Standing in the middle of the
circle of spray jets, he closed his eyes to seek her through
their bond. He found the other half of his heart sitting,
impatient, nervous, and bored. Then he turned on the
At first, Lyric thought the
roof was leaking. Glancing up, she couldn’t see where the
water was coming from, but she could feel the soft drops on
her face. She swiped her cheeks, but there was no moisture.
“Something wrong, Cochise?”
She glanced over at her
fellow prosecutor sitting across from her. “No. Just
thinking.” Jerico nodded and leaned back in his chair, but
by this time she could feel the definite touch of water
droplets on her arms and legs.
When Ta’Loov was sure their
connection was at its strongest, he worked up a lather in
his hands and began to massage the soap through his fur,
running his nails over his skin. Lightly scoring his flesh
as he touched himself.
Lyric jolted upright in her
chair from the sensation.
As she realized what was
going on, she tried to close her eyes and appear calm to
those around her. Yet, her mind both rebelled and was
titillated by the provocative feelings crawling over her
My love, what are you