Chapter 82

They dumped the bags on the bed and the breakfast table by the window, then without a word they both went through to the bathroom and started peeling off their clothes. Remy reached into the over-sized glass-block shower stall and turned on the hot water, then gathered Mari close for a long, gentle hug.
"I thought I'd lost you out there," he murmured against her hair. "It was the most frightening moment of my life."
"Sorry," she mumbled into his chest. "I promise I'll try not to let it happen again."
He stuck an arm into the shower and fiddled with the dial, then when he was satisfied, he stepped inside and drew her with him. They stood under the warm spray of the multiple showerheads almost as if they were at a dance. Their bodies were pressed together and slowly swaying.
"I meant it, you know," he whispered. He reached over to a shelf and took down the shampoo provided by the inn. He poured a little into his hand and began to lather her hair. His long, strong fingers were exquisitely gentle on her scalp and down the length of her thick mane.
"Mmm. That feels good." She waited for him to come out and say it again. She was so afraid that her love for him was one-sided, and the last thing she wanted was his pity, or for him to stick around because he felt guilty.
"Everything about you feels good to me, cherie." He turned her under the water so he could rinse the shampoo from her hair. "I don't want to lose you. Will you come with me to Quebec?"
"Even if I don't have a job there?" She took the shampoo herself, then motioned for him to sit on the bench built into the side of the shower. When he did, she straddled his lap and returned the favor. His long blond hair was as smooth as silk and she loved every minute of playing with it, but she was quickly distracted by the hard-on that nudged against her mound. She felt slick and swollen with wanting him, but she teased them both a little longer by finishing the task of washing his hair. Finally she rinsed it with a hand-held nozzle, then sat back astride him and looped her arms around his neck.
"You will. But if not, would it be so bad to just be with me?"
She looked into his eyes and her breath caught at the seriousness she saw there. She opened her mouth to speak, but it took two tries to get any sound to come out.
"I can think of worse things. But I'd prefer to work in a library and have you in my life."
There. She'd said it. She held her breath as she waited for a response, then gasped at the beauty of his smile.
"Thank God!" He pulled her head down for a kiss that seemed to make the rest of the world disappear. There was only Remy, the heat of his lips, the thrust of his tongue, and the sheer possession he seemed determined to brand her with.
Her whole body was caught up in the feel of his wet skin against hers, and she rubbed her core against his erection until both of them were quivering and panting. Finally, he slid one hand behind her ass and lifted her just enough that she could position the fat head of his cock right at her weeping slit.
"Yes, Remy." She sank down, impaling herself on his rigid shaft. He filled her until she felt stuffed, but she loved it. She'd hold him inside her forever if she could.
"Heaven," he murmured. One hand gripped her ass and guided her movements as she glided up and down on his cock. His other hand cupped her chin as he kissed her, His tongue thrust in and out in a raw echo of the way his body plundered hers below.
Her hands dug into the strong muscles of his shoulders. He was in human form now, his wings hidden, but she didn't care - barely even noticed. Either way he was Remy, the man she loved. Except - she hadn't said it yet, had she?
She wrenched her mouth away from his and worked to catch her breath. Remy took advantage of the opportunity to trail his kisses lower, first down to her throat and then leaning her back over his arm so he could capture one of her peaked nipples between his lips. He sucked it deep into the hot cavern of his mouth at the same time his hand slid down between their bodies. When his thumb pressed down on her clit, Mari screamed. Her vaginal muscles milked Remy's cock as the orgasm shuddered through her. He didn't follow her over the edge, just kept up the steady thrust and withdrawal until she was climbing again.
"I love you, Remy," she cried when she could speak again.
He stilled, almost as if he'd turned to stone. Slate gray eyes bored into hers. "You do?"
Mari nodded. "I love you. For real. It scares me to death, but I don't want to lose you, Remy. I don't think I'd survive without you."
"Oh, cherie, je t'aime aussi!" He laughed joyously and stood, with his cock still embedded in her sheath. He spun her around in a circle, then translated. "I love you too, little seal. I love you so much more than I ever believed I could."