I fight the urge to roll my eyes, but I do as she says, sitting on the edge of my bed. She crawls onto the bed behind me.
Her touch is gentle as she applies the gel to my side and shoulder. With a little shimmy that’s honestly adorable, she moves off the bed and stands in front of me.
Her eyes are focused on the marks along my chest and abs, but I am solely focused on her. I can’t get my eyes to move anywhere else. I don’t even try.
“Done,” she says, screwing the cap back into place and setting the ointment on my nightstand.
I grab the fabric of my hoodie she’s wearing and pull her between my legs. I love that she’s been wearing it for the last two days.
It’s a dangerous thought, but I could really get used to seeing her in my clothes.
“Thank you,” I say quietly.
“You’re welcome.” She trails a finger down my chest and abs, just to the side of the scrapes she just took care of. “They’re healing quickly.”
“Yeah,” I say, unable to think about anything other than the single point of contact her finger is making with my skin.
If she keeps going any further south, she’s going to encounter an entirely different problem… one that’s twitching to attention between us.
My hand slides around to the small of her back, pulling her even closer to me. My damn cast is the only thing keeping her chest from pressing against mine.
She rests her forehead against mine, and her hand glides up over my chest to the nape of my neck. Her fingers slide in and out of my hair.
We stay there, locked in the silent moment. The need to press my lips to hers is almost painful. I want her so much. My body feels like it’s vibrating.
She breaks first, pressing her lips to my cheek. She lingers there, her perfect lips grazing over my skin.
Fuck.I can’t take it anymore.
My hand moves up to cup the back of her neck, and I pull her mouth to mine. My lips collide with hers, and it feels likeeverything within me settles while simultaneously coming to life.
She moans against my lips, and my dick starts to harden in my sweats.
I’m vaguely aware of other noises in the house, but I can’t focus on anything other than the woman in my arms, or just arm, I guess.Damn cast.
Oliver isn’t here tonight, so I really don’t care what’s happening outside of this room right now.
“Well, fuck.” The words come from outside of our little bubble.
Abby pulls her lips from mine, turning to look at the doorway where Linc is standing. She doesn’t move away from where she’s trapped between my legs. I’ll take that as a good sign.
“You owe me ten bucks,” Wyatt says, holding his hand out toward Linc when he steps into the room beside his brother.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Abby
“I’m not givingyou any money,” Linc says, not even turning to look at Wyatt.
“You’d make me pay if you had won the damn bet,” Wyatt grumbles.
“Does it look like I have my wallet on me?” Linc asks, gesturing to the sweatpants and hoodie he’s currently rocking the hell out of.
“Later,” Wyatt says with a huff.
“Sure,” Linc says. The corner of his mouth moves ever so slightly into a smirk, but it quickly vanishes.
“He won’t remember later,” Kane whispers in my ear. A shiver runs through me at his nearness. I didn’t forget he was right here, but I was momentarily distracted by the brotherly banter.
