“Are you okay?”She touched my face and kissed me softly as if it's my lips that were damaged.
“I’ll be fine. Just a little sprain.”She nodded and held my hand as we walked to my car.
She begged me to let her drive and I was more thanhappy to let her do so. My arm was still throbbing in pain and I couldn’t even think of doing anymore than resting with my hand on her thigh.
When we got to her place, she fussed about me like I was an invalid and not just a guy who played a hard game and got a little beat up.
“Would you like something to eat? I can go get you some snacks, because I don’t have a lot of junk food at the moment, but if you want some I’ll rush right out.”
“Babe. Stop. Sit down and breathe. I’m going to be fine and I don’t need you to fuss over me. I really just want to take some meds, lay in bed, and hold you while we sleep. With my good arm of course.”She exhaled with a nod of her head, but I knew the cogs were still burning up as she thought about what she could do to ease my pain.
I feel my foot lifted into the air and crank my neck to see Valentina removing my shoes. “I can do that.”
“I know you can,” she tells me but doesn’t stop, just continues to untie my sneakers. “Stand up.”
She wiggles her fingers out to me and I take her hand, letting her pull and lead me into the bathroom. “What’s this?” I ask as I look around the vast space.
The lights are dimmed and steam rises from a warm bath. She has a couple of candles lit, and soft music plays soothing sounds. I feel like I’ve stepped into a private spa.
“I know you said not to worry about you, but I hate that you are hurt and that you can’t play for a few weeks.” I arch my brow and give her a questioning eye. “Two weeks. Hopefully.”
I wrap my right arm around her neck and kiss her head. “Thank you, beautiful. I could actually really use some time to not think about football or my injury.” She squeezes my waist and nuzzles into my chest.
The weeks that we have been together have proven to me that Valentina wasn’t the apathetic, hard shelled woman she claimed to be. She was actually just waiting for the right man to show up and treat her the way she deserves, and give her a reason to believe in love.
She rakes her hands down my chest and lifts my shirt, rising to her tiptoes to pull it off ofme. My shirt floats to the floor next to our feet, and her fingers deftly unbutton my pants. She pushes them over my thighs –one of her favorite body parts of mine, so she says– and I step out one foot at a time. When I stand only in my underwear she walks me closer to the tub and drops to her knees.
“Oh fuck,” I groan when she reaches for the waistband of my boxer briefs and tugs them down, slower than fucking molasses.
Her eyes stay locked on me and there isn’t a shot in hell that Big Nic is going to stay quiet for this. He perks up real quick, ready to greet her. But instead of doing what I assumed she was, she climbs back to her feet and smiles.
“Get in,” she tells me.
“But you didn’t finish.” My voice whines and my eyes plead with her to get back on her knees.
“After. Right now you need to get in before the water turns cold. I added Epsom salt and a chamomile essential oil to help you relax.” She nudges me towards her large free-standing tub and I begrudgingly step one foot over the edge followed by the other.
“But I don’t want to take a bath. Big Nic was hoping he could speak with you.” I hiss when the hot water touches my skin as I sink down.
“No,” she says, a finger pointed in my face. “Quittalking about your dick like it’s a real person. That’s weird.”
“I mean, he does have a brain so technically…” I smirk and shrug, punctuating my words with a lick of my lips.
I know it drives her wild and it has the exact effect that I was hoping for. “Goddamn you. Why do you do that?”
“Do what, baby?” I lay back against the inflatable pillow she has stuck to the tub and my arm hangs over the side, reaching out and rubbing her leg.
“The lip thing. You can’t do that to get your way. It’s not fair.” She looks down at me and I notice how her nipples peak under the thin t-shirt she wears.
“Well it’s not fair that you’re so distractingly beautiful, but here we are.” Her lips purse as she works to hold back that beautiful smile of hers.
I continue to run my hand up and down her leg and when she least expects it, I grip behind her knee and drag her into the steamy water, waves splashing over the edge.
“Nic!” She screeches and tries to get out, but even with one arm I’m still strong enough to keep her tied to me.
I laugh into her neck and kiss her soft skin. She stops flailing and sighs, accepting defeat.
“Can I at least pry myself out my now drenched clothes?” She fumbles as she tries to stand and I help her by giving her ass a little push.
