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I blink. “But you’re injured.”
“You think a slight graze is enough to keep me from wanting you, Louisa? Did you even hear what I just said about how long this has been going on for me?”
I swallow hard. “I’m not sure sex would be a good idea in your condition.”
“I wasn’t suggesting it. I’m just saying that if your hands move any lower, it’s going to be hard for my body to recognize nothing’s going to happen.”
I think for a moment. Shake my head slowly. I wet down the washcloth again, squeezing out the excess water. Then I gently pull the waistband of his shorts down over his erection.
“Louisa.”
“No sex. I’m not taking a chance on your wound. But I can still take care of you.”
“You don’t?—”
I lean forward to kiss him gently, silencing his objections. Then I use the washcloth to stroke him intimately.
He groans as I caress him, and a coil of both arousal and tenderness tightens inside me as I see him responding to my touch.
When I wrap my fingers around his shaft and start to pull and squeeze rhythmically, his hips come up toward my hand. His body tightens quickly, his shoulders lifting off the bed and his features twisting. He’s groaning uninhibitedly, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.
Then, before I know to expect it, his body freezes on a strangled sound. He works through a long release, his body twitching, his head falling back against the pillow, and thick exhales escaping his parted lips.
“Louisa,” he breathes out as his body softens completely.
I lean forward to kiss him again, and his mouth clings to mine sweetly.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
He ejaculated into the washcloth, so I take it and the bowl of water and put them up. Then I go to the bathroom, splash water on my hot face, and try to get my emotions under control.
Too much is happening. Too much that goes too deep.
And I have no idea how I’m supposed to process it all in my rattled mind.
Pushing aside the most intense of the feelings, I return to the room and climb into bed beside Caleb.
He turns his head toward me, his face relaxed and his eyes heavy. “Thank you, baby.”
I kiss him. “You’re welcome again.”
He can’t take me in his arms, but he reaches out with one hand and fumbles around until he can pull mine into a firm grasp.
We lie in bed together, holding hands.
We’re still holding hands when I fall into an exhausted sleep.
8
The next daybegins as uneventfully as the previous one. Caleb isn’t as grumpy, but he’s still restless and stubborn, insisting on getting up and walking around a lot more than I think is wise in his condition.
He does seem to feel better than he did. He’s still got the wound in his arm, but he must be recovering from the loss of blood. His color is improved, and he’s got more energy.
By lunch it’s impossible to keep him in bed.
Eventually I give up. I let him pace around the house like a caged animal while I work on my painting of him and do my best to ignore him.
