WarriorsWoman by Evanne Lorraine Read Free Book Online

for arranging the bath. It’s wonderful, champ.”
    When he showed no sign of leaving, she smiled nervously, trying to soften her dismissal. “I appreciate your thoughtfulness, but you don’t need to stay. I can handle undressing and bathing all by myself.”
    Definitely the smart choice, since I don’t want to throw myself at you and die of embarrassment when you reject me. Her gaze wandered back to the luxury of steam rising from the metal tub. While mesmerized by the long-dreamed-of bath, she didn’t notice Batzorg move.
    Not a single footfall, creak, or even rustle betrayed him.
    How could such a big man walk so silently?
    Obviously, he knew the secret, because now he stood so close he warmed her. She fought to keep from leaning into his strength.
    His breath caressed her ear. “Am I your champion, little one?”
    She wanted to whimper, yes, please . But her mouth was suddenly too dry to speak.
    “What you say is true, you are capable of bathing yourself, but do you want to?” A bottle of shampoo appeared in his large hand. “How would you rinse all the lather from your hair by yourself, little one?”
    His deep baritone was sheer seduction. Her heart accelerated and her hopes floated to the ceiling. Looks like I was wrong about him not being interested, thank goodness.
    She moaned. The telling sound made any further protest seem silly. Besides, if he was willing to bathe her, wash her hair and ravish her body she planned to enjoy every moment of the bath, the shampoo and the sex.
    Sex with Batzorg would be glorious. How could it be anything less than wonderful, when just looking at him excited her more than any other man’s caresses?
    He might find her nakedness disappointing, but since she had the one-of-the-last-few-women-on-Earth thing going for her, he might well overlook her lack of curves. Definitely worth the risk.
    One strong hand gathered her hair and held it aside. His moist mouth brushed her nape and she shivered as licks of heat spread from his lips, warming her from the inside out. The inner fire shot off sparks that tightened her nipples into rigid points and lapped at her core.
    He worked with the same deliberate efficiency as he seemed to do everything else while he tugged her fleece’s zipper down then pulled the first layer off her unresisting arms. He unfastened and skimmed off her snow pants with the same effortless skill he had her top. After positioning her arms over her head, he issued a simple command. “Stay.”
    Rebellion didn’t cross her mind. Just the single word from his delectable lips set off flutters deep inside her core. I’m in so much trouble.
    Batzorg shrugged off his pack and set it aside. Next he pulled her bulky wool sweater over her head. Then her dark-blue, knit ski pants slid to a puddle of fabric on the floor. She let him steady her with a huge hand on her waist as she stepped out of them. Sexy lingerie would’ve been lovely, but all she had were slightly grubby thermal undies, which covered her from neck to instep. Neither her shabby clothes nor skinny body kept her heart from beating out an eager tempo of nervous anticipation.
    He caressed her shoulder, letting his hand drift down her arm as if she were a rare and precious work of art. Her eyelids grew heavy and her small breasts swelled until her insignificant nipples hardened into visible peaks of need.
    Then he nibbled her ear, sending more hot sparks shooting through her excited erogenous zones. He left her earlobe to place tiny nips along the tender underside of her jaw. Her lips opened in invitation and he covered them with his.
    Instead of the commanding possession of her mouth she’d expected, he brushed her lips with a soft, slow kiss, sampling her with infinite patience. He continued to take his time, placing soft sips, and gentle nips, and tender presses while she melted and squirmed and silently begged for more. At last, his tongue slid inside to duel with hers. She sucked on the thick invader and