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Fuck! Where did that come from?
“I really am sorry for hurting you.” She stood and moved closer to him. “This is such a mess.”
Sitting beside him, he watched her from the corner of his eye as she chewed her lip, not volunteering anything else.
“Look, about downstairs…” he heard her take a deep breath and continued, “I’m sorry, okay? They’ve had enough, but I shouldn’t have left you to the wolves even if they are my family. As you know, they aren’t always so rude to a guest. It’s just in the past you’ve been…different. No one, including me, knows what’s going on this time around.”
“I know, and I wish I could explain.”
He moved his leg and pain ripped through him again. He hoped it had just been bruised and that one of the pins hadn’t moved.
“You’re still in pain.” She jumped up. “Lie on the bed.”
He eyed her and wasn’t sure what to do. Everything she’d done today…and was stil
l doing…threw him off. Her whole body quivered with an energy he hadn’t noticed before.
“Mateo, stop being stubborn. I’m trying to help you.”
He huffed out a resigned breath and used his good leg to push himself further up the bed, his head dropping down onto a pillow.
Caprice followed him onto the bed and grabbed another pillow to tuck up beneath his leg. “Does that feel a bit better, or do you need some painkillers?”
“I’m trying to do without the pills.”
“Okay. I get that.”
She sat next to his knee, her back facing him and started to stroke over the scars. He bit back a moan when her hands touched him. She gently caressed over his aching knee, arousing him beyond anything in a long time. The thought of having those hands wrapped around his dick left him hard and aching.
What was wrong with him? It was Caprice who touched his knee. He didn’t really want her hands on his cock, did he? No way. It had been so long since he’d felt the touch of a woman that anyone would do, right?
You’re a lying ass…you’ve wanted her touch for days even though it’s confused the hell out of you.
Her fingers felt like butterfly wings—light and gentle.
His eyelids drooped with the pleasure running through him as he watched her through narrowed eyes. Her fingers slipped further up his thigh. He caught his breath as his dick jerked hard in his shorts.
So not good.
“You have scarring beneath as well. Let me rub that.”
“I’ll flip over.” He didn’t give her time to reply and quickly turned to lie on his front, groaning when his monster of an erection pressed against his belly and the bed.
“Are you comfortable like that?” she asked, her fingers skimming along his thighs.
What the fuck was she doing to him?
“Fine.” He couldn’t formulate words with how worked up he was. Caprice had never given him so much as a twitch in the pants until a few days ago, but fuck! He was hard as steel.
He was just a horny jock!
That was it.
Any woman would do.
And then her fingers started running over the rest of his scars and although she eased the ache in his knee, his dick throbbed. All his blood was centered south and the urge to rock his hips into the bed like a teenage boy killed him.
The tingle of precum steadily trickled from the slit and all his body wanted was release, because of the woman who he was engaged to. He needed his head seeing to, or a serious session in the shower.
