Ah, fuck. I drag my hand through my hair, trying to figure out what I should say. Sorry? Ignore that?
“Unless…”
Our gazes meet.
“You need some help withthat, too?”
10
CALLIE
I’m shocked at my own boldness. Would he like help with his erection? Am I for real?
As Reid stares at me, I begin to panic, and my face heats.
“Sorry, that was really inappropriate, I’ll?—”
I try to draw back, but Reid’s uninjured hand shoots out, and he grabs me.
“No.”
No, he doesn’t want help? I look away, humiliation trying to burst out of my pores. I’ve made a complete fool of myself.
He gets a steely glint in his eye. “But you’re going to allow me to help you for once.”
My brain doesn’t compute. I try to think of something clever to say, or do, but he has me pinned with one hand and his gaze.
“I’m your nurse.” Wow, he really does destroy my capacity for logical thought.
His smile is feral. “Let me tend you, sweetheart.”
What on earth have I got myself into?
Before I can protest or question, he’s on his feet and guiding me over to the sofa, where he sprawls over it, lying down, feet up. He wriggles his shoulders until he’s comfortable, and ensures his wounded arm is just off the sofa’s edge.
I stand there with no idea what to do. Stupid as a trainee on their first shift. Stupid as a virgin faced with her wildest dreams.
“Come here.” He crooks a finger at me.
I go to him, because that finger? And that tone? I’m his doll.
“Good girl.” He grins. “Sit on me.”
My confidence comes to a crashing halt. Because he means sit on his huge cock, and I can’t do that. Not casually. I suppose I was offering to touch his cock with my hand—a hand job? Or a blow job maybe?
But much as I like Reid—probably more than like, if I’m honest with myself—I’m not going to give him my virginity on a sofa when he’s got a hurt arm, and I’d have to… what… Balance on him? What if I gripped his arm by accident? What if when he left, all too soon now, he took my heart with him as well as my V-card?
I groan and cover my face. “Reid, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” His tone is low and calm. “Just come here and?—”
“I’m a virgin!” I blurt out.
I expect a big reaction. Disbelief. Laughter, even. I’m twenty-three and still untouched. That’s so pathetic, right?
But there’s neither from Reid.
“And you will be after this. On my face, Callie. Sit on my face.” His voice is gravelly with desire.
