I stepped out of the bath and used Tommy’s towel to dry myself off. I’d also brushed my teeth and used the toothbrush to scrub my tongue and mouth. That felt so much better—I felt so much better. I loathed the memory of the Egyptian’s hands on me, of his tongue in my mouth and the copper taste of his blood after I’d bit off a good portion of his tongue.
I’d had to bite down on my back teeth to keep from vomiting.
I returned to the bedroom and pulled on a pair of my own trousers and a shirt of Tommy’s.
He rolled onto his side, and I brought the covers up over his shoulder. “Love you, y’know, Roddy,” he murmured softly.
I froze, but his breathing had evened out into sleep. I lifted that soft, white-blond hair off his neck and pressed a gentle, open-mouthed kiss to the sensitive skin. “I
