Free Rogue's Passion by Laurie London Page B

tickled her nose and chin. “The apartment isn’t fancy, but it’s clean and no one will bother us. Besides, it’s too late for you to go anywhere else tonight.”
    It was a tempting proposition—he was so damned hot. If she stayed with him tonight, maybe she could get this bad boy out of her system and move on. And he did have a point. It was late. Or early, rather. It made sense for her to stay the night and deal with getting home in the morning.  
    “I want you with me to get Conry,” he said, sensing that she was caving. His hand was at her breast now, his thumb caressing her pebble-hard nipple beneath layers of fabric. “And then I’ll take you home myself.”  
    He drew her earlobe between his teeth and nipped at the delicate skin. Hardly able to think straight anymore, she sucked in a ragged breath. The last of her common sense was evaporating, but she gave one last try. “Unless you let me heal you, you really should go straight to sleep.”
    “Trust me, Olivia,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear, his tone seductively mesmerizing. “Not every part of me was hurt. The most important parts are still fully functioning.”
    “But—”
    “Let’s worry about everything else in the morning.”
     
    * * *
     
    Being injured did have its advantages. Especially when a gorgeous nurse was involved.
    Except for the delivery at the far end of the garage that James was dealing with, Reckless had been quiet when they walked through the offices and up the metal stairs to the small suite of rooms that were always ready for him. Asher planned to waste no time getting down to business, but Olivia headed straight to the adjoining bathroom, where he heard the toilet flush, then water running in the tub.  
    “I’m getting a bath started for you,” she called.
    After the night he’d had, he had to admit that a soak in a tub did sound pretty damn good. He entered the bathroom, stripped off his shirt, and tossed it in the corner.  
    Olivia made a little noise of surprise at the sound and spun around. “I didn’t hear you…come in.” Her gaze dropped to his bare chest then went lower, and the tip of her tongue darted out. “I thought a hot soak in the tub might feel good, with all your aches and pains.”  
    Leaning against the bathroom counter, he absently twisted his pinkie ring as she filled the tub. God, he loved indoor plumbing. They didn’t have running water on the other side of the portal, so he never took it for granted over here.
    The hem of her wispy dress brushed against the backs of her bare thighs, daring him to keep looking. His erection grew as he thought about those smooth, toned legs wrapped around his waist. Noticing a tiny mole on the inside of her left knee, he made a vow to kiss it the first chance he got.
    She reached for her bag and fished out a small glass bottle. Unscrewing the lid, she poured a few drops of a thick amber-colored liquid under the running faucet.  
    “Do you always carry bubble bath with you?” he asked.
    “It’s not bubble bath.” She swirled a hand in the water to mix it.
    “Then what is it?” The lavender-and-rosemary scent reminded him of the healing ointments and tinctures sold in the open-air markets back home.
    “It’s an organic body oil that my mother makes. My skin gets dry in the winter and this really helps. It’s got soothing and healing properties, too. I thought it might be good on all your cuts and scrapes.” She reached for his good hand, removed his ring and leather bracelets, then rubbed the warm oil from the water into his skin. As he imagined her applying that kind of attention and friction to his cock, he grew even harder. And when she started massaging his palm with both of her thumbs, he closed his eyes and thought he surely had to be in heaven.  
    He groaned with pleasure. “Holy Fates, woman. That feels so good.”  
    “And a soak will feel even better.” She released his hand and turned off the faucet. “Do you need