“Haven’t heard that name since you kids used to shit-talk me behind my back.” I touch her face as she kneels next to me again, unable to help myself. “Clee, this isn’t your fault.”
“Maybe not, but I’m still responsible. It’s my inheritance and I accepted it.”
Fuck.
I scrape a hand over my jaw again. After this, I need an icy shower to kill this hard-on.
The second I take my pants off, she’ll know.
Maybe she already knows I want her, but I don’t need to broadcast it like a full gun salute.
“Pants off, my guy,” she insists. “You can keep your shirt on if you want, but someone needs to check out that knee. I can get a better view than you can. Deal?” She holds the first aid kit out of reach so I can’t grab it.
“Deal, damn you.”
It’s not like I have much choice.
I drop my pants and try to stare through her.
Good fucking luck with that.
She sucks in a breath and managesnotto focus on the tent in my boxers. Somehow it feels more obscene than if I was butt-ass naked.
“That looks painful,” she says, dropping to her knees in front of me.
My knee.
She means my knee, for fuck’s sake.
Is there anything this woman can do thatwon’tturn me on?
I grit my teeth. “It’s not that bad,” I mutter.
I look down at the raw patch of skin, this ugly lattice with red clay blood oozing through small cuts.
“You’re lucky it’s not, but we’re not taking any chances. Hold still.” She rests a steady hand on my other knee as she cleans the scrape.
Her fingers feel my other knee, the one that’s not howling at me.
I wish it would.
Might stop the parade of despicable thoughts crowding my head.
The way I see her back under me.
Her sassy mouth engulfing my cock, sucking like it’s a chocolate strawberry.
I need to gag her, to make her deep throat me until her eyes roll.
My hands ball into fists at my sides. I force my fingers to release, splaying them against the cool marble.
“Sorry. This is gonna sting.” Her eyes flash as she dabs on disinfectant.
I welcome the way it foams, like someone spraying down the dumpster fire in my brain.
I hiss through my teeth, grateful it stops me from picturing her naked for ten whole seconds.
“Any swelling?” She gently touches my left knee, then the busted one.
