“Thank you, kind sir. Can I ditch this outfit now?”
“You haven’t finished your nursing duties.”
I smiled demurely. “As you wish.”
I kept the outfit on while I helped him shower. Instead of being frustrating and awkward, it was fun and sexy as hell. Bythe time we were both ready to collapse in bed, he was clean, and my slutty nurse outfit was soaking wet.
“Now, can I take this off?”
His gaze slid over my body. “Not yet.”
I grinned. “Okay. That means I’m still in charge, Mr. Wright.”
I melted between his legs, bending my head to take him into my mouth. He groaned, burying his fingers in my wet hair. I licked and teased until he was on the brink.
His voice was raspy, his eyes unfocused. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to come.”
“Oh no, you don’t.” I climbed up and straddled him. “I want you inside me. Now.”
I lowered myself slowly over him, my head falling back as I closed my eyes and took him in, inch after delicious inch. Waves of need washed over me again. The pressure built with renewed desire. He cupped my breast as I bent over him and rode him, my gaze drilling into his, until a mind-blowing release rocked our bodies, sending us into a deep, primitive place of our own.
We remained locked together for several minutes, neither ready to let go. Beyond the physical release, there was an acute need for intimacy and bonding, for recovering the time we’d lost, and for the closeness that would complete our emotional healing.
Eventually, I lowered myself next to him, ditched what was left of the nurse outfit, and guided my head onto his good shoulder.
“I love you,” I whispered, tracing the tattoo on his pectoral with the tip of my finger.
“I love you too.” He kissed my forehead, then my eyelids, the tip of my nose, and finally my lips. “I thought I was never going to see you again. I don’t remember things clearly right after theaccident, but I remember thinking I was never going to see you again. That terrified me more than the thought of dying.”
I buried my face in his shoulder. “I know. I’ve never been so scared in my life. Not even when my dad died.”
“I’m sorry, Jess. I know I said I’d stop apologizing, and I will, but I have to say this one more time. I’m sorry I put you through this. I swear, from now on, I will take better care of myself, and I will do everything it takes to get completely well again.”
“I’ll be here for you every step of the way.”
“Thank you.” He sat up.
I did too. “What do you need? The bathroom?”
We’d expended a great deal of energy, considering he’d just gotten a clean bill of health. Had we overdone it?
“No. I need my gym bag, the one I had at the hospital. Where is it?”
I frowned. Why on earth would he need that?
“I put it in the hall closet. I’ll get it for you.” I dragged an oversized T-shirt over my head and went in search of his gym bag.
“I don’t know what you need from this,” I said, returning to the bedroom. “Janine removed the dirty laundry the day you came home.”
Sebastian put on a pair of boxers and looked pleased with himself.
He chuckled. “In all the times I pictured myself doing this, I never saw us looking like Tarzan and Jane, but in this moment, it makes perfect sense.”
He took the bag from me and started rummaging through it, more by feel than by sight.
“Doing what?” I watched him, puzzled.
With a triumphant sigh, he withdrew his hand. My heart jolted when I saw he was holding a small, black velvet jewelry box.
