Page 61 of Blood & Snow
I pull her against my side, feeling her body relax into mine.
"Much closer."
She doesn't resist when I kiss her, instead melting into the contact with a soft sigh.
The taste of her mouth erases the afternoon's violence, replacing all that negative emotion with warmth and desire.
My hands tangle in her hair while she presses closer.
"Your injuries," she murmurs against my lips.
"Are healing fine."
I kiss her throat, feeling her pulse quicken under my mouth.
"Doctor's orders were no strenuous activity, but I can think of activities that aren't strenuous."
She laughs softly, the sound vibrating through her chest where it touches mine.
"I don't think that's the right way to look at this…"
"Medical interpretation varies depending on the patient."
I stand and take her hand, pulling her as I back toward the bedroom.
"Let me show you my understanding of proper recovery techniques."
Nadya follows me into the bedroom, still in jeans and the sweater she wore.
I’m shirtless already, stitches bleeding again, but I don’t care.
I want her.
She hovers by the edge of the bed like she might argue, but I don’t give her the chance.
I push her back onto the mattress and climb over her, my hands braced beside her head.
“You’re supposed to be resting,” she says, breath catching when I grind against her.
“This is rest,” I answer, dragging my mouth down her throat.
“Good medicine.”
She shoves at my good shoulder, but it isn’t serious.
Her legs shift under me, knees parting, giving me room.
I kiss her harder, forcing her lips open until she moans into my mouth.
My hand slides under her sweater, finding warm skin, the tight line of her stomach.
She trembles, not from fear, but from how badly she wants me.
“Take it off,” I order.
She strips the sweater over her head and tosses it aside.
Her bra is plain cotton, nothing fancy, but the sight of her breasts pressed together when I pull the fabric down has me cursing against her skin.
