Contagious Lust (18 page)

Swaying unsteadily, he rests for a moment, pressing up against her. Then, with a reluctant sigh, he pulled back and out. They showered together, then, gently testing and teasing, but nothing more; there's barely energy for that much. Afterwards, they toweled each other off, a gentle massage with terrycloth, before dressing and, by mutual consent, going no farther than the bedroom. A warm, contented glow suffuses her body, and the two of them are seldom out of contact the entire evening; a gentle touch, a stroke of the cheek, a hand on a hand. Dinner ends late, as they wait in his room, simply enjoying the thought of an evening simply laying together, touching and talking, until they both of them fall asleep.