up the windows. She'd rimmed the foot of the tub in a half-moon of white tallow and it was difficult to stop staring at the hypnotic wa terfall that cascaded down the wall fountain over rocks, picking up candlelight and her in the shimmer.
"Get in, all the way down to the shoulders ... and lemme douse your hair." If there was a dissension entity clinging to his spirit, it was pretty much fried away by the
sudden heat Damali had caused to slingshot through his system. He was agreeable to anything she wanted to do right now. There was no resis tance in him whatsoever as he slid into the fragrant, opaque water and then immediately realized with a groan what part of the sensual aroma contained. Oil of Hathor.
Carlos closed his eyes and began breathing through his mouth. She'd supercharged the malachite tiles in water... in a white bath, with her own special blend of whatever that had oil of Hathor as its base.
"What are you doing to me?" he murmured with his eyes closed while she sponged water into his hair. It drizzled down his face and lashes.
"Watering my warhorse ... just like you said," she mur mured and kissed his temple. If he hadn't been holding on to the side of the tub, he would have just slipped beneath the surface and drowned. The jets were on low. That, combined with the tiles, were sending bubbling tingles of chakra stimulation down his spine. Her gentle massage of his scalp while kneeling be hind him outside the tub was making him irrational. Suddenly she nuzzled his cheek so passionately that it put fangs in his mouth. It was the way she did it while working the knots out of his neck with her thumbs underwater, then she'd rubbed her face against his damp neck when he leaned up for her. He needed her mouth on his, but she stayed posi tioned behind him, just out of reach, alternately hard-nuzzling the sides of his neck until he arched in the tub. No longer able to stand the tease, he turned quickly to capture the nape of her neck with the cup of his wet hand. He needed her tongue to twine with his so badly now that when she opened her lips to accept his kiss he moaned right into her mouth. Oil of Hathor with her soft touch, the tub jets hitting lit pulse points and meridians, made him pull her closer, sloshing water on the floor. The only reason he broke the kiss was so they could stand, but he had to be careful not to trip over the fixtures as he looked at her wet gown clinging to every conceivable curve she owned.
She stood there, transfixed for a moment. This wasn't part of the plan. Tonight was his gift and yet try as she might, the look on his face was making her forget all that she'd intended to do. She couldn't help it. The oil in the water had left him with a glistening sheen over golden skin fired by candlelight. It dampened his dark lashes that now partially hid his intense, silver eyes, and highlighted the contours of his strong jaw, down his throat and over his Adam's apple, down his cinder block-defined chest, all the way down his beautiful abs to that dark silky trail of jet black hair curling just below his navel. Compelled, she ran her thumbs over his dark, raisin-colored nipples and watched his eyes slide shut with a hard swallow. Her mouth found the scar at the center of his chest right over his heart, the brand mark where her fist holding an Isis had permanently marked him so many years ago.
With a quiet gasp he held the back of her head with trembling fingers and then slowly pressed her closer so that her cheek could rest against the scar.
"It's too sensitive right now," he whispered, his entire body shuddering from her attention to his scar while her thumbs grazed his nipples. "I feel it in my shaft... old wiring you did years ago."
"I know," she whispered against the scar, breathing warmth into it. "I remember every ... single... one of those places."
He bent, took her mouth hard and held her jaw with his hands, then broke away to begin
kissing her face frantically in hot, passionate bursts. In one lithe move he'd stepped out of the tub blindly and pressed the length of their bodies to gether with a deep