She wrapped her arms around her middle, as if nervous al of a sudden. “Uh, you are?”
“Yep.” He winked at the heat fil ing her cheeks. “Just consider me your own personal bath toy. You can rub me al over your sexy body or just let me lie there in the bubbles while you wash. Either way, I’l be as happy as a clam. Besides, you’l need help if you want to keep the cast dry.”
She laughed, and her arms loosened a fraction. “You’re so outrageous.”
Unable to help himself, Wade leaned close and whispered, “You have no idea, baby.” Then he kissed her.
13
Wade watched her sleep. Damn, she’d been out for hours. After their bath, Gracie had cal ed the doctor about the pain medicine. He’d instructed her to take half a pil , which seemed to do the trick. Wade had tucked Gracie back into bed, then quickly slapped together a couple of ham-and-cheese sandwiches for the two of them. The instant Gracie had finished hers off, she’d started sawing logs.
Now, with her round bottom cradling his dick, he had to bite back a groan. He wanted to fuck her there. She’d be so damned tight. He wanted to see his come dribbling out of the tight pucker of her ass.
Shit, he wanted her again! His cock was as hard as a hammer. He’d always enjoyed sex, but he’d never been so damned hungry for a woman before.
As Gracie blissful y slept, unaware of the turmoil she caused simply by being Gracie, Wade had the terrifying feeling that he’d stil want her fifty years from now. A few times between her supple thighs should have been enough to ease his need. At the very least quel the urge for a few hours. Al it’d done was addict him further. He’d been such an idiot to think he could have sex with Gracie Baron and walk away unscathed. She lay beside him like Sleeping Beauty, so serene and at peace, and he had the insane urge to keep her that way. To slay al her dragons and make al her dreams come true.
Wade turned her to her back, then slid his tongue over her plump lower lip, knowing the instant she woke. He pul ed back and watched her eyes flutter open. “Hi,” he murmured.
She pushed her hair off her forehead. “Hi.”
“Jonas wil be here in a few minutes. We need to get up and get dressed.”
“Oh, of course.” She bit her lip and looked away.
He cupped her chin and tugged her face back to his. “Don’t be embarrassed.”
She shrugged. “This feels like the awkward morning after.”
“It’s actual y ten o’clock at night, not morning, and there’s nothing awkward about what we did. Now, if you had stood on your head while I licked your pretty pussy, then I could understand your feeling a little awkward.”
She laughed and slapped his forearm, which was stil wrapped tight around her middle. This time when her gaze met his it was fil ed with joy.
“How do you do that?”
He flicked the tip of her nose. “Do what?”
“Make me feel so at ease. I’ve never been good around the opposite sex. I’ve always been too shy, and I usual y end up saying something or doing something completely embarrassing.”
“First, I’m glad you’re shy around other men. Let’s keep it that way. Second, the only thing you need to be around me is you.”
She cupped his cheek in her palm. “I can do that.”
“Good.” He kissed her, keeping it quick and light, lest he get distracted, then scooted off the bed. He held out a hand, and she took it wil ingly.
He looked down her body and hummed his approval. “You are a sight, pretty Gracie.”
She looked down at herself and grimaced. “My bruises are turning al sorts of shades. Not exactly sexy, Wade.”
“Al I see is pierced nipples that I want to lick. Swol en pussy lips that I want to suck on. And”—he turned her around—“a sexy ass that I desperately want to fuck.”
“Wade.” His name, nothing more.
He turned her toward him again and cocked his head to the side. “And how do you always do that? ”
“Do what?”
“Say my name. Al you do is say ‘Wade,’ and I know that you’re turned on.”