Page 94 of Bad Attitude
“Oh…!” She gives me an exasperated look, then turns the heat right down. “I suppose this can wait a little bit. It’s just rice and beans with some chicken.”
“Sounds great.” And it does. Another step, trying not to jerk too much.
Then Raven’s there, sliding herself beneath my right arm. “Lean on me, asshole.”
The next step’s easier. “You used to call me ‘Romeo.’”
“That was one night. I decided it didn’t fit.”
She’s not wrong. It didn’t. “So ‘asshole’ is what? A downgrade? An upgrade?”
“Fitting.”
Okay…
We reach the bathroom, and Raven leaves me leaning on the doorjamb to get the shower going. She has a walk-in, thankfully, but there’s still a step to navigate.
That done, she puts her hands on her hips and regards me. It pulls her T-shirt tight, making it clear there’s no bra beneath. “It’s about time we changed your dressings again anyway.”
“What’s wrong with these ones?”
“Not waterproof. The doctor left some that are, but unless it becomes a pain, we’ll just change them when we shower.”
I raise an eyebrow. “‘We’?”
“We. You can’t manage by yourself, can you?”
“I probably can…”
“Stubborn asshole.” She scowls at me. “And before you ask: downgrade.”
I give her a grin for that, and she almost smiles back.
Getting into the shower isn’t elegant, but I manage it with her help. On a shelf, there’s a selection of products with a strong pink theme, but I don’t really care so long as I’m clean afterwards. But first, it’s enough to stand under the spray, letting the warm water do its thing. I brace against the tiles, close my eyes, and push my head right into it.
A bottle top snaps open. I don’t move, but my heart rate picks up.
Her hands run over my shoulders and down my back, slippery with soap, and I can’t help myself; I groan with pleasure.
“That nice?” she asks, voice tinged with amusement.
“Blissful.”
“Good.”
There’s a strong smell of jasmine and a hint of other floral scents, but she can use what she wants so long as she keeps touching me like this.
Raven’s careful around the wound in my left side, then works her way down to my ass. I expect her to stop and let me take over, but she doesn’t. Her hands smooth over my cheeks, squeezing more than is strictly necessary just to get me clean.
Her touch disappears. I still don’t move, wondering if she’s scared herself again with that intimacy, but then her hands return, working shampoo into my hair. It’s the most sensuous feeling, and somehowmoreintimate than where her hands just were. She leans in, her breasts pushing into my back, her wet T-shirt cool against my skin, and sensuous shoots up to sensual. I’m hard in moments, whatever blood loss I’ve suffered clearly not impeding basic functions.
“Back’s done,” Raven tells me. “Turn around.”
My eyes flick open.
“Uh… might need a second here.”
She’s quiet for a moment, putting two-and-two together, then she sighs. “Yesterday, the doctor told me that opioid pain killers suppress libido, and reminded me not to do anythingstrenuous—which wasn’t at all embarrassing, I might add. But when it comes to you, I should’ve known better, shouldn’t I?”
