Blake had not left early that morning. As a matter of fact, she was very
aware of him because her back was snuggled up to his chest so that his
warmth touched her from her head to her toes. Her cheek rested partially on
her pillow and partially on his arm that lay underneath her. His other arm
was securely tucked around her waist, his hand resting lightly on her breast.
Once again the days of their honeymoon drifted through her mind and she
smiled. Maybe her aggressiveness last night was what had been lacking in
their relationship. Being inexperienced, she wasn't sure how much to
participate in their lovemaking and had always allowed Blake to take the
lead. But last night she had felt freed from their past, almost renewed with
her determination to make the relationship work.
Angel wriggled, attempting to stretch, and Blake's hold on her waist
tightened.
"Where do you think you're going?" he said in a gruff, early-morning voice.
She relaxed against him once again, turning her head slightly. "Nowhere. I
was just trying to stretch."
"Well, in that case " He rolled onto his back, straightening his legs and
carefully pulling his arm from under her head with a muffled groan.
Angel sat up, raising her arms high above her head, then dropped them and
slithered back down along his side, her chin resting on his chest.
"Good morning."
Blake opened one eye and glanced at her, then closed it, a smile forming on
his lips. "It certainly seems to be."
"Aren't you going to be late for work?"
"Probably."
"Is it going to cause a problem for you?"
"I doubt that anyone would fire me."
She chuckled. "Good point."
He brought his hand up from behind her back and began to stroke her hair.
"Did you sleep all right?"
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