“We don’t really know each other, but we’ve had a very intimate day,” I said, pointing my wine glass in his direction.
“This is true.” A huge grin crossed his face.
“I mean, you did kind of rescue me this morning.” I shot him a look of gratitude. “And of course, you caught me during my near fatal collision with your splint.”
“Well, that was fun, I have to admit.” I detected a trace of arousal in his tone.
“Can I ask you something?”
He nodded.
“Why were you so helpful this morning?”
“It’s my job.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I’m a cop and you called my precinct. Luckily it was a slow crime morning.”
“No other reason?” I took a sip and peered at him from over the rim of my glass.
“Well, if you must know, since my injury,” he said, running his finger along his thumb splint, “I’ve pretty much been a paper bitch.”
“You don’t look like anyone’s bitch, detective.”
He cracked up.
“It means filling out reports and working a desk job. I was on a very active assignment before. It required a lot of physical, um, endurance.” He held up his splinted thumb. “When this comes off next week I will be back to my normal duties.”
“So how exactly did you end up with me this morning?” I asked with raised eyebrows.
“I was answering the phone for my buddy, the D.O.—excuse me, for civilians, it means desk officer—who’d gone to take a leak.”
“That must’ve been a long pee.” I smiled wide as a Cheshire cat. “We were on for a while.”
“Well, okay, I confess,” he played with his splint, “he returned about sixty seconds into our conversation, and to be honest, he would have directed you to nine-one-one but I couldn’t do that. There was something in your voice. You seemed vulnerable and you were dealing with it alone, so I wanted to help. I had to wonder why you called the cops instead of asking a friend to take you for medical care. It was almost as if you needed to feel safe.”
I bit my lip and slowly released it. “You got all that out of our short time on the phone?”
He nodded. “And I had a lot of empathy because I cried when I smashed up my thumb, cried like a freaking baby for a long time.”
He lowered his head, snickering.
“No you didn’t, liar.” I grabbed one of the small pillows behind me and tossed it at him
“Well, okay,” He held up his hand to protect himself from flying objects. “I didn’t, but I said, ‘Holy fuck’ louder than you did this morning.”
He had the cutest dimples when he laughed.
“I guess we are kindred spirits.” I twirled a stray hair around my finger, in a very girly way.
“I guess so,” he said, gazing into my eyes. “Like I said, some things happen for a reason.” He poured us both some more wine. “Like there is no way you would have been icing that if I didn’t come over tonight.”
“My toe and I appreciate your first aid skills.” I raised my glass. “And the wine.”
Chapter 5
I was liking this guy way too much.
I think the ice helped me snap back to reality: I needed this encounter to heat up enough to be a story for tomorrow. I’d never reveal his name or precinct, but we had to do more than foot care tonight.
I liked the sexy detective, but a relationship was a luxury I could not afford. It would be too complicated for someone like me who had to rise at four thirty every morning and be in bed by nine p.m.—and whose life was an open book. Plus, bye-bye full-time employment. My job was based on me being single in the city.
Maybe we could just have sex.
The hot cop sitting in my living room was probably too well-mannered. I had to be the one to broach the subject.
“I know this is bold, but something about being in the same room makes me want to straddle you.” I casually played with the stem of my glass, moving my fingers up and down. “Does that turn you on at all?”
He curled his fingers into an O and pretended to cough into his hand, and cleared his throat the way people do when something steamy is mentioned in polite company.
“Well, if we’re being honest…” He cocked an eyebrow. “I’ve been turned on since about four thirty this morning.”
“Really?” My lip quivered slightly.
“I’m here, aren’t I?”
“I thought you were here to tend to my wounds,” I said, playfully.
“I am.” He flashed me an innocent grin. “And I wanted to see that you are all right, but, I also wanted to meet the hot chick who called for first aid advice in the middle of the night. I mean, I’m a man. Can you blame me?”
“I thought you were just doing your ‘job.’” I wouldn’t let him off the hook.
“Yeah, well, a citizen with a broken toe does not usually fall into my lap… well, into my case file.” He laughed. “And who calls the police station for a broken toe? Putting aside the way I came running over here to meet you, I have been dedicated to your care, right?”
“Indeed.”
“So, no harm done.” He gazed up at me, a hint of wild desire peering through. “Now that I’m off duty, and now that we have crossed this bridge, there’s one thing I want to know.”
I sat up straighter. He had my full attention.
“What’s that, detective?” I spoke in my sexiest, smokiest come-fuck-me voice.
“What would it take,” he said, leaning forward, “to kiss you?”
The question traveled across the room like a bolt of sexual electricity and landed between my legs.
“It would take your lips, my lips, and about ten feet less space between us.”
He rose confidently and walked to my chair. He gently lifted my leg and kicked the ottoman to the side, lowering my foot to the floor. Then he knelt in front of me. He smiled as he removed my baseball cap and let my long dark hair tumble out. He leaned in closer, his face a millimeter away from mine, lips so close. He smelled like wine and passion.
Taking my cheeks into his hand, careful not to scratch me with his splint, he brought my face closer. His lips came down on mine, warm and sweet, then he took my lower lip between his and gently sucked.
Damn.
He pulled away, slightly dazed, and stared at me.
“That’s what I thought, just from hearing your voice,” he said, caressing my cheek. “That your kiss would mean something. And it does.”
He brought his lips back and softly brushed them against mine. Then he slid his tongue deep inside. The way he took over my mouth set off every erotic trigger in my body. The heat that had been building all day was all in this kiss.
My panties were wet. Very.
He stopped so we could both get some air. I seized the moment.
“I think we should get naked now.” My lips still tingled.
He ran his finger through my hair affectionately and brushed it behind my ear.
“I’m not going to take advantage of an injured woman.” He laughed. “Tempting as you may be, you have a fresh break and need to rest.”
I tried to reason. “I’m thinking an orgasm would be very healing.”
“Is that so?” He smiled.
A wild shiver of anticipation flowed through me as his lips moved to my ear, his breath warm against my flesh. He whispered softly but I was jolted from the heat of the moment. “Does your front door have an automatic locking system?”
Huh?
“I guess you could call it that.” Was he thinking of fucking me senseless and just checking to make sure the door is locked? “When it closes, it locks automatically.”
“Good.” He slowly lifted his body up and out of close range from mine. “Where’s your bedroom?”
“Now we’re talking.” I relished the idea of broken-toe sex. Bring it.
I pointed toward my sleep chamber. With his full six-foot-two frame towering over me, he appeared to be assessing logistics for his next move. Then he
scooped me up in his arms. Careful not to rest any part of me on his broken thumb, or knock my sore foot against anything, he carried me into the bedroom and put me on the bed.
This seemed promising. Until he asked, “Where do you keep the Advil?”
Oh jeez, is he going to tell me he has a headache? “Bathroom shelf.”
He returned with the bottle of pills and paper cup with water. I was stunned when he handed me two.
“Drink up,” he commanded. “And ice your foot again in the early morning. Got it?”
I nodded.
“That’s it?” I couldn’t believe he was plopping me on the bed and leaving. I wanted him to slip into bed with me.
“That’s it… for now.” The sexy grin returned to his face. “I have to get out of here or I am going to ravish you.”
“And that’s a bad thing?” I stomped my uninjured foot on the bed in protest. “I’m a fan of being ravished.”
He smiled and let his eyes linger on mine for a moment. Then lowered his face. Down came his warm lips… onto my forehead.
He turned and took his hot self out of my bedroom.
“Herc, wait, I need you.” I didn’t want him to go.
He made a sharp turn around and took a deep breath. “You evoked the magical ‘I need you’ command. It’s a command I cannot resist. But you know that, don’t you?”
“Perhaps.” I smiled coyly. “I have to take a shower. Any idea how I can do that without falling?”
He stood at my bedroom door and ran his fingers through his hair. “God help me,” he said. “I’ll help you shower, and then I’ll go.”
“Deal.” I lifted my butt to slip off my leggings. They got stuck on the ACE bandage.
“Let me.” He walked to the bed, leaning down and placing his hand on my thigh. He caressed his way down to my foot and slipped my pants past my ankles. I was in my underwear and T-shirt.
He stared, intently, before lifting me off the bed and into the bathroom. “Do you carry your dates around everywhere?” I couldn’t resist a joke.
“When I must protect them, I do,” he said, lowering me onto the floor, next to the towel rack, so I had someplace to hold on. “Less chance of a re-injury this way.”
He helped me out of my T-shirt. I wasn’t wearing a bra. He paused to savor my breasts before unceremoniously removing my panties.
He used both hands to caress my hips and legs, goose bumps rising as he touched my flesh. He leaned in and kissed the flat of my stomach, then hooking his fingers on either side under the elastic of my panties he slowly slipped the pink bikinis over my hips and butt.
“Rest your hand on my shoulder,” he said, making sure I was stable on my good foot and not putting weight on the other.
A tingly excitement raced up and down my spine and through my lower parts as he bent down to slip the panties from my feet. I was totally naked. He was fully clothed. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in close. His shirt pressed against my flesh but I could still feel warmth coming off of his body. Pain seemed to dissolve into the possibility of his touch. In his arms, everything seemed so serene.
“You’re not going to let me be the only naked one, are you?” I looked up with a pouty expression.
“Oh, man, there is nothing I would rather be right now than naked with you.” He lifted my chin with two fingers and kissed me. “But you’re very vulnerable right now.” He looked up and down at my body, as if admiring a painting that had been lost to someone else at auction. “And it would be wrong to try anything.”
I rolled my eyes. “It’s not wrong if the other person is asking you for it.”
“As a cop, if I walked into this scene, I would tell the guy, ‘Keep it in your pants, at least until she’s off the crutches.’” He kissed the top of my head. “We haven’t known each other that long, but I feel like you are under my care and caring for you means not, you know, having sex with you tonight.”
He took a huge breath. I did too.
“I guess I will add honorable to your growing list of attributes.”
What a damn do-gooder!
“Don’t think for a moment that, under the right circumstance, I wouldn’t fuck you all night long.” He ran his thumb over my lips. “But not like this. Let’s get you in the shower.”
I was slightly stunned when he stripped of his shirt before reaching in to turn the shower on.
“Oh. My. God.” I couldn’t take my eyes off his abs and chest and arms and everything. When did this man find the time to go to the gym so much?
“You’re making me blush,” he said and smiled. “Being a cop requires physical strength. This is not because I want to be in the next Baywatch movie.”
“Whatever.” I laughed. “I like the view.”
And I’d likely pay good money to see him in that movie, too.
He helped me up the tiny step into the shower.
On my first try at washing myself the soap fell from my hand, and just missed my foot.
“Jesus,” he said, taking charge of the soap and the soaping. He lathered his hands, instead of my technique of bar to body, and ever-so-gently ran the lather across my back, my arms, finally, my chest; then he gathered some more soapiness and swished over my belly, my hips, and my butt. He lingered long enough to find the crack between my cheeks with the soapy side of his palm. As he neared my pubes, he hesitated.
“I’m afraid if I touch you there I won’t be able to stop… touching you… there.” He looked wistfully at the place he was afraid to touch.
“Then don’t stop.” I pressed my hips toward him. Holding on to the safety bar in the shower, and keeping steady by putting most of my weight on my uninjured foot, I spread my legs wider apart. “I’m naked, you’re half-naked, and I think we both deserve an orgasm.”
He put the bar of soap in my hand. “You soap and I’ll rinse.”
He watched as I lathered my hand, slid through my pubic hair and moved it between my legs. My fingers traveled and lingered for a moment at my opening. I couldn’t believe how comfortable I felt with him.
“I guess I don’t have the energy to do this without you.” I bit my lip. “I need you to—”
“Don’t say it.” He removed the shower massager from its holder, washing all the soap off of my flesh. He ran the water gently over my boobs, sprayed it softly on my butt and between the cheeks and then he brought the nozzle between my legs. The water was warm and intoxicating on my inner thigh. Then it found my clit.
He looked me in the eye, with a deep and soulful stare, as I took his hand and directed the water even closer to the mark. Suddenly, I wanted this to be a private moment between him and me, something no one else could touch or talk about. My body began to shudder. My breathing increased. I needed him to take me to the finish, but he pulled away.
“When you heal, I’ll be back,” he said, lowering the water.
“If you stay,” I said, “I’ll heal.”
“This is so against doctor’s orders.” He brought the nozzle back to where I wanted it. “But I can’t leave you unfulfilled.”
I held tight to the safety bar and pressed my injured foot flat against the wall for support. He moved in closer, the spray was hitting me hard enough to make me moan. He intensified the pressure and played with the angles, until my hips began to quiver. With my inner thighs straining toward his hand a wild, erotic power twisted through me like a small tornado, swirling and swirling around until deep pleasure burst inside of me.
I had a smile on my face, but suddenly felt woozy. He caught me just as I began to lose my balance and helped me out of the shower.
“You’re a temptress.” He grabbed my big fluffy towel to dry me off. “You seduced me into a watergasm. I usually don’t do watergasms until at least the fifth date.”
I laughed so hard it made me cough.
“Can you blame me? I’m a woman and I have a hot, half-naked guy in my bathroom.” I touched his chest with my still wet hand and gave him a little push. “I need the bath
room for a sec.” I peed and brushed my teeth.
Within moments he was back to lift me into his arms once again and carry me back. I noticed him rising through his jeans as he stood by the bed.
“That was a close call,” he said, using the towel on his arms and chest and patting it down on his hard on. “But it would be wrong to have sex with you tonight.”
“Yes, a travesty.” I laughed, and rubbed my thighs together.
“It’s really time for me to go.” He touched my cheek. “Will you be okay alone?”
“I feel a lot better after my shower.” I rolled over on my side. “And I’m used to being alone.”
He went to the bathroom to bring in the towel and get his shirt. He slipped it on and slowly buttoned up, looking me in the eye while he did this sexy reverse striptease. He left the room, reappeared with my crutches and laid them on the floor near my bed. Then he kneeled beside me and pressed his face close to mine, brushing away the hair that had fallen over my eyes.
“I’m glad we met.” He kissed my forehead. “Until we meet again.”
“Good night, detective.” I was growing sleepy. “Next time, I hope we can use all our body parts.”
“Good night, Lizzy.”
I smiled a post-orgasmic, relaxed kind of smile.
“I’ll lock you in.”
As I heard his footsteps padding along my foyer, I had this crazy fantasy that he would turn around and come back into the bedroom. The last thing I heard was my apartment door closing. The hot detective had left the building.
I am really going to have some interesting stuff to talk about on the show tomorrow. Or am I?
I was starting to feel torn: A story about my date versus a romance with the sexy super hero who was gentleman enough to make me come before leaving.
Chapter 6
I slept well after the detective’s watergasm but somewhere in the night, I dreamt he came back to check on me. I could swear I heard his footsteps in the foyer and then the sound of the door closing.
When I woke up, my foot was feeling surprisingly better. The intense pain of the day before had gone down with the swelling. Herc was a healer, in more ways than one.
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