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he gave her a long, slow kiss, sweeping his tongue against hers.
“Shower with me.” The words were a breathy moan; she felt more than heard them as he pulled his delicious warmth away from her.
Oh, sweet heavens, he was a god , she thought as she stared at him, all hard and naked as he stood beside the bed. Rakish waves of burnished gold, copper and bronze framed his perfect face, his white teeth visible in the sexiest smile she had ever seen. Her eyes traced down his massive chest, to his lean waist, to his... oh my Lord . Even half-staff, his shaft was huge.
That was what had been in her? It looked even bigger this morning. No wonder she’d felt the earth move. She pulled herself to a sitting position to get a better look at the rest of him.
“Please?” he asked, holding out his hand. The glorious sight of him and the thought of running soapy hands over every inch of his body left her temporarily incapable of speech. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. His grin grow even wider. Oh yeah, the sexy devil knew exactly what he was doing to her.
He leaned over the bed, placing his lips close to her ear. “Pretty please?” He was so close, so close she could feel his searing heat, but he selfishly kept himself from actually touching her.
“Can’t,” she finally managed to get out, licking her lips without realizing it, wishing with every fiber of her being that she could.
“Why not?” he breathed, his hands supporting his weight beside her. “Suddenly shy, hellcat?” She shivered when he brushed back her hair and placed his lips on her shoulder.
“No.” The heat of his lips scorched a path from her shoulder right to a spot behind her belly button. “I really can’t. I can’t walk, so standing in the shower is out of the question.”
His brow furrowed and he pulled back to look in her eyes. She saw him struggling as he tried to make sense of her words, trying to determine if it was an attempt at lame humor. Inside, that cozy, post-coital afterglow quickly began to chill. Stacey began preparing herself, steeling herself against his reaction when the truth finally dawned.
Yeah, dude. You just banged a handicapped chick.
Her therapist told her she needed to stop judging people so quickly. That people needed time to adjust and process. Stacey didn’t agree. That moment of truth when they saw her – really saw her – was the most honest reaction of all, before they started spouting platitudes and well-meant but totally bullshit words.
To his credit, he was better at shielding his thoughts than most. Stacey inhaled and cleared her throat. “As a matter of fact, I could use your help. My wheelchair is by the hot tub.”
Without saying a word, Johnny straightened and walked out of the bedroom. He hadn’t bothered getting dressed, and Stacey was treated to a delicious view of his gorgeous ass. The instant rush of lusty desire was immediately overshadowed by sadness, a realization that the spell had been broken.
Stacey shifted her weight until her legs hung over the side of the bed, her useless feet dangling a foot above the floor while she waited. A chill swept over her body; feeling suddenly exposed, she tugged the blanket around her shoulders like a shawl and pulled it tight.
Minutes ticked by, far longer than they should have been. Outside, birds chirped and a jet flew over, somewhere far above. But inside, the cabin was quiet, too quiet.
Johnny appeared in the doorway, pushing her wheelchair. Time no longer moved slowly; it stopped completely. Stacy tried to breathe and couldn’t; for one long, agonizing moment, she felt nothing at all. It was similar to the feeling she’d experienced when she’d gone cliff-diving. Specifically, those moments when she’d leapt off the edge and her mind and body tried to catch up with the notion of freefall. She searched his face for something, anything, that might give her hope, but his features were unreadable, his body as still as carved golden
“Shower with me.” The words were a breathy moan; she felt more than heard them as he pulled his delicious warmth away from her.
Oh, sweet heavens, he was a god , she thought as she stared at him, all hard and naked as he stood beside the bed. Rakish waves of burnished gold, copper and bronze framed his perfect face, his white teeth visible in the sexiest smile she had ever seen. Her eyes traced down his massive chest, to his lean waist, to his... oh my Lord . Even half-staff, his shaft was huge.
That was what had been in her? It looked even bigger this morning. No wonder she’d felt the earth move. She pulled herself to a sitting position to get a better look at the rest of him.
“Please?” he asked, holding out his hand. The glorious sight of him and the thought of running soapy hands over every inch of his body left her temporarily incapable of speech. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. His grin grow even wider. Oh yeah, the sexy devil knew exactly what he was doing to her.
He leaned over the bed, placing his lips close to her ear. “Pretty please?” He was so close, so close she could feel his searing heat, but he selfishly kept himself from actually touching her.
“Can’t,” she finally managed to get out, licking her lips without realizing it, wishing with every fiber of her being that she could.
“Why not?” he breathed, his hands supporting his weight beside her. “Suddenly shy, hellcat?” She shivered when he brushed back her hair and placed his lips on her shoulder.
“No.” The heat of his lips scorched a path from her shoulder right to a spot behind her belly button. “I really can’t. I can’t walk, so standing in the shower is out of the question.”
His brow furrowed and he pulled back to look in her eyes. She saw him struggling as he tried to make sense of her words, trying to determine if it was an attempt at lame humor. Inside, that cozy, post-coital afterglow quickly began to chill. Stacey began preparing herself, steeling herself against his reaction when the truth finally dawned.
Yeah, dude. You just banged a handicapped chick.
Her therapist told her she needed to stop judging people so quickly. That people needed time to adjust and process. Stacey didn’t agree. That moment of truth when they saw her – really saw her – was the most honest reaction of all, before they started spouting platitudes and well-meant but totally bullshit words.
To his credit, he was better at shielding his thoughts than most. Stacey inhaled and cleared her throat. “As a matter of fact, I could use your help. My wheelchair is by the hot tub.”
Without saying a word, Johnny straightened and walked out of the bedroom. He hadn’t bothered getting dressed, and Stacey was treated to a delicious view of his gorgeous ass. The instant rush of lusty desire was immediately overshadowed by sadness, a realization that the spell had been broken.
Stacey shifted her weight until her legs hung over the side of the bed, her useless feet dangling a foot above the floor while she waited. A chill swept over her body; feeling suddenly exposed, she tugged the blanket around her shoulders like a shawl and pulled it tight.
Minutes ticked by, far longer than they should have been. Outside, birds chirped and a jet flew over, somewhere far above. But inside, the cabin was quiet, too quiet.
Johnny appeared in the doorway, pushing her wheelchair. Time no longer moved slowly; it stopped completely. Stacy tried to breathe and couldn’t; for one long, agonizing moment, she felt nothing at all. It was similar to the feeling she’d experienced when she’d gone cliff-diving. Specifically, those moments when she’d leapt off the edge and her mind and body tried to catch up with the notion of freefall. She searched his face for something, anything, that might give her hope, but his features were unreadable, his body as still as carved golden
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