“I’ll find out where you’re injured.”
Evander puts his hands on my waist and spins me.I raise my eyes to the ceiling.When his fingers hook into the waistband of my leggings, it dawns on me that he plans to pull my pants down.
As in, down over my butt.
And I’m not wearing underwear.
CHAPTER 24
Evander
“Hold still while I finish sewing you up.”
“I’m trying.I really wish I could see what you’re doing back there.”
“Tell me about it.I wish I could see what I’m doing, too.”
Phoebe is sprawled out on her belly on the old wooden table, which I’ve moved closer to the fire.I discovered that the blood was coming from a three-inch gash on her bottom.Not especially deep, but deep enough that it needs to be stitched up, especially since it’s a part of the body that gets a lot of action.
Sitting.Sitting action.
“Should we move the table back under the window?Natural light is always best.”
“No.Any closer to the window will be too cold and you’re shivering as it is.Please try to stay still for me.”
“Don’t pull the sutures too tight.It could damage the skin.And remember to double knot each stitch.”
“As I believe I’ve mentioned many times already, I trained in combat casualty response.I know how to sew up a flesh wound.”
“Fine.”
After I noticed the blood, I saw that she had a small tear in the seat of her leggings.I found corresponding slices in the fabric of her coveralls and underwear that I hadn’t previously noticed.She was sliced open by a shard of ice, most likely.I’ve thoroughly cleaned and disinfected the cut and am now sewing it up.
Phoebe turns her head to the side to rest a cheek on her crossed arms.When she does this, her long brown hair brushes over my sweater, which she’s still wearing.And I’m grateful for that.
Because I don’t want to see her naked back.It’s bad enough that I can see the two little dimples over her naked ass, and the naked ass itself.
Which I’m fairly certain ranks No.1 among all the naked asses I’ve ever had the pleasure of spending quality time with.Not that this is fun for either of us.I can think of a dozen super fun things I’d rather be doing with her on her belly and me standing behind her.
She wiggles.
“Stop moving.”
I’m doing my best not to stare at the two luscious swells of flesh right here in front of me.And the curve of her hips and the soft, creamy skin of her upper thighs.
Most of all, I’m trying not to look at the juncture of those thighs because I have a pretty good idea she’s hiding a pussy that’s as soft and sweet as the rest of her.
So much for trying.I’m failing.This is pure torture.
I’m glad these surgical gloves keep my fingertips away from her bare skin.One touch and I’d probably have to run screaming into the storm to protect my sanity.
And her innocence.
A ferocious gust of wind rattles the side of the shack.
“You good, Phoebe?”
“Yes, but I’m worried that your fingers may be too beefy for this kind of delicate work.”
