Page 50 of Fangs and First Aid

Cordelya’s smile widens. “I’m perfect.”

Warmth and pride swell in my chest as I make my way back to the head of the bed to pull her into my arms.

“Thank you, Moonlight,” I murmur, placing a kiss to her forehead.

She turns her head to me, confusion on her face. “For what?”

“Trusting me with your body. Trusting me to take care of you.”

Cordelya kisses me, no doubt tasting the remnants of her release on my lips. I pull her closer, molding her body to mine perfectly.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” she whispers against my lips. “But what about you?”

I take her hand and place it over the wetness of my shorts, drawing the smallest gasp.

“Watching you come apart had me coming—twice.”

“Oh,” she breathes.

We lay in bed for a long time, basking in the afterglow, only moving when both our stomachs begin to growl. After locating her discarded shorts, I slip into the fresh jeans from my overnight bag so we can head for the kitchen to reheat last night’s dinner.

While our food reheats, Cordelya sets about making food for the animals while I duck outside with Minna for a quick walk. By the time we return, the food is warm and set out on the table. I take the plates that Cordelya has in her hands and usher her to sit, dishing us both up a healthy serving of leftovers.

“Do you have a shift today?” I ask around a mouthful of pepper steak.

She swallows her own bite of food before nodding. “Yes, but it’s a short one. I’m only covering a half shift. Darren is closing early to finish prepping for the festival tomorrow.”

“Can I drop you off? Maybe even pick you up after your shift?”

She gives me a smile I’m coming to believe is just for me. “I’d like that.”

“Me too.”

I push off the table and take our plates to the sink. “But before that, I’m going to run you a bath.”

“Oh, you don’t need to do that,” she insists.

Taking her hands, I help her stand. “But I do.”

“Why?” she asks, perplexed.

“Because, Moonlight,” I say as I walk her backward toward the bedroom. “I’ve pleasured you and fed you. Now I need to make sure to take care of your body, so I can do it all over again,” I finish with a cocky smile.

Cordelya’s cheeks flush a beautiful shade of pink before she whispers shyly, “And you. I want to do the same for you too.”

Red-hot desire races down my spine and has my cock rising to attention.

My voice drops an octave as I reply, “Ladies first.”

“Ever the gentleman,” she teases.

I stop short so she runs into me, then scoop her up, grabbing two handfuls of her rounded ass.

“Auggie!” she exclaims.

“I think we’ve established,” I rasps as I nip her neck, “that I can be very ungentlemanly.” I punctuate my words with a lazy roll of my hips, ensuring she feels the effect her words have on me.

With her wrapped in my arms, I walk the short distance remaining to the bathroom and set her on the counter. All her bathroom items sit along the counter next to her. Glancing at the various bottles, I manage to locate her bodywash. At the tub, I turn on the water, adding in a generous amount of bodywash so a mountain of bubbles begins to form.