“I think you’re a good cook.” He tried not to stare at her tits as she sat down on the side of the bed.
“Only because you think popcorn is an acceptable dinner,” Kira said with another laugh.
He studied her face, itching to reach out and snag a strand of that amazingly soft blonde hair between his fingers. His urge to touch her got stronger with every passing day. The part of him that was worried about what that meant, was almost buried under the part of him that desperately wanted her soft body tucked under him while he slid his dick into her wet, tight pussy.
Kind of hard to have sex with Kira when your knee is totally fucked.
He massaged just above the brace on his right knee. There was an ice pack on his knee, and he wasn’t even the least bit tempted to lift it and study the swollen mess. He didn’t want to see the bruising that would be starting or the way the flesh strained as the swelling worsened. It reminded him too much of what it looked like after the accident.
You know you fucked it again, right? Everything’s torn to shit in there and this time they won’t be able to fix it. You’ll never walk right again, let alone jog or run or play baseball.
He tried to block out his inner voice, afraid that if he started to listen to it too long, he’d lose his fucking shit. The thought that his knee might be jacked for good sent terror through him. It didn’t help that inner Connor wouldn’t shut the fuck up about how he was facing a long road of surgery and physical therapy, and what Grant would say when Connor was off work for six goddamn months or more, and –
“Connor?”
Kira’s soft voice pulled him out of his spiral. He stared at her, knowing his anxiety was written all over his damn face, but utterly helpless to hide it.
When she took his hand, he linked their fingers together, fighting back his urge to ask her to lie on the bed beside him, to wrap her arms around him and tell him that everything would be fine.
“Everything will be fine,” Kira said.
He jerked, sending the ice pack sliding sideways on his knee. He winced when fresh pain lanced up and down his leg. Shit, was she reading his goddamn mind? Kira reached out with her free hand and shifted the ice pack back onto his knee, her touch infinitely gentle.
“You okay?”
“Yeah.” His voice was hoarse, and he was holding her hand too tight. He made himself relax his fingers so he wouldn’t crush hers.
“It’s going to be just fine,” she said. “I did some reading while you were sleeping this afternoon and I know I’m not a doctor or anything, but I don’t think you’ve torn your ACL or MCL again. You didn’t do a sharp stop and twist or anything like that, and that’s usually how they get torn, right? You go one way and your knee goes the other and it’s,” she paused, “rip city.”
His smile was more of a grimace and she rubbed her thumb along the knuckle of his thumb. “I know it’s really sore and looks awful, but it isn’t fractured or dislocated and the odds of it being re-ruptured or re-torn are really low. It’s probably so swollen and sore because your knee was already traumatized. I’ve seen you limping, and I know it bugs you sometimes. It’s predisposed to be injured more easily.”
“Yeah, maybe,” he said.
She squeezed his hand until he looked at her. “It’s going to be fine. A few days of bed rest and anti-inflammatories and the swelling will go down. You’ll see.”
“You really believe that, don’t you?” He said.
“I do.” Her voice was firm and the way she refused to even accept any alternative about his knee was, oddly, making him feel better.
“Thanks, Kira,” he said.
“You’re welcome.” She released his hand and he wanted to capture it again almost immediately. “Now, I’ll bring my laptop in here and we can watch something on Hulu or Netflix. What do you think?”
“I’d like that,” he said.
“Great.” She stood and smiled at him. “If you’re really lucky, I might even make you some popcorn later.”
Chapter Fourteen
“Oh no, that poor boy.” Rose leaned back in her chair. “I’ll keep my fingers crossed that his knee is only bruised. When did you say he was having the MRI?”
“Tuesday morning. Would you be all right with me taking the morning off to drive him to his appointment?” Kira asked.
“Of course, dear,” Rose said. “He’s such a lovely young man. Both Ray and I were very impressed with him at dinner the other night. Well spoken and polite, and it was just the sweetest thing to throw you a congratulatory dinner.”
“It was,” Kira said. “Connor is a great guy.”
A great guy that you want to see naked.
Maybe. But now that he’d hurt his knee, she’d lost her chance to do some not-quite-sex stuff with him. Which she wasn’t the least bit pouty about.
Definitely not pouty. Her main concern was Connor and his knee and that it wasn’t badly damaged. She wasn’t at all thinking about how soon he would heal so that he could do all sorts of delicious things to her.
Nope, not at all. Because she was a good person, not a selfish horndog who suddenly couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like to climb naked into the bed with Connor, straddle his good leg and hump her way to an epic orgasm.
Freak.
No, not a freak. Just really horny… and totally selfish. Connor was in pain, a lot of pain despite the pain meds, and she couldn’t stop thinking about her own need. Which was stupid because even her hope that Connor would ask her to stay in the bed with him in case he needed help during the night, hadn’t happened.
Still, it hadn’t stopped her from coming up with a dirty little fantasy that involved her giving Connor a sponge bath before going down on him. She had masturbated silently but furiously to that fantasy, covering her face with her pillow when she came, to muffle her cries of ecstasy.
She’d straight up die of shame if Connor knew she was masturbating to thoughts of blowing him. She was a total pervert and –
“Kira?”
She glanced up to see Rose staring at her. Shit, how long had she drifted off for?
“I’m sorry, what?” She gave Rose an apologetic smile.
“I said, who’s staying with Connor while you’re here at the office?”
“Oh, um, no one. He’s pretty good at using crutches, but I’m still worried he’ll fall while alone. I made him promise me he’d stay in bed for the morning. At lunch, I’m going to go home just to check on him, but with traffic I might be a few minutes late getting back. If that’s okay?”
Rose gave her a startled look. “You left him alone? Honey, you get home right now and look after your man.”
Kira blinked at the silver-haired woman. “I’m sorry?”
“I said, get your cute behind back home. You can’t leave him alone.” Rose made a shooing motion with her hands. “Go on now.”
“I can’t just leave work. I mean…”
“You can and you will,” Rose said. “In fact, take the next few days off. We’ll survive without you for a few days, sweetheart. I promise. Text me Wednesday night and just let me know if you’re coming in on Thursday.”
“Rose, I can’t, I mean…”
Rose made another shooing motion. “Go on, Kira. Both Ray and I always stress that family is most important. Go and take care of yours. If we need you or something comes up, I’ll text you. All right?”
“If you’re sure?” Kira said.
“Positive,” Rose replied.
Kira stood and moved to the doorway of Rose’s office. “Thank you, Rose. Both Connor and I appreciate it.”
“Of course, sweetheart. Give Connor our best and tell him we have our fingers crossed that it’s nothing serious.”
* * *
“Connor?” Kira stuck her head into the guest room. Connor was lying on his back on the bed with his leg on the stack of pillows and he gave her a look of surprise.
“What are you doing home? I thought you were stopping by at lunch?”
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sp; “Rose gave me the next few days off so I could look after you.”
Worry crossed Connor’s face. “I don’t want you getting in trouble at work because of me.”
“I won’t,” Kira said. “I didn’t ask for the time off, Rose insisted. It’s fine, Connor. I promise.”
He still looked worried and she smiled at him. “How do you feel?”
“Maybe a little better?”
She lifted the ice pack and studied his knee. “I think it might be a little less swollen. The bruising is worse though.”
He shifted on the bed before running his hand through his hair. “I wish I’d thought to shower after the game on Saturday night, but my knee was already killing me.”
“I can help you shower.”
Shit. Did she sound too eager? She sounded too eager.
“I didn’t… I mean, I wasn’t trying to hint that I wanted you to help,” Connor said. “You’ve already done a lot for me.”
“I don’t mind,” she said. “I’m happy to help you with whatever you need.”
He studied his knee as her heart beat fiercely in her chest. The thought of a naked Connor in her shower was making her brain go haywire.
She’d have to get naked too, of course. It only made sense, right? Wearing clothes to help bathe Connor in the shower was just silly. Obviously, nakedness was the way to go. How big would Connor’s cock be? Would he get hard? She hoped he did. If he had an erection, it would only be polite for her to help him with that too, right?
“Kira?”
“Sorry, what?” She wondered just how red her face was.
“I said I think I can actually do this myself,” he said.
“How?”
“Well, the shower in the guest room is just a shower not a tub, so I can walk into it and I can put a stool in there to sit on,” Connor said. “I didn’t check the shower nozzle though, is it a hand-held one?”
“Yes,” she replied.
“Great, I won’t need your help at all,” he said.
Could he see the disappointment on her face? She schooled her features into something that said, ‘brilliant idea’ rather than ‘what do you mean I don’t get to see you naked?’ and forced a smile. “All right. I’ll grab some towels and the stool and take them and your toiletries to the shower.”
“Thank you, Kira. I really appreciate this.”
Connor’s look of gratitude made guilt roll through her. God, she was so selfish. With a small smile, she hurried out of the room.
* * *
“Shit!”
“Connor?” She knocked lightly on the bathroom door. “Everything okay?”
Was it weird that she’d been hovering outside of the bathroom since Connor had climbed into the shower?
Maybe, a little weird.
“Yeah. I just, uh, dropped the soap behind me and can’t reach it,” he said.
“Do you want me to grab it for you?” She raised her voice to be heard over the sound of the shower, hoping like hell he couldn’t hear the excitement in it. Seeing Connor naked was an almost frantic need inside of her.
He paused. “I’m naked.”
“Most people are when they’re in the shower. If you don’t want me to come in, I get it. But I’m not going to, like, ogle you or anything. I’ll just get the soap for you and leave,” she said.
Liar.
She flushed. She wasn’t lying. She might want to see Connor naked, but she wasn’t going to do anything that would make him uncomfortable either.
“Uh, hold on a minute,” he called.
She waited nearly two minutes before he said, “Okay, come in.”
She opened the door and stepped into the steamy bathroom. She shut the door to keep cool air from coming in. The shower door was fogged up and she could only see a hint of Connor through it, but excitement and lust were already crowding into her belly.
“I’m going to open the shower door, okay?” she said.
“Okay.”
Do not look at his penis, Kira. Do not look at his penis.
She slid open the door and looked at his penis.
For the second time that day, thick disappointment washed over her. Connor had placed a hand towel over his crotch, and she could see… nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Her chance to see her first penis in real life had been thwarted by a damn towel.
Connor cleared his throat and, blushing furiously, she said, “Let me get the soap for you.”
“Thanks. Sorry, I was trying to wash my back and the soap slipped out of my hand.”
“It’s fine,” she said. “I’m happy to help.”
“I could have maybe stood and turned around, but…”
“No, absolutely not. You don’t want to risk slipping and falling by standing up. It’s really no problem at all.”
She was talking too high and too fast, but damn, a mostly naked Connor was a dream come true. She might not have gotten to see exactly what she wanted, but watching the water run down over Connor’s naked chest and abdomen was making her pussy plenty wet enough.
She had a hot dentist naked in her shower and it was the best damn moment of her life.
He was holding the shower nozzle in one hand and he kept it pointed downward so she wouldn’t get sprayed as she leaned into the shower. He shifted forward on the stool and her breath caught in her throat as she stared at the top of his ass.
Her desire to bend over and give his right ass cheek a little nibble was probably inappropriate, right?
“Kira?”
“Sorry,” she mumbled. She leaned down, ignoring the fact that Connor’s delectable ass was right near her face, and snagged the soap from the bottom of the shower. She straightened and stared at the back of Connor’s head. His dark hair was wet and clinging to his scalp and she could see shampoo suds on the bottom half.
“You missed rinsing some shampoo out of your hair,” she said.
His hand twisted behind him to touch the back of his neck. “Dammit.”
“Give me the shower nozzle.” She held her hand out. “I’ll rinse it out and give your back a quick wash for you.”
“Thanks.” He took the soap from her and handed over the showerhead.
She carefully rinsed the shampoo from his hair before giving it back to him. “Now the soap.”
Without speaking, he passed her the soap and she lathered up her hands before setting it in the soap dish. Her heart pounding and her pussy throbbing, she ran her hands across his broad back in long, slow strokes. She washed his upper back in small circles, taking more care and time than necessary, but Connor’s smooth skin and firm muscles were an aphrodisiac she couldn’t resist.
She smoothed her hands over the muscles in his back, rubbing lightly before moving to his lower back and stroking and massaging. His low groan sent heat straight between her thighs.
“Okay?” Her voice was shamefully needy.
“Yeah.”
She could barely hear him over the sound of the shower. She moved her hands lower, just above his ass and he groaned again.
“Connor, are you -”
Her breath caught in her throat. The towel over his dick was tented. Connor had an erection. She was touching him, and it made him hard. Her body moved of its own accord, squirming in behind him, not caring that her leggings and shirt were soaking up the water and soap from his skin as she pressed her body against the lean length of his back.
He drew in a harsh breath when she slid her hands around his trim waist and rubbed his flat abdomen. The muscles trembled beneath her touch and he used his free hand to trap her hands against him when she slid them upwards.
“What are you doing, little Kira?” he rasped.
“Helping you shower,” she said. “You missed a spot.”
“Is that right?” His voice was a mixture of lust and amusement.
“Yes.” She kissed the top of his shoulder. “Let me help you.”
“I’m getting you wet,” he said.
“So wet,” she whisper
ed into his ear.
He made another harsh groan, dropping his hand and tilting his head back as she drew her hands up his body. The soap on her hands was long gone, but she rubbed small circles across his chest, delighted at the feel of the coarse hair beneath her palms. When she brushed her fingers across his flat nipples, his back arched and the back of his head dropped onto her shoulder.
She stared at the towel that covered his crotch. His right hand, still holding tightly to the shower nozzle, was resting on his thigh, the water cascading down his leg.
“Almost finished.” She traced her fingertips across his collarbone. “There’s one more spot you seemed to have missed.”
“Oh yeah?” He turned his head and nipped at her earlobe. “You want to help me with that?”
“It would be very nice of me to help,” she said.
“So nice,” he breathed into her ear before sucking on her lobe. “Touch me, little Kira.”
She wet her lips, the steam and the heat from the shower making her cheeks flush, before reaching for the towel. She plucked the towel off his lap and dropped it to the bottom of the shower.
She stared unabashedly at his cock, a little tremor of excitement tinged with worry rising in her belly. He seemed very long and thick to her and she studied the head of his cock as her fingers trembled just above it.
His free hand caught hers and squeezed lightly. “Okay, honey?”
“I’ve never, I mean, I haven’t…” She swallowed hard. “I’ve never touched one before.”
He pressed a kiss against her jawline. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“I want to,” she said immediately. “I really want to. I’m just worried I won’t do it right.”
He lifted her hand to his mouth and pressed a kiss against the palm before guiding it to his dick. “Wrap your fingers around me.”
She did what he asked, sliding her hand around his width and holding him loosely. His cock quivered in her hand and he groaned loudly into her ear.
“Is this wrong?” she asked.
“No,” he said. “No, it’s good. Your hand is so fucking soft. Stroke me back and forth.”
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