Page 65 of Out on a Limb
I’d gone along with it because who in their right mind turned down a free interior decorator?
And my house was beautiful. Full of light and soft colors that were so neutral anyone would feel comfortable there.
It was fine.
“That sucks.” Andrew pulled out another washcloth and went to the sink with it. By the time he was finished soaking and wringing it, the one on my body was cooling down.
“I don’t mind it. It’s pretty enough.” I watched as he switched out the towels before going back to the built-in yet again.
“But it’s your house. It’s where you live. Don’t you want it to be whatyouwant?” This time he came back with a clear plastic container.
I shrugged. “I was younger when I built it. I didn’t really know what I liked.”
That’s exactly what my granddad told me and I’d believed him, thinking I was too naive and stupid to pick out tile and fixtures on my own.
“You were old enough to have the money to build a house.” Andrew popped the lid off the box and started digging through the first aid supplies inside. “I’m pretty sure that’s old enough to know what you like.” He gently peeled the washcloth off my skin. His eyes came to mine. “I’ve got to touch you to get this out.”
Most guys couldn’t wait to get their hands on my tits. “I know.”
His eyes stayed on my face a second longer before going straight to the single spot that required assistance. He plucked a pair of tweezers from the box before looking my way again. “Ready?”
I nodded because I was holding my breath, unable to speak as I braced myself for what was to come.
Andrew gently rested two fingers on one side of the dark spot, then laid his thumb on the opposite side before slowly pressing.
The dark bit peeked out of my skin and he grabbed it with the tip of the tweezers, pulling it free on the first try. “There.”
“Holy crap.” I looked down at the spot. “Youarea professional.”
“Did you think I was lying?”
I might have. “Most men would say anything to get their hands on a set of boobs.”
“Hmph.” He twisted the cap off a tub of something called A and D ointment, dipping two fingers in to scoop up a little. Andrew was almost touching me when he stopped, eyes lifting. “You should probably do this.”
I did not want to do it.
Strike that.
I most definitely wanted him to be the one to do it.
Because I was starting to like letting Andrew take care of me.
“I thought you were the professional?” I lifted the other side of the shirt. “You should probably get this one too.”
Good thing I wasn’t particularly shy. It had served me well over the years, since most of the men I liked were pretty shy themselves. If I waited for them to make the first move, or any move after that, I’d still be a virgin.
I bit my lip to keep from sucking in a breath when Andrew’s fingers smoothed the ointment across my bark-ravaged skin. His touch was careful.
Patient.
Thorough.
All very good signs.
Signs that shouldn’t matter since tomorrow was supposed to be a new day, and any sexual thoughts I had regarding Andrew were supposed to be null and void.
He wiped the extra ointment off his hand with one of the damp towels before pulling out two large, square bandages. He peeled the backing off the first one. “These won’t stick to your skin too much.” His fingers carefully worked them into place, pressing gently until both nipples were covered.
