The image of that hand caressing my cock forms instantly in my mind.
I can't think of that right now.
Transferring the broken shards to my left hand, I grab her hip with my right and stand, depositing the shards on the counter. Without thinking my palms settle on the curve of her ass, lifting her onto the counter in one swift move.
At that movement the entire atmosphere shifts. Her eyes are wide, and her breathing is heavy. I'm planted between her parted thighs, all thought of her injury gone. Our gazes lock, neither one daring to look away as time freezes, our souls connecting like we've found our missing halves.
Hannah swallows hard before whispering, "My foot..."
For a moment, I'm confused. "Your foot? Right." Crouching in front of her, I take her leg in my hands to inspect her injury. My palm glides down her soft, smooth skin, noticing small scrapes on her knee before stopping at her ankle. Goosebumps pop up along her skin, but she doesn’t shy away from my touch, her breath quickening. The feel of her skin under my touch makes it difficult to concentrate, but the sight of her bleeding has me gritting my teeth. The small shard of glass sticks out of her heel, the blood beginning to flow down the sole of her foot.
Hannah stiffens a moment before a voice cuts in. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" Damon leans against the galley door, his eyebrows arched.
"I'm glad you're here," I say, not all that disappointed that he's interrupting, especially when Hannah is hurting. "I need you to go get the med kit. Hannah stepped on some glass."
Damon turns and calls over his shoulder, "On it."
Standing I scan the galley for paper towels before unspooling a few, some for the spilled coffee, the other to keep her blood from dripping on the floor.
"I should've known I'd find the last piece of glass with my foot. Typical." She sits still while I kneel before her, cleaning her foot the best I can.
"Do you do this often?" I tease, genuinely curious.
She shrugs. "I'm accident-prone. It was bound to happen eventually." Heavy footsteps pound up the stairs from the crew quarters.
"Got it." Damon sets the med kit on the counter next to Hannah. "I'll clean up the spill.”
“Just be mindful of the glass on the counter. Once I'm done with this," I nudge my head at Hannah's foot, "I'll get out the vacuum."
"You guys don't have to do this," Hannah pleads. "It’s my fault and I can clean it up. Seriously, just let me do it."
Both Damon and I say no at the same time, making Hannah throw her hands up in frustration.
"Oh my god," she mumbles under her breath. "You two are impossible."
If she only knew.
I take my time cleaning her foot, carefully pulling the shard from her skin with barely a hiss from her. "There, all done. Try to be careful this time," I order, as she slides down off the counter carefully testing her newly bandaged foot.
She smiles sweetly at me, her voice singsong as she says, "No promises."
This girl is going to drive me crazy, and now that I know the feel of her skin brushing against mine, I fear nothing will stand in my way from feeling it again.
Chapter Five
Hannah
My heel is still tender as I walk on it, but there's a job to do.
Last night, I worked until the early hours of the morning sorting out the provisions that still needed unloading from the afternoon delivery. The stew pantry quickly filled up with the order which meant I had to get creative, finding open storage anywhere I could. It took longer than I expected.
Since Captain won't let me clean up my own mess—the sexy bastard—I pour a new mug of coffee and grab my pad of paper. The list of things to do had grown the longer I stood there, so as odd as it sounds, I was kind of glad for the distraction, even if it meant I hurt myself.
Captain Pike is impossibly sexier today than he was yesterday, which I didn't even know that’s a thing, but apparently, it is. It also didn't help that he was between my thighs and caressing my skin. As a matter of fact, I might need to change my panties because surely the ones I'm wearing are ruined. The combination of his hands gripping my ass and him kneeling in front of me practically had me panting.
Ugh, I have to stop with these thoughts. It's. Never. Going. To. Happen.
Grabbing the polish and a rag I start to work on the first item on my list. As I was storing provisions that were brought on board, I noticed the furniture in the main salon, sky lounge, and guest rooms all needed to be polished. As Mom always says, "If you can't see your reflection, then it's not done properly."
