He shook his head, but she was fairly certain she could still feel laughter in his mind so she continued to glare at him.
“You will not get pregnant because you are not ovulating. If you did get pregnant, I would never leave you or the child. You are my lifemate. In your language you would say wife.”
“Um. Andre. In order to be a wife, you have to get married. Take vows in front of a justice of the peace or minister or priest. There are papers to fill out. A lifemate isn’t the same as a wife. Maybe a girlfriend? Or if it’s more, a fiancée?”
Andre lowered her onto a smooth rock seat that even had a back on it. The hot water came up to her neck and felt wonderful. Soothing. She really hadn’t known she was sore, she was still feeling far too good. He had to be the best lover in the world.
“How would you know if I was ovulating or not?” she asked curiously, allowing her head to fall back, noticing in a kind of offhand way that the rock seemed soft, seemed to have a little niche she could rest the back of her skull against. It was comfortable and in her dazed and sex-sated state, she was certain she wouldn’t move again for a very long time. “I’m drained but perfectly happy right now. Especially if you’re right and there’s no chance of pregnancy. I really don’t want to be responsible for setting into motion a generational catastrophe for my family.”
“I would think not,” he answered.
She attempted a scowl, but the hot water combined with great sex made her too drowsy to give him a real glare. She subsided, idly pushing through the water with her fingers.
“You didn’t answer me, Andre. Do you really know if I’m ovulating or not?”
“Yes. And you are not. I am going to make certain your body is not going to be sore. It will take a moment and you will feel heat.”
She opened her eyes then—she had to. He was going to do his healing thing right down there. In the pertinent spot. “Um.” She had to tell him. “That might be going a little too far. I’m not thinking about being absolutely naked or that I’ve just gone a little crazy in your arms. Or that I was a complete moron and forgot birth control. I’m just zoning out. If you’re wandering around inside my body with your white healing light and moving around in my very happy spot I might . . . um . . . well . . . um.” She waved her hand, hoping he got the message.
His mouth twitched. “Happy spot?” he echoed.
She raised her eyebrow. “Very happy spot. Although technically, I’m happy all over, so I guess it isn’t just one spot. Still, I wouldn’t go messing around in there right now. You could set off an explosion or two.”
The expression on his face was priceless. She figured he was getting the message, but really, she’d had to spell it out for him and that was highly embarrassing. It had to be a language thing. She was fairly articulate but not used to men who healed by going into other people’s bodies. Which was cool, but still.
He shook his head. He looked good shaking his head. His gleaming long, thick hair was just plain beautiful falling around him. She loved his face. She could get lost just looking at his face. He should be outlawed for his body alone, but then you put that together with his face and his hair and his eyes. Oh—and his mouth. No one could possibly be a better kisser. His kiss was something from another realm.
“Teagan.”
She’d forgotten about his voice. Her belly did a familiar shiver and her breasts, beneath the hot water, tightened. She licked her lower lip and forced her gaze to his, trying to look innocent.
“You are doing it again, going off somewhere in your mind instead of out loud. But I can hear your thoughts. I appreciate that you think I am beautiful, but I am still going to check on you. I cannot imagine not repeating the experience with more enthusiasm, and I do not want you sore.”
More enthusiasm? That sounded promising. Teagan nodded, speechless. She tried to curb her thoughts as well, because seriously, he was going to think she was insane if she kept it up. She just talked to herself whenever she was nervous. Okay, she talked. In general. To everyone. Whatever was in her head often came out her mouth.
Grandma Trixie had tried very hard to curb that particular failing. Her sisters had really tried to curb it, especially when they invited men—and that one woman—in the hopes she would find someone. They were pretty desperate . . .
“Teagan.”
She bit her lip. “Sorry. I’m doing it again, aren’t I?”
He smiled. A real smile. A full-on, perfect white teeth smile. He looked more handsome, more masculine than ever. Sort of like a wolf about to pounce. She brought herself up short and then couldn’t help but laugh.
He didn’t laugh, but his smile stayed more than one brief moment and his eyes went soft and incredibly beautiful.
“I love the sound of your laughter,” he said.
She closed her eyes and laid her head back. He was going to blind her with his beauty or worse, cast his spell even deeper, and she couldn’t afford that. She wasn’t thinking sanely. She waved her hand. “All right. Get to it, healer. The more enthusiastically part sounds mag.”
“Mag?”
She didn’t open her eyes. “Yep. Totally mag. Magnificent.”
He remained silent and she was tempted to open her eyes, but she wanted to be in his mind when he shed his body and became spirit. She didn’t understand how he could do it and the healer in her was envious and totally blown away by his incredible talent. The truth was, she could fall for him just for that. Who had that kind of ability—that amazing gift?