Page 95 of Bad Attitude
“Can’t blame me when you’re half-naked all day, teasing me with your hot little hellcat body.”
“More dressed than you. Turn around.”
I do as she asks, swiveling gracelessly on my leg, and Raven gives one glance down, then focuses intently on the bottle in her hand, pouring more liquid soap into her palm.
She’s using the task to avoid looking at me, but it gives me a moment to admire her. The way her T-shirt now clings to her, half-translucent, nipples pressing prominently against it. The slight tinge of color in her cheeks, a hint of a blush that I so loveseeing.
She sets the bottle on the shelf, and her hands press against my chest, running suds up to my shoulders then down to my stomach, her fingertips trailing across my abs. She bites at her lip in the cutest way, then palms my cock, rubbing it through her soapy hands. I let out another groan, my legs unsteady, and not from my injuries.
“This bit’s… uh… working,” she murmurs.
“I didn’t get shot there.”
“No.” Her blush intensifies. “Thank God for that.”
“Never been more in agreement with anyone.”
She gives a breathless laugh, then fuckingsinks to her kneesbefore me, her face inches from my cock. It takes all my control not to push my hips forward. But she only washes my legs, being ever so careful around my thigh, and she’s done in a minute.
“That’s it,” she says. “You’re clean.”
“Thank you.” The words come out thick, and I clear my throat. “I’m sorry for… making you do this.” And I should be, too. But really, I’m not. Not one little bit.
“It’s fine.” She stands up, not meeting my eyes, and goes for a towel. Her T-shirt is soaked at the front, yet mostly dry at the back. “It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before.”
“You did cut all my clothes off.”
A hand flies to her mouth. “Fuck,” she breathes. “I totally forgot to buy any more.”
I chuckle. “Then that’s on you.” At least another day without clothing. With anyone else, I’d beuncomfortable. “I’ll get it done when I’m back in the bed. Do you know where my phone is?”
“In your jacket, I guess.” She goes still. “You’ve gone without your phone for two days.” It’s a statement, not a question.
“Yeah?”
“No one you need to call?”
“Why would I?”
“Because you gotshot?” She looks at me like I’m strange. “You don’t want to let anyone know you’reokay?”
I shrug a shoulder, then wince as it pulls at my side. “I mean… Iamokay, so… I don’t need to tell anyone I’m okay.”
She scoffs in exasperation, finally bringing me the towel. “Sonothow it works.”
I step out of the shower, using the frame for support, biting back a hiss as that move pulls at my leg. “Pretty sure that is how it works. Wouldn’t you get bored if I called you every day? Hi Raven, still okay. Morning Raven, still alive here.”
“Not as much as you’d think,” she mutters, rubbing the towel down my chest.
“Good.” I lean an inch closer. “Iamokay, and it’s all down to you.”
“I didn’t do anything.” She denies it immediately, like I knew she would. But she doesn’t pull back. “Just… what was needed.”
“I’d be dead if I’d gone for the 405,” I say, referring to the escape route we’d originally agreed for me. “Or worse, in a hospital somewhere in a jail.”
“How is thatworse?”
I wave a hand. “Walls, you know? I don’t like being caged. I’d rather be dead.” It’s true, even if it wouldn’t have ever happened. Mercer would’ve sorted it out… eventually.
