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And nothing else.
Sure, she had her casted arm draped across her tits, but she was covering very little.
Honestly, I couldn’t tell you how long I just stood there. Staring. Not fucking breathing.
Before I finally realized she had several attached elastic bandages dangling from her other hand.
Seeing me look at it, she held it out to me. When she spoke, I couldn’t tell if her voice actually was breathy, or if it was my damn imagination. “I can’t do it myself,” she said.
“Right,” I said, and there was no mistaking the thick edge to my voice.
I reached for the strip of material.
And the second I pressed one end to her ribs on her good side, I could feel and hear the way her breath gasped inward.
I would go to hell for it, but I couldn’t stop my fingers from tracing the edge of the bandage as I started to pull it tight across her stomach, around her other ribs, behind her back, then around again.
A small tremble moved through her, making my gaze slide up to her face, finding her lips parted, her cheeks flushed, her eyes heavy-lidded.
I was already dealing with a semi, but that look on her face got me rock-hard in a fucking minute.
My stubborn eyes stayed on hers as I continued wrapping, moving my arms around her, pressing us close, then finishing the wrap with an unnecessarily long press on the velcro edge up high near her breast, my pinky finger teasing under the swell.
Another shiver moved through her at that, and I couldn’t seem to stop my fingers from doing it again, then drifting downward, playing at settling the bandage in place, before giving up the game entirely, letting my fingers drift over her belly, her hip, the side of her thigh.
At her soft little sigh, I exhaled hard.
“Fuck it,” I said, lowering down in front of her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Millie
I’d kissed him.
Was that incredibly stupid and reckless of me?
Oh, hell yes.
Was it worth the possible fallout, though?
God, yeah.
That man kissed with the intensity he seemed to do everything with. Like he took it seriously. Like nothing else in the world mattered while he was doing it.
His possessive hands cradling my face, his large body looming over me, his chest pressing to mine, his hard cock against my hip.
It was all just… too good.
Though, admittedly, I had to say it was probably a good thing that Storm had acted as the cutest little cock-block in the world.
Because I was perfectly aware of just how useless my body still was. Getting better day by day, sure. I wasn’t using the pain pills anymore. Though I would usually pop some ibuprofen before bed, so I could sleep without my ribs aching. But still not anywhere near full capacity. And if things were going to get physical with Silvano, I would really prefer to be an active participant. Or, at the very least, not cringing because my ribs hurt, stealing any chance of getting a solid O out of the whole situation.
I moved over to the window as he took Storm out, watching as he stopped to talk to some dog walker who was clearly helping out a shelter with the little Adopt Me bandanas. Then as he let Storm and Samantha play.
I hadn’t anticipated the way my heart squeezed a bit in my chest as Samantha left, then Silvano played with Storm for another couple of minutes before moving out of sight.
He was a guy who took himself so damn seriously. I rarely got more than a lip twitch out of him—and I was constantly trying—or anything more intense than a little chuckle.
