“You still hungry?”
“Yeah.”
“You want to stay here or move back to your seat?”
She dropped her gaze.
“Don’t be afraid to tell me what you want. There’s no wrong answer.”
“I want to stay here.”
He couldn’t stop the grin from turning up the corner of his mouth. “Yeah?”
She raised her eye and smiled. “Yeah.”
“Okay then. Stand up real quick.” He helped her stand and reached across the table for her plate before pulling her back down onto his lap so both of her legs were across his.
She held her right arm close to her body and used her left to eat. He hadn’t noticed she wasn’t wearing her sling. “How’s your arm?”
“It’s a little sore.”
He rubbed the top of her shoulder, keeping the pressure light. “Did we make it worse?”
She shook her head. “I don’t think so.”
“You need to wear your sling, babe.” He didn’t want her further injuring her arm.
“I don’t put it on until after I’ve showered,” she said.
The image of her, wet and soapy, invaded his mind. His fingers flexed on her hip and she squirmed in his lap.
Her eyelids drooped and she licked the corner of her mouth. “I might need some help washing my hair. My shoulder gets really tired if I hold it up for too long.”
“You done eating?” he asked.
She tossed her fork on the table. “For now.” Her voice was breathy, her desire palpable.
He slid his arm under her legs and stood, cradling her. “I want to check out this steam shower of yours.” He strode toward her room, passed the bed, and into her spacious bathroom.
Setting her down in front of the large, walk-in shower, he hooked his thumbs into her pants. “Can I take these off?”
“Yes.” Her fingers dipped into the waistband of his gym shorts. “Can I take these off?”
His dick pulsed against the fabric and she raised her eyebrows. “Is that a yes?”
He grinned. “That’s a ‘fuck yes’.”
She pulled her fingers out of his shorts and pushed his shirt up his chest instead. “So, one for yes and two for no?”
Grabbing his shirt, he yanked it over his head. “Let’s assume if he’s moving, he’s saying yes.”
Her mouth hovered over his nipple, her warm breath making it pebble. She licked the hard nub, pulled it into her mouth, and rolled it between her teeth.
Sucking in a breath, he fisted his hands in her hair, holding her in place. “Fuck, that feels good.”
Her fingers scraped down his back and into his shorts, pushing them down his legs. His hard shaft sprang free, straining toward Emme. She gripped him in her small hand and pumped him. He didn’t know whether to thrust into her hand or pull away. Grabbing her wrist, he held her hand still.
“You don’t like it?” she asked.
