I’m stuck in this marriage for at least the next year, or until I can find a way to get out of it early.
He rubs a hand along his sharp jaw. “Hoping to become a widow?”
That’s the last thing on my mind, but he doesn’t need to know that.
My eyes flit to the wound on his upper arm. It’s bleeding more now.
“You need a bandage.”
He lifts his uninjured shoulder in a careless shrug. “I’ll be fine.”
“You played doctor for me this morning. Now it’s my turn to repay the favor.”
My feet are still sore from my poorly thought-out attempt to leave the guesthouse. Note to self: next time, make sure you’re wearing shoes before you leave in a huff.
“If I needed a doctor, I would have called one.”
Water droplets glisten from the ends of his hair. One falls on his chest and streaks downward. I think about leaning into him and catching that drop on my tongue.
He moves past me, and the scent of him hits me like a drug. Maybe I’m drunker than I thought, because all I want to do is wrap myself around him and climb him like a tree. I turn to watch him saunter away, his back muscles rippling with each step. My husband is jacked. His shoulders are a work of art, covered in beautiful tats that do nothing to hide all the effort he puts in at the gym.
Blood rolls down his forearm to his wrist.
That jolts me into motion. I turn away from him, wordlessly going to the bathroom. Priest and Luna have this place stocked. It’s not unreasonable to expect a first aid kit in the medicine cabinet.
I find what I’m looking for in seconds. Bandages, alcohol wipes, and even antibiotic ointment. The bathroom smells like him, and I hold my breath to keep from breathing in too much of it. I’m still in only my bra and panties, and I’m trying to pretend like I’m completely unaffected, but I don’t know how much longer I can last. I need all the help I can get.
Keep your mind out of the gutter, Katya.
“Found some first aid supplies,” I announce cheerfully, trying to ignore everything that doesn’t involve tending to Lorenzo’s wound. “Your sister-in-law is really on her A game, you know.”
I’m one hundred percent sure the state of this place is all her. If a man were in charge of stocking a guest room, you’d be lucky if it even had soap and a clean hand towel.
“We’ll get you bandaged up in no time,” I add when he doesn’t say anything, putting the rest of the first aid kit back in the cabinet where it belongs.
In typical Lorenzo fashion, he allows his only response to be silence.
I head out of the bathroom, first aid accoutrements in hand, and stop in my tracks. Because Lorenzo’s back is still facing me—he’s clearly on his phone, head bowed, concentration riveted on a glowing screen. But the towel has fallen to the floor.
All I can do is drink in the sight of my husband’s bare ass for a moment, stunned. Because what an ass it is. Toned and tight like the rest of him.
Look away, Katya. Look away.
But I can’t. How can I? I move toward him, my brain firing at half capacity. His ass is…
He is…
I have no words.
And then he spins to face me.
His cock is massive. I meanhuge. Thick and long and jutting upward. He’shard.
Holy shit.
He’s hard, and he’s not even paying attention to me. He’s just thumbing away at his phone, typing out a text, brow furrowed in concentration.
I swallow thickly and force myself to continue to him, stopping at his side. “Um, got the stuff I’ll need,” I tell him awkwardly, like I wasn’t just ogling his naked body and his giant dick while he stood there barely aware I was even breathing.
