“Yes, I’d love that.” Megs set the journal aside, put on a pair of gloves, and followed Debby’s lead, washing Mitch’s body with a warm washcloth dipped in an emesis basin full of soapy water. It felt strange to see another woman’s hands on Mitch’s body, but there was nothing sexual about this.
Debby worked with an efficiency born of experience. “We need to keep his incisions dry, so be careful on his abdomen.”
“I’ll leave that to you.” Megs might be an EMT, but she’d never dealt with anything like this before.
She focused on his legs after that, working her way upward. When she came to the towel that covered his privates, she stopped, feeling strange about touching him in such an intimate place with another person present.
Debby noticed. “Would you like me to handle that?”
Megs shook her head. “No. I was hoping to have privacy. I know it probably seems silly to you, but—”
“I understand.” Debby set her washcloth on the cart. “Let me know when you’re finished, and I’ll come get this stuff out of your way.”
Megs drew the curtain, shielding Mitch from view, then removed the towel and began to wash his testicles with their dark curls and then his penis. She’d always loved this part of his body. He knew how to use it to make her scream. He’d always been an incredible lover—considerate, skilled, passionate. Not that she had any way to compare him to any other man…
She’d never been with anyone else.
It was strange and bittersweet to care for him like this just after reading about that day at the lake. It was the first time she’d seen him naked. She’d heard the dirtbags joking about his “meat” so often after the ranger raid that she’d had to see him for herself.
She remembered the sweet thrill of it so well. “I got belly flutters.”
She’d only seen one other man’s junk, and that hadn’t been consensual. How freeing it had been tochooseto be naked with him—and to see him nude. When she’d touched him, her heart had raced. It had been like stepping into a new world, one in whichshehad power.Shedecided who got to touch her—and where and when.
Megs couldn’t help but smile, the memory so fresh in her mind now. “I had no idea you’d asked me to go with you just to be alone with me, but I did understand on some level that it was your special place. I was touched that you shared it with me.”
After that day, it had becometheirspecial place.
Megs finished washing him, dried him, and covered him with a clean towel. Then she drew the sheet over him, thinking he might be cold from his bath. She took off her gloves, opened the curtain, and waved to Debby, who came for the cart.
“I’ll be in to check the vent in a minute.”
Megs thanked Debby, waited for her to finish, wanting to get back to the journal—and what she remembered came next.
Chapter 8
Megs turned toward Mitch,took a step in his direction, rested a wet palm on his chest. “What would you do if I said I wanted you to kiss me?”
He sucked in a breath. “I would say get closer.”
He slid one arm around her, drew her against him, and watched her pupils dilate. Then he ducked down—and brushed her lips with his.
She sucked in a breath. “Do that again.”
Far be it from Mitch to ignore a request like that.
This time, he cupped the back of her head with his hand and brushed his lips over hers again and again, teasing her with light kisses, until her eyes drifted shut and she stopped breathing. He drew back, chuckled. “Megs, inhale.”
Her eyes flew open, and she sucked in a breath, both palms coming to rest on his chest, her touch scorching his skin even in the cool water. “Again?”
What an unusual mix of confident and unsure of herself she was—bold when she was climbing but shy about her body and sex. Mitch couldn’t help but wonder if she’d never been kissed before.
“Now I’m really going to kiss you.” He lowered his mouth to hers, caught her lower lip, then stroked it with his tongue.
She stiffened as if surprised, and he knew for certain that this was new to her. Then she parted her lips slightly, yielding to his tongue’s exploration, her palms sliding up his chest, the contact making his pulse pound.
His tongue met hers, and she seemed to understand, her tongue now caressing his, returning stroke for stroke. He drew back for a moment, searched her face, saw only need. And that’s when he lost it.
He crushed her against him and kissed her deep and hard.
