I’m so shocked my hands fall from hiding my eyes. “You…”
He gives me a downright wicked smirk. “Lift yournightdress, take off your knickers. You’re going to let me lick you until you scream and come on my tongue.”
What?
“But…” I’m not sure what I’m questioning. Perhaps the whole concept. I didn’t know men liked to do that sort of thing.
“Let me worry about my arm.” He reaches out and snags my hip, running his thumb over the thin fabric of my nightdress. “There’s no way I can hold myself over you to fuck you and stroke your clit at the same time, and you deserve that.”
“No!”
He stills, not quite letting me go, but not drawing me closer.
“No?” he queries softly.
“I don’t want you to risk injury by…” I run out of steam and wave my hands.
His chin tilts up. “Licking your cunt until you come on my face.”
My cheeks could cause third-degree burns. “What if my leg knocked your arm?”
“Worth it.” His eyes gleam, as though me re-opening his wound would only make it better. “Absolutely not an issue.”
“It is to me,” I insist.
For a second, I think he’s going to argue, but instead, he just nods, rises from the sofa and towers over me.
“Sit there.” He points at the place he was sprawled out in only seconds ago.
“But—”
“Lift your dress and sit on the sofa with your thighs apart. I want to kneel at your feet and worship your pussy.”
My brain stutters again. “You don’t want to have sex?”
He gives me a patient look. “I want to make you explodebecause the pleasure shakes you to your core. I want you helpless because you need me to give you release. And though, yes, I would very much like to fuck you senseless in every position you can think of, all my favourites need both my arms more capable than they are right now. So my priority is orgasms for my sweet little nurse.”
I guess the feeling of unreality that has been my constant companion since I met Reid is the reason I nod.
“Good girl,” he purrs. “Now show me your pretty little pussy.”
I obey. Of course I do. This man is the most compelling, scary, wonderful, kind person I’ve ever met, and my body loves it. My fingers go to the silky hem and I lift until my knickers are visible.
“That’s it.” His gaze rakes over me. “I’d love to hold you as you deserve.”
I make a sound of protest. I haven’t forgotten that he soaked the dressing I changed earlier, or that he’s got an open wound.
“Yes, I know. I’ll be very good. But first things first. Your knickers.” He reaches for my hip, and I gasp as he boldly slides his hand inside, gripping my bottom possessively. Like I’m his toy.
Heat gushes between my legs, and I bite back a moan. That one touch has swept through me.
“Mmm.” The sound is approving. “So soft.”
His palm glides down further, and I whimper as he takes my cotton knickers with him, pulling them from my body and letting them fall to the floor.
“Now, my good little nurse. Sit down.”
He shifts as I do as he demands, so when I’m on the sofa, bolt upright, he’s standing between my feet and his huge cock is at my face level. The tent in his towel isintimidating, but the scent of him is fresh and makes my mouth water when I think of how he could use my throat from this position.
