Aaron skirted the road for about half a mile and set up his first sensor, attaching it to a tree at chest level. He didn't want it low enough that animals would set off the alarm. He set the next detector at the beginning of his driveway, just past the wall of trees blocking it from sight. The last sensor he set at the back door.
The house was dark when he went inside, even upstairs. “Celine? You asleep?”
He was halfway up the stairs before she answered.
“Could you come up here for a minute? I tried to change my bandage, but I think it's stuck.”
Aaron took the stairs two at a time. He knew he’d been gone too long. She could have re-opened her wounds. “I'm coming-”
He stopped dead in his tracks at the sight before him. Celine stood in the center of the room., She'd curled her hair into loose spirals that did nothing but make her look like some type of pixie fantasy out of his dreams.Holy mother – how was he supposed to keep his hands off of her looking like that?
She offered him a crooked smile and gestured to her ankle. “I started to unwrap it but I didn't want to mess it up, and you said you were a medic, right?”
Aaron scrubbed a hand over his mouth, his gaze locked on the dainty curve of her calf. “Yeah, that's right.”
“Will you help me?”
“Sure, I mean yes.” Damn he was tongue-tied. “Let me get my kit from the kitchen.” He bounded down the stairs, snatched his first aid kit from beneath the sink and was back by her side in ten seconds flat. Celine sat on the bed, her legs dangling just out of reach of the carpet. Moonlight spilled through the wall of windows, painting her platinum hair with a surreal sort of glow.
Concentrate. She asked you to change her bandage, not rip off her shirt. Aaron dropped to his knees in front of her, opened his kit and cupped her heel in his palm, placing her foot on his thigh to steady her leg. She wiggled her toes, dainty and feminine like the rest of her. “I'm going to unwrap it first.”
He concentrated on unwinding the bandage, careful not to peel back any dried skin. Then he inspected her ankle. “There's no swelling, looks like no infection, and most of your wounds have closed.”
“Going to disinfect it with this, then I'll put some antibioticcream on and re-wrap it, okay?” He opened the disinfectant and gently dabbed at her leg.
He didn't look up for her nod. Instead he concentrated on the task, knowing the minute he met her eyes he'd be lost. He finished cleaning the wound and applied the antibiotic ointment, then quickly dressed her ankle with a fresh bandage. “There, we'll change it again tomorrow.”
Her other foot landed on his thigh and he froze, his gaze following her slim calf muscle to her pale thighs. Celine shifted, her leg falling to the side. Aaron swallowed, his free hand going to her good ankle of its own volition. Unable to take it, he glanced up to see her staring down at him with molten emerald eyes, her lips parted.
“Celine?”
“Do you want me, Aaron?”
He didn't process her words at first, but when he finally got enough control to speak, he growled. “Of course I do. But you need to rest, you've been through a lot.”
She lifted her left leg and his hand moved up, unconsciously testing the satiny smooth skin of the hollow behind her knee. Celine shivered and his grip reflexively tightened.
“I've had enough rest.” She licked her lips and let her legs fall apart another inch.
His already hard cock turned to steel. “You don't know what you're saying. You've been through an ordeal, kidnapping, nearly killed.” His hand slid up to her mid-thigh as he relished every smooth inch, realizing she felt even better than he remembered.
“Almost. But they didn't kill me and I need you.” Her throaty whisper broke through his barriers.
Aaron brought both hands to her thighs and pushed her legs wide, his mouth watering when she offered no resistance. “You better be sure, sweetheart, because if I get started, I don't think I can stop.”
In answer, Celine pulled her shirt over her head, leaving her naked beautiful breasts on display just for him.
He was a man undone. Reverently, giving her all the chances he could, he eased his hands up her legs, over the silky shorts to tug at the waistline. The tight shorts offered little resistance as he slid them down her legs. She was completely bare beneath. As if in a trance, he palmed her pussy, sucking in a breath when he found her hot and wet. Slowly he rotated his hand in a circle, massaging her there and savoring the soft pants coming from her lips.
“I've been thinking about how you taste, wondering if you are sweet down here. Knowing you are probably even sweeter.”
Celine moaned and fell back to her elbows as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh, inching his way up.
“This is what I've needed Celine, what I needed all along.” Aaron slipped his hands beneath her butt and lifted her to his lips, savoring his first taste with a long slow lick.
“Oh my God.” Celine lifted her hips and he yanked her back down anchoring her in place.
“I told you to be ready.” He took her between his lips, suckling her sensitive clit until she bucked out of his hands. She didn't taste better, she tasted like heaven, like everything good he'd ever imagined rolled into one.
