breasts pressed into his chest, and something pressing into the juncture of her—Holy hell, endowed didn't even cut it as a descriptor word. Unless of course he stuffed his workout gear. Not that she'd put it past him.
His voice was low when he spoke. "There's a reason you don’t attempt to do that shit on your own, Kisima. You can get hurt. Just freaking relax so I can help you up."
Instead of helping her up though, he rolled them over deftly, so she lay beneath him, his hips and pelvis resting between her open legs. He was careful not to put any weight on her.
In that second, the selfish, masochistic side of her enjoyed the feeling of his big, broad body over her. The association was impossible not to make. Her response was merely the by-product of not having a date in so long she couldn't remember. The slight uptick of her hips was completely involuntary. Yeah, sure it was.
Derek's bright blue gaze pinned to hers for a millisecond and she saw the naked truth in his dilated pupils and flared nostrils.
His gaze flickered to her lips. And she licked away the dryness. He groaned low. The feral sound spoke to a primal part of her and she involuntarily arched into him.
His breathing changed to sharp, shallow pants. He was going to kiss her. Oh shit. She might not like him, but her body was beyond primed and ready. He stared at her lips, their breath comingling, but then, nothing happened. His eyes sharpened and the maddening arousing moment was gone.
Well this was just freaking fantastic. Two people who couldn't stand each other wishing the other would scratch an itch. Well, she could ignore it if he could.
He was on his feet in an instant, scooping her up into his arms. He transferred her to her chair quickly, and she couldn't help but stare at his profile. He really was too pretty for words. It really was too bad he was a pain in the ass.
"Let's get one thing straight." His voice was tight, cold. "We had an agreement. You do what I say, when I say, and you don't do anything else. You could have hurt yourself just now."
"But, I—"
"No buts, Kisima. Now, either you want to get into that car or you don't. My way, you make it. On your own, not so much. So what will it be?"
Asshole . "Your way." If she didn’t find a way to kill him first.
***
"Let's get you in the water tomorrow," he'd said. "It will take some of the pressure off of your joints," he's said. Too bad Derek hadn't given the proper thought to the fact that Kisima would be in the water, warm and wet, and wearing that thing that could only be described as a man torturing device.
When she'd come out of the house with the towel wrapped around her, he'd known right away he should not have suggested the pool.
It had only been a couple of days and she was improving a little each day. Just getting up and moving was already increasing her range of motion and making her stronger. She was already able to tolerate the walker and some stretches during the day. With any luck, he could transition her to the crutches and out of the chair completely in a couple of days.
She came toward the pool using the walker. The problem was the towel. It barely reached past her butt and showcased her mile long legs. Even with lack of constant use, they were still lean and well muscled. She'd have all her tone back in no time if she kept working.
If anything, Derek was a leg man. Well, legs and ass, and tits weren't anything to sneeze at. Kisima Jennings had been blessed in all departments. His plan was to get out of the pool and help her. Really it was, but then, he'd seen her legs and his cock had other plans.
Erection equaled, stay your ass in the water and think about anything other than her legs . Kiss must not have been in a helpful kind of mood because, once she reached the edge of the pool, she dropped the towel.
Oh hell. He nearly swallowed his tongue. First of all, the white material on the cinnamon bronzed skin was a dynamite combination. Second, the bandage zigzag
His voice was low when he spoke. "There's a reason you don’t attempt to do that shit on your own, Kisima. You can get hurt. Just freaking relax so I can help you up."
Instead of helping her up though, he rolled them over deftly, so she lay beneath him, his hips and pelvis resting between her open legs. He was careful not to put any weight on her.
In that second, the selfish, masochistic side of her enjoyed the feeling of his big, broad body over her. The association was impossible not to make. Her response was merely the by-product of not having a date in so long she couldn't remember. The slight uptick of her hips was completely involuntary. Yeah, sure it was.
Derek's bright blue gaze pinned to hers for a millisecond and she saw the naked truth in his dilated pupils and flared nostrils.
His gaze flickered to her lips. And she licked away the dryness. He groaned low. The feral sound spoke to a primal part of her and she involuntarily arched into him.
His breathing changed to sharp, shallow pants. He was going to kiss her. Oh shit. She might not like him, but her body was beyond primed and ready. He stared at her lips, their breath comingling, but then, nothing happened. His eyes sharpened and the maddening arousing moment was gone.
Well this was just freaking fantastic. Two people who couldn't stand each other wishing the other would scratch an itch. Well, she could ignore it if he could.
He was on his feet in an instant, scooping her up into his arms. He transferred her to her chair quickly, and she couldn't help but stare at his profile. He really was too pretty for words. It really was too bad he was a pain in the ass.
"Let's get one thing straight." His voice was tight, cold. "We had an agreement. You do what I say, when I say, and you don't do anything else. You could have hurt yourself just now."
"But, I—"
"No buts, Kisima. Now, either you want to get into that car or you don't. My way, you make it. On your own, not so much. So what will it be?"
Asshole . "Your way." If she didn’t find a way to kill him first.
***
"Let's get you in the water tomorrow," he'd said. "It will take some of the pressure off of your joints," he's said. Too bad Derek hadn't given the proper thought to the fact that Kisima would be in the water, warm and wet, and wearing that thing that could only be described as a man torturing device.
When she'd come out of the house with the towel wrapped around her, he'd known right away he should not have suggested the pool.
It had only been a couple of days and she was improving a little each day. Just getting up and moving was already increasing her range of motion and making her stronger. She was already able to tolerate the walker and some stretches during the day. With any luck, he could transition her to the crutches and out of the chair completely in a couple of days.
She came toward the pool using the walker. The problem was the towel. It barely reached past her butt and showcased her mile long legs. Even with lack of constant use, they were still lean and well muscled. She'd have all her tone back in no time if she kept working.
If anything, Derek was a leg man. Well, legs and ass, and tits weren't anything to sneeze at. Kisima Jennings had been blessed in all departments. His plan was to get out of the pool and help her. Really it was, but then, he'd seen her legs and his cock had other plans.
Erection equaled, stay your ass in the water and think about anything other than her legs . Kiss must not have been in a helpful kind of mood because, once she reached the edge of the pool, she dropped the towel.
Oh hell. He nearly swallowed his tongue. First of all, the white material on the cinnamon bronzed skin was a dynamite combination. Second, the bandage zigzag
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