by Lori Foster
With a hand opened wide between her shoulder blades to support her, he said, “Lean back.”
She did, and the water lapped at her nape, dampening her short dark curls. Liking that, enjoying the compliant picture she made, Dash sat outside the tub and used a cupped hand to pour water over her breasts.
“You are so incredibly stacked.” He trailed a finger down her stomach. “Open your legs.”
Anticipation kept Margo silent and unmoving, on the precipice of need.
“Did you hear me, Margo?”
She licked her bottom lip and slowly widened her feet apart.
“Nice.” He studied her. “Know what I think would be even nicer, though?” He didn’t wait for her to answer, knowing that she wouldn’t. Coming up to his knees, he lifted one of her feet and rested it over the tub ledge. Yeah, he liked that. “Brace yourself. I know you have a tub mat, but I don’t want to take any chances on you sliding.”
With her uninjured right arm, she held on and nodded.
Carefully, Dash lifted her other foot to the ledge on the opposite side of the tub, leaving her exposed. “Stop tensing your knees... Yeah, that’s better.” He could see every inch of her soft pink flesh, swollen with need.
Her breasts rose with each quick inhalation.
Dash met her gaze. “Now I can really get to you.”
With a vibrating groan, she bit her lips and struggled to stay still. Steam left her face rosy. Or maybe that was sharpening desire. She did seem to be as into the sex play as he was.
Trailing a wet fingertip up the inside of her thigh, he ordered, “Leave them there.”
She closed her eyes, but only briefly. Lieutenant Margo Peterson was not a coward, ever.
Picking up the soap, Dash lathered his hands. “Since you insisted on the bath, I want to make sure you enjoy it...for a really long time.” Her nipples were still tight, and got tighter still when he put his soapy fingers to her and teased.
She squirmed and Dash, knowing it wasn’t her problem, asked, “You didn’t want to get clean?”
Turning her head to the side, she made a hungry little sound of need, the muscles in her sleek thighs clenching, her feet flexing.
“Easy now.” He paused, his slick fingers still on her breasts, but now only holding her. “Are you going to be able to stay still?”
Aroused color slashed her cheekbones. Her eyes were dazed. The bath water lapped at her breasts. “Yes.”
“Is that a promise?”
Her gaze pleaded with him, and she whispered, “Please don’t stop.”
He smiled...and rinsed her breasts. She was sensitive here, and he almost thought he could get her off with just this.
But that’d be asking too much of him. He needed to touch her. All of her.
Everywhere.
“It won’t be easy, I know.” Leaving one hand to toy with her nipples, he lowered the other into the water, between her legs. “But you’re not going to move, not until I tell you that you can.”
“All right.”
Dragging out the suspense, he slipped his fingers along her inner thighs, teased behind her knees, tickled over her hip bones and belly.
“Dash,” she whispered desperately.
“Shhh. No talking, either.” It took all his concentration to hang on, to remember that this was for her, only her.
She drew in a shuddering breath.
“All you need to do is rest there and let me have my fun.” Knowing she couldn’t, he said, “Now loosen up for me,” at the same time that he cupped his hand over her again—this time with her legs sprawled wide.
A vibrating moan escaped her.
“You just can’t keep quiet, can you?” He pressed two fingers into her, easily since she was already slippery wet and ready. With his other hand he toyed with her nipples.
She made another throaty sound of excitement, and Dash told her calmly, “You may as well get comfortable, because I’m not in any rush here.” He eased his fingers back out of her. “We have all night.”
She lifted her hips, his hand now loosely covering her, seeking the more intimate stroke.
“Shh. Rest back in the tub or I’ll have to stop. I won’t chance you getting hurt.”
“I won’t,” she all but wailed, writhing against his hand.
“Your arm is okay?”
“Yes!”
He smiled. “Does your head hurt at all?”
“Damn you...”
“Cursing me?” He pretended to pull away.
“I’m sorry.”
“Better.” He held one nipple and despite how she squirmed, kept his fingertips just barely inside her. “You sounded sincere enough.”
Two deep breaths...and she said, “I am.”
“Then behave.” He pressed his fingers deep again, slowly working her, using the heel of his hand to add friction to her clitoris.
Her teeth locked. She was already so close, and he’d barely done half of what he wanted to do.
“Keep your knees open.”
Eyes closed tight, she nodded.
He watched her splinted left arm, making sure she didn’t forget about it.
And suddenly she gasped, almost lost in a fast orgasm.
Surprised by her swift response, Dash eased up, saying softly, “No, not yet.”
Ripe excitement left her entire body taut, rosy.
Dash touched her everywhere, her swollen sex, her breasts and her mouth and her plump little ass. “You are so sexy, Margo.”
“I...I need to come.”
“And you will,” he promised. He saw the carnal desperation on her face...and he loved it. “After I’ve gotten my fill of enjoying your body.”
One thing was certain: she did not feel any pain. He could tell by the way she moaned and moved and how easily she kept trying to spiral out of control.
Dash abandoned her breasts for the moment to concentrate between her legs. “I think you’ll like this.”
She caught her breath and waited.
“Two fingers in you, nice and deep.” He watched the movement of his hand, his fingers sliding in and out of her tender body. “I have large hands, but still, it’s not quite the same as when we’ll have sex.” His cock hurt, he wanted her so much. But he wouldn’t veer off track.
She strained to remain still.
“And with my other hand, I can...” He touched her clitoris, and she gasped, her hips lifting. “Maybe we should put that off until later.”
“Do it now.” Her voice was high, thin.
“I don’t want you to come yet.”
“Dash...” Frustration made her frantic. “I don’t know if I can wait any longer.”
He said with certainty, “You can.”
She moaned raggedly.
Maybe he should save that much teasing for her second orgasm. She was already drawn so tight that it worried him. He didn’t want to add to her aches and pains. He wanted to alleviate them.
“I’ll prove it to you....” She was about to protest when he touched her again, saying, “Later.”
It took him less than thirty seconds to push her over the edge, and hearing her cries, seeing the open, honest pleasure on her face, he damn near followed her.
As her orgasm faded, she slumped and he quickly pulled the drain on the tub to let the water out. “Relax, honey.”
She gave a faint but honest laugh. “Now I can, definitely.”
“I’m glad.” Pleased with her, Dash shook open the towel. “Time to dry off.”
“Forget it.” She motioned him away with her right hand. “Just leave me here for a little while.”
He grinned at her tranquil posture. “You know I can’t do that. Come on now, you’ll be more comfortable once you’re dr
ied and dressed.”
“And fed.”
“Exactly.” He caught her under the arms. “Careful now.” He helped her out, then said, “If you can stay on your feet, I can take care of everything.”
“Yes, sir.” She giggled.
Pausing with the towel to her belly, Dash stared at her. A giggle? From Lieutenant Margaret Peterson. “You are dopey as hell.”
“I’m boneless.”
“Boneless, huh?” He kissed her, and wanted to go on kissing her. But that would test his control too much. “I like that ‘sir’ business.”
“You earned it.” She sobered as he bent to dry her legs. “But, Dash, you do realize—”
“That it’s only in the bedroom? Or in this case, the tub? Maybe someday the kitchen table?” He sent her a quick smile of reassurance. “Of course I do.” He briskly dried her thighs, and more slowly between them. “I’ve never known a stronger, more independent woman than you. What we do together won’t change that.”
Margo put a hand on his shoulder, balancing herself.
He brushed the edge of the towel over her breasts, concentrating on her nipples. “But games are fun for everyone, so anytime you want to play...” He couldn’t stop himself from bending to her nipple for one quick, soft suckle. “Just let me know. I liked it. A lot.”
Maybe a little uncertain, she ran her tongue over her lips.
“It’s all right if you admit that you liked it, too.” Hoping to put her at ease, he teased her and said, “I won’t tell.”
“You already know that I did.”
“You’ll like it again in...oh, a few hours. Before we go to sleep.” He smiled. “I did promise you two climaxes, right?”
She sighed. “And what about you? I’m more than happy to—”
“No. I won’t take the chance of causing you pain.” He kissed the bridge of her nose, her temple, and suggested, “Make it up to me when you get the splint off in a few days.” He waited to see what she’d say, if she’d maybe deny the odds of being with him a few days from now.
Instead she lightly trailed her nails down his chest to his abdomen. “Count on it.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
DASH WOKE CURLED around Margo. She was on her right side, his knees behind hers, her splinted arm resting above his around her waist.
Her sweet little bottom pressed into his lap.
Even before his eyes opened he remembered yesterday and lust rushed through him. His arm tightened the tiniest bit.
After her bath, he’d cooked her dinner, held her and Oliver on the couch while watching a movie and then they’d gone back to bed.
Using only his fingers, he’d given her another climax. He’d badly wanted to pleasure her with his mouth as well, but hadn’t trusted his restraint. Instead, after she’d come, he stayed with her, touching her softly, then with more insistence until she caught up, until the sensations began to build again.
He kept her going, loving the way she cried out, how she clutched at him with her right hand. Slowly the orgasm built and, body taut and breath ragged, she came a third time.
No wonder she’d slept through the rest of the night.
Lieutenant Peterson took to the submissive role with amazing heat.
All things considered she had incredible endurance, a wonderfully uninhibited streak and she was every bit as sexual as him.
Only he’d done without, and now he was in a very bad way.
Trying not to wake her, he lifted his head and searched for the clock. A little after ten. Not super late, not super early. Finally, they’d both caught up on sleep. Hopefully, now well rested, she’d feel better today.
He glanced at the window and saw plenty of sunshine coming in. Nice.
Tomorrow morning Margo would see a doctor about getting the splint removed. Never mind what she’d told her father, she’d need some physical therapy before returning back to work.
His lip automatically curled at the thought of Mr. Peterson.
God willing, her family wouldn’t feel the need to visit again anytime soon.
Just as Dash finished the thought, a knock sounded on the door. Shit.
He let his head drop back with a groan.
Margo stirred, then clumsily sat up, almost clubbing him with her splint.
He dodged it. “Easy.”
She looked around as if confused, zeroed in on Dash and...blushed.
Nice. How she could look so pretty with bruises and sleep-rumpled hair, he didn’t know, but the blush only added to her appeal. “Morning, beautiful.”
The heat in her cheeks intensified. “What are you groaning about?” She eyed him up and down...pausing on his morning wood. “Or maybe I already know.”
Only half-awake and still she sounded interested. Damn, but he couldn’t wait for her to be 100 percent again so they could really burn up the sheets. Dash shook his head. “You have a visitor.”
“Who?” She glanced around as if expecting someone to be in the room with them.
Grinning, Dash said, “At your front door.”
“Oh.” That stymied her—until the knock sounded again. Face pinched in discomfort, she threw back the sheet and swung her legs off the mattress.
And froze at being naked.
She was so small, so trim and toned, that even the sling couldn’t detract from her sex appeal.
He trailed a finger down her elegant spine, all the way to her adorable fanny. “Maybe your folks have returned.” After kissing her nape, Dash, too, left the bed to stand beside her.
Knowing she watched, he stretched lazily. Blasé, he asked, “Want me to get it?”
“It?” She stared at his dick.
He lifted her chin. “The door.”
“Uh...no.” With a nod at his erection, she said, “I doubt my parents would return this soon, but regardless, I don’t want anyone to see you like that.”
Possessiveness? He hoped so. Now that she was awake and clear-minded, he didn’t try to insist on helping. “Give me a few minutes then and I’ll come make coffee.” He brushed a thumb over her cheek, down to her jaw. If he didn’t go now, he might not go at all.
He turned without another word and headed into her private bath.
* * *
WOW. THINGS HAD CHANGED dramatically overnight.
Margo raised her splinted arm to test it, and felt nothing, not even a twinge. Great. With her right hand, she touched her head near the stitches, but that felt mostly fine, too. She had only the slightest headache, and that might be a dire need for caffeine.
Time to get it together.
Knowing it would take her forever to get a robe on over her splint, she wrapped a blanket around her body and hurriedly headed to the front door. A quick glance out the peephole and she cursed softly. Just what she didn’t need.
Reluctantly, she opened the door to none other than Rowdy Yates.
Bright sunshine turned his dark blond hair golden and added an interesting sparkle to his sexy bedroom eyes. He wore faded jeans, a black T-shirt under a zip-up sweatshirt and boots. He was so incredibly hot that Margo had to remind herself to breathe.
Though she wore only a blanket, his gaze never wavered from her face. “If we woke you, we can drop off the get-well package and let you get back to bed.”
Watching his mouth move was a special treat. The man exuded raw sensuality on every level.
“Lieutenant?” One brow lifted, Rowdy glanced in past her. “Dash around?”
Avery stepped in front of him, her smile confident. “You have her tongue-tied.” And then to Margo, “Don’t worry about it. I understand. Every woman still reacts that way to him. I’m used to it.”
Rowdy rolled his eyes—and that helped Margo to collect herself. She felt foolish, but hopefully hid it. �
�I’m sorry.” Holding the blanket secure with her right hand, she nudged the door open wider in a silent bid for them to come in. “The pain pills—which Dash insists on me taking—keep me in a fog. I didn’t mean to be rude.”
“Not a problem.” Rowdy’s gaze dropped to her body, and quickly away. “We woke you?”
“No... Yes...” She did not want them to assume she’d slept—even in the platonic sense—with Dash. “You mentioned a get-well package?”
Rowdy lifted the loaded bag with a shrug. “It’s what Logan and Pepper did when I got cut.”
“We enjoyed it,” Avery said. “So we figured you would, too.”
Rowdy searched the room. “We saw Dash’s truck out front and assumed you were up and about.”
Her mouth firmed. It was already happening, the intrusion into her private life. “Yes, he’s here. He brought me home from the hospital and insists on staying to play my nurse.” He’d also insisted on making her insane with lust. Three times.
Now that she’d given in, she couldn’t wait to get back to it again.
As if she thought nothing of it, Avery said, “Of course he did.” She set her purse aside and slipped off a jacket. “You shouldn’t be alone.”
The protest came without her permission. “I can take care of myself.”
“If you had to, sure. But why not let Dash help out?” Sotto voce, she added, “Men love playing caregiver.”
Not all men. Her father had certainly never shown any signs of caring for anyone.
“You don’t have a car yet,” Rowdy pointed out. “And it can’t be easy accomplishing much with that bulky splint.”
Margo looked down at her wrapped arm and shrugged. “Hopefully I’ll get it off tomorrow.” She mostly had to wear it until the swelling went down and the doctor confirmed she could start physical therapy. Not that she’d need a lot of PT. More than anything she just wanted to get back to work.
Rowdy lifted up a stuffed bag. “We brought coffee and Danish for now, and chili for later.”
“From your cook?”
“The chili is, yeah.”
“Bless him and you, then.” The chili was terrific, one of her favorites.
He looked around her living room with interest. “Nice place.”
