Page 96 of The Cajun Doctor

“Twelve.”

“And you still remember?”

“Honey, there are some things a guy never forgets.”

They were in the bathroom by now, and Daniel said, “Wait here.”

The bathroom was one of those large ones like they didn’t build today; there was so much wasted space. Because there was no closet, a white, two-door, tall chest held linens and bath accessories. The bathroom’s size also accommodated a clawfoot tub, a pedestal sink, a dressing table and stool, and a man’s shaving stand. And, of course, the ultra-deluxe shower that Aaron had installed. Totally out of sync with the historical nature of the mansion, but deliciously enticing on a hot Louisiana night. Any night, actually.

Daniel returned, carrying a bunch of lit candles from the bedroom. “That fluorescent overhead light isn’t moody enough,” he said, placing the candles at various spots around the bathroom.

“Moody? That’s how everyone describes you. Doctor Moody.”

“This is another kind of moody.” He waggled his eyebrows at her.

Really, she’d never witnessed this playful side of Daniel, but then she’d never seen his sexy side either, except in her dreams. She liked them both.

“C’mon,” he encouraged, drawing her into the large shower stall with him. “Welcome to my Amazon paradise.” He pressed a button which caused a hazy green light to fill the space and highlight the tropical flowers and trees etched into the glass.

“Very nice. Do you have luscious fruits growing in your rain forest?”

“Only passion fruit,” he said, glancing at her breasts, then downward, adding, “and bushes with lacy red foliage.”

“And a snake,” she pointed out, glancing at his penis which was erect again.

He laughed and asked, “Do you want hot or cold water?”

“Lukewarm at first, then cool.”

“Whatever the lady wants.”

There was a huge rainfall showerhead on top of the stall, at least two feet in diameter, and a number of wall-mounted showerheads designed to jet spray, pulse, wave, mist, and massage. There was even one called an aeration or champagne setting that was extra soft. Daniel demonstrated all of them on her. And then she reciprocated.

They laughed and shivered and moaned, with ecstasy, not pain.

He shampooed her hair, she shampooed his hair. They soaped each other down, and up.

Then he pulled out the coup de gras from under a bench seat on the far side of the shower stall, where some waterproof sex toys were hidden, including what appeared to be suction cup handcuffs. Who knew? Daniel bypassed those and other weird looking objects and took a sponge from its plastic wrapper. Holding her gaze, he inserted a bar of soap inside the sponge, then turned on a switch, which caused the sponge to vibrate. God bless technology!

“Are you game?” he asked, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

“Are you?” she countered with equal mischief.

By the time they finished and had to shower again, Samantha had come to orgasm three times, and Daniel roared to a climax so fierce he dropped to his knees afterward. Peering up at her as he fought for breath, he said, “You are a goddess.”

And she felt like one.

Maybe he wasn’t offering her everlasting love. But goddess? She’d take that. For now.

Chapter Twenty-One

And then the big gun arrived . . . in a lavender convertible? . . .

Long after Samantha fell asleep, Daniel lay awake. Thinking, thinking, thinking.

The lovemaking between them had been good. Spectacular, even. But the playful, teasing nature of the sex couldn’t hide the intense feelings boiling under the surface, despite his best efforts to keep it light.

He almost wished he could be the kind of man Samantha yearned to settle with. One who could give her children and a secure home life. He couldn’t see himself being that man. Best not to go down that road. Not just because the prospect of fatherhood, knowing all the medical catastrophes that hit the young, was anathema to him.