Page 52 of Sergeant O'
Wasn’t there a law about cruel and unusual punishment? First the rejection last night, now he was just rubbing salt in the wound looking downright edible with his wet hair and drops of water running down his chest.
He grabbed his duffle bag off the dresser with a sheepish grin. “Forgot my clothes.”
“I see that.”
“I’ll hurry,” he headed back toward the bathroom, but stopped when I called out, “Hang on…”
His hand gripped the ends of the towel when he turned around. I tried not to stare at the lines on his hip bones. Or at his six pack. Or the smattering of hair on his broad chest.
Fuck! Where can I look?
I settled for the freckle on his left shoulder.
“I need to rebandage your leg.”
“Really? I still need to have that thing?”
“You’ll probably only need to wear one for another day or two.”
“That will make hanging out at the beach more enjoyable.”
Shit, I forgot about that.
I wrinkled my nose and winced. “Actually, I take that back. I think you should keep it wrapped if you’re going to be in the sand or ocean.”
“Really? How am I supposed to go in the water with a bandage?”
“There are all kinds of waterproof bandages available at any drugstore.” He made a face, and I continued, “Trust me, the last thing you want is an infection. Wearing a bandage is a minor inconvenience compared to having an infected thigh.”
With a sigh, he ambled toward the bed and teased, “I’ll assume the position.”
My mind immediately wandered back to the position we’d been in last night, with his cock grinding against my ass and his hands on my boobs.
And how I’d arched my back and shamelessly pressed against him, thinking he was into me. Only to realize he wasn’t.
I felt my cheeks burn, and I turned away to fish through my doctor’s bag for the necessary supplies.
“You know, you probably can bandage it yourself. It’s not that hard.”
I glanced over to where he’d stuck his leg out from under the blanket to find him frowning.
“I’d rather you do it. It stayed in place until I took it off before my shower. I’d hate to have it slip off while we’re driving; that would be a pain in the ass to try and fix then.”
Well, when he put it that way…
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Brian
With my hands in my lap over the blanket, I looked at the wall instead of the back of Jade’s head as she hovered over my leg.
Her warm hands felt so good on my skin I’d had to bite back moaning, “Mmm.” I caught a whiff of her flowery shampoo—the same scent I’d woken up to when I had my face buried in her neck.
Don’t go there, Brian.
“I don’t get to see you very often with your hair down,” I commented. “Or in street clothes.”
Or skimpy pajamas. Or a bra and underwear.
