Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Colletion_ Books 11-15 - Laurell K. Hamilton [959]
I let my head rest in the curve of his shoulder and didn’t fight the fact that I was small in his arms. Once it had bothered me, but some part of me had grown up, or accepted it. Maybe I just didn’t need to be the biggest, baddest ass in the room anymore. Maybe I was finally old enough to let someone else be the one in charge. Maybe.
I draped an arm around his neck and breathed in the scent of him. It loosened something tight and frightened in the center of my being. It felt a little like the rabbit was cuddling with the wolf, but if a lion can lie down with a lamb, why not?
15
ONE OF THE younger guards was bent over the tub. I couldn’t remember his name in that moment. He looked up and seemed startled, as if he hadn’t expected us. “Remus told me to fill the tub.” He sounded a little breathy. I remembered his name then: Cisco. He was eighteen, and I’d declared him too young to guard my body. But it hadn’t been his age alone that had made me suggest he go elsewhere. He’d had problems around the sex and me. Apparently he was getting his second chance to see if he could be cool around the sex.
“We’ll take it from here,” Richard said.
“Remus was really clear that I am to follow every order exactly.”
I sighed. “Cisco, just go.”
He took his hand out of the water, shaking droplets off it. “Okay.” His eyes were too wide, his face too bothered by us. He was a wererat; no lycanthrope should have this much problem around nudity. But it wasn’t the nudity, I didn’t think, but the fact that we were going to have sex. That bothered him. I’d declared that I was a twenty-one-or-older zone. Cisco’s face made me think I needed to make that rule stick.
I got a flash of the gun at his hip as he moved past us. Remus said Cisco had one of the best scores on the firing range of any guard. But high scores weren’t the only thing you needed to be a bodyguard.
The bathroom door closed, firmly. Richard stood there, holding me as if it were effortless, as if I weighed nothing and he could have done it all night. Sometimes it bugged me to know how much stronger the men were than I was, but not this morning. This morning it seemed comforting.
“Can I say something without you getting mad?” Richard asked.
I tensed, I couldn’t help it. “I don’t know.”
He sighed, but he said it. “Cisco seems too young to be doing this.”
“I agree.”
He moved his head against the top of mine, as if he’d glance down at me if my face was where he could have seen it. “You agree?”
“Yeah, he’s been weird around me since…” I didn’t say it out loud, because I didn’t want to upset Richard either. But Cisco had been in the room when I’d had sex with London, one of our British vamps, for the first time. Cisco had had trouble not seeing me as a piece of ass since that moment. He was young, young in ways that weren’t just about how old he was. “Since he saw some stuff,” I finished, and hoped Richard would let it be.
He did. He carried me to the edge of the tub. The water was very loud, rushing into the huge tub. Jean-Claude had explained to me that the swan spout that filled it was hooked up to a system that filled the tub extra fast. I had a tub almost that big at home, and apparently my system was like his, a quick fill. Since I had bought the house with the tub and system in place I hadn’t realized there was anything special about it. High-tech tubs, who knew? Richard hugged me, and again I got a flash of that amazing strength. “I want to check the water, but I’m really enjoying carrying you.”
“Me, too,” I said.
He rested his face against my hair. “Really?”
“Yes,” I said, and I would have whispered it, except the water was loud enough that true whispering wasn’t possible.
He stepped into the water with me in his arms. I laughed and lifted enough to see his face. “Shouldn’t you check the temperature first?”
The look on his face made the laughter leak away. Eager, amazed, just so many emotions. Lately when we