He squirted a line of antibacterial ointment over the stitches without rubbing it in. He reckoned the gauze pad would do that work for him once he applied it. And even though in the past he’d used every excuse he could think of to touch her, that had been about pleasure. He never wanted to cause her pain.
By the time he had the gauze in place and was ready to begin applying the medical tape, she’d relaxed some. The fingers she’d had curled around the toilet seat were open on her thigh.
“You okay?” he asked, trying to keep his mind on the task at hand. But it was hard when her face was at crotch-level. Her every breath warming the material over his fly.
“It doesn’t actually hurt unless I try to move my arm,” she admitted.
“Good. Then we’ll do everything we can to make sure you don’t move your arm.”
“Given my plan, that might be a little difficult.”
He glanced down to find her smirking up at him. He wasbeyondrelieved to hear she was still onboard with the plan despite his momentary bout of verbal diarrhea.
“Are you sayin’ you can’t do what needs doin’ one-handed?” He tsked. “And here I thought you were the inventive sort.”
“Really? No.” She shook her head sorrowfully. “I guess I should warn you right now that I suck in the bedroom.” When his eyes widened with shock, she winked and added, “I also lick and bite.”
He was hard again. And given his jeans were wet and shrink-wrapped around his hips, he’d swear his cock felt like a horse shoved in a shoebox.
“Save your teasin’ for after I’m finished here, woman,” he growled. “Or I’ll rip off those little sleep shorts, hoist you up on the vanity, and have you fucked before either one of us can think.”
He winced when he realized how crude he sounded. But when he peeked down at her, he didn’t see shock or embarrassment in her eyes. Oh, no. He sawheat.
Shewasone for dirty talk.
Duly noted and hallelujah!
He picked up the pace in his ministrations, and was nearly finished, having secured three sides of the gauze pad, when the medical tape decided to mutiny. It kept curling up and getting stuck in its own glue.
“Damned diabolical stuff.” He threw an unusable strip into the trash and noticed the pieces of broken teacup lying on top of a pile of tissues.
He was instantly filled with remorse. “I’m sorry about your teacup.”
“You’re not serious, are you?”
“What?” He frowned. “Why?”
“You saved me,again,and you think I’d be upset about a teacup?”
“Was it special? A keepsake or—”
“I got it at a garage sale for fifty cents.”
“Oh, good.” Relief loosened his shoulders.
“You are something else, Wolf Roanhorse. You know that, right? You’ve been a superhero the past day, and yet you stand here before me, sorry you broke a teacup.”
He couldn’t help reminding her, “A superhero, huh? Well, be careful. Superheroes always get the girl in the end.”
She rolled her eyes. “Are we about finished here?”
“Almost.” He gently smoothed down the last strip of tape. “Nowwe’re done.” Stepping back, he inspected his work. “Not too shabby, if I do say so myself.”
“Excellent.” She stood, adjusted her arm in her sling, and then pointed to the toilet. “Your turn.”
“My turn?” His chin jerked back. “For what?”
She grabbed his wrist and turned his arm over until he could see the road rash on his elbow. “Oh, right. I should probably clean that up.” Bits of dirt and asphalt were stuck in the wound and the edges had dried and become crusty.
