She picked up her wrist and brought it to her narrowed, sleep-crusted eyes. “Fuck, you’re right.”
“Do you know where your gauze is?”
She thumbed lazily over her shoulder. “Bathroom, I think.”
I patted her hip before I stood. “I’ve got it, you just lay there.”
“You, okay?”
Thank fuck I had my back turned to her when she asked. “Yeah, just coming to check on you. You slept all through the night.”
“I’m still tired.”
“Then go back to sleep,” I said as I entered the bathroom.
She was right, all of her supplies were sitting right there on the countertop. I snatched the bag up from the surface and made my way back out to Brielle. I perched back on the edge of the bed and took her wrists into my lap. With my leg crooked beneath my other one, I cradled her hands as I unwrapped the gauze, watching her delicate skin come into view. It was seeping, and mangled.
Jesus, she deserved better than that.
“Sssss,” she hissed, “ouch.”
“Sorry, sorry,” I murmured as I casted the unsavory gauze off to the side. “It sticks sometimes.”
“It’s okay,” she said softly.
I slathered her exposed skin in some cream before I rewrapped her wrists. One by one, with her arm outstretched to me and her eyes boring a hole into the top of my head. I counted the circles around her wrists in my head, wrapping it the exact same way Doc had wrapped it the day before. And after both of her wrists had been taken care of, I scooted back a bit and patted my lap.
“Time for your ankles,” I said.
“I can do those, if you need to go,” Brielle said.
I slowly picked my gaze up, locking it with hers. “Give me your ankles, Brielle.”
She swallowed hard as she shifted, sliding her cold feet into my lap. I worked diligently, trying my best not to pop fucking wood right there in the bed with her. She had no idea how beautiful she was, with her sloping curves and her thick, shining hair just begging to be pulled. Every sound that fell from her lips was a sound I wanted her to make with my cock in her mouth. Every movement she made had me wondering what her soft skin might feel like undulating against my own. It took all I had to keep myself in control as I finished wrapping both of her ankles. Cleaning her up, so that she could get some rest.
And as I stood from the bed, I still couldn’t find the words to ask her to the ball.
“Need any medicine?” I asked.
Brielle closed her eyes as she nuzzled down into the pillow. “I think it might be smart to take some, yeah.”
I thumbed over my shoulder. “I’ll go get you something to drink, you sit tight.”
“Dante?”
“Yeah?”
She looked up at me with those big doe eyes, and I knew that I was a goner. “Thank you.”
I turned toward the door and made my way into the hallway. “I’ll be back with your drink soon.”
I had to get out of there. I had to leave her alone. Because if I stood there another second, breathing in the air she breathed and watching my fingertips dance against her skin, I’d become the biggest sinner this world had ever seen. I’d take her as mine, pinning her beneath me, and I wouldn’t stop until she begged me for mercy.
And we had too many things to focus on besides me getting my cock wet.
13
AXTON
