It was a grade two sprain, so some tearing of ligaments. It needed icing and rest, and the rest, he knew, was going to drive her mad. She couldn’t work at the bar for a start which had pissed her off.
“You will try to stay off it today?”
She nodded. “I want to go into town to meet Rayah otherwise I’ll go stir crazy, but I’ll use the crutches and ice it before and after. You want coffee?”
“I’ll get it.” But he couldn't take his eyes off her.
“What?” she laughed. “You’re staring.”
“You’re beautiful.”
She laughed again. “I have mussed up bed hair, I haven’t washed my face and I’m wearing one of your hoodies which I found on the floor. I don’t think beautiful’s the right word.”
“It is.”
Abby’s smile made him realise that today could only be a good day.
“You have a strange sense of beauty. And we need to talk about the carpet under the layer of clothes on your bedroom floor. If I’m going to steel your clothing, do you mind if I put some in the wash?”
He didn’t really hear her question. “I like you wearing my clothes.” Alex took the other chair at the table. “That’s really caveman of me.”
Her eyes glinted and the smile on her face was promising him a secret. “Especially if I’m not wearing anything else.”
She used the table to help her stand, shifting the short distance to him.
Alex’s brain tried to compute something that would come out of his mouth as a coherent sentence, but it wasn’t happening. When she was close enough, he reached out an arm and put his hand on her thigh, pressing his fingers into her soft skin that topped muscle that was becoming more defined each day.
“If I move my hand up here, what am I going to find, Abby?” His voice was gruff, and it wasn’t caused by the morning.
She shook her hair behind her. “What would you expect to find?”
“Underwear.”
“What do you want to find?”
His hand moved to the inside of her thigh and moved up an inch. “I want to find you bare under there and wet for me.”
He heard a slight gasp and saw that her eyes had darkened, her lips parted.
“Is that what I’ll find, Abby? Will you be wet? Because if you are, I’ll make you come on my hand.” His words were flowing now, mainly because no more blood would be able to fit in his cock, it was that hard.
His chair made a noise as he moved it out from the table, giving him a better reach for touching her smooth skin. He could feel the heat radiating from between her legs as he fought for the control to not touch her there right now.
“I’m wet already. Find out.” She took a step closer to him, one leg going on either side of him as he sat on the chair, her arm on the table to take some of the weight off her sprain.
Alex teased her with his fingers, running them up the inside of one thigh with a feathered touch and then skipping straight to the other thigh, ignoring the place where he knew she wanted him.
“Tease,” she hissed. “I might never let you see out what’s under here if you carry on.”
“Really?” He repeated his touches. “I think you’d suffer more than me. You’d missed having my fingers to do this.” He grazed her clit with the tip of his finger, finding her naked under his hoodie as she’d said.
Her hands went to his shoulders steadying herself.
“You'd miss this too.” His raised his touch to her centre, finding her wetness, and pushing one finger into her tightness, slowly and purposefully. “Sit down on my knee, Abby.”
She didn’t argue, facing him as she sat, his hand cupping her between her legs, his finger still inside, not moving.
He added a second and started a rhythm, slow and steady, finger curled to rub the nub inside of her that would have her seeing stars and shouting his name.
