cone on the ground and start crying, and then you take away his puppy and break all his toys.” She enjoyed making hyperbolic similes, but before she could come up with another one, he stopped her.
He raised an eyebrow. “Jesus Christ, Kate. You have quite the morbid imagination. You know what it would actually be like?” He took a step closer, and her heart quickened. She stepped backward.
He came a step closer. His voice lowered. “It’s not like that at all.”
She sucked in a breath. “What—what. Then what is it like?”
His eyes were locked onto hers, and that zing of attraction was back. She didn’t understand why the thought of being spanked by him sent spires of attraction zinging up and down her spine like a sugar rush, like all the lights in a carnival whirling into her brain. Well, maybe she understood it. She’d read a few romance novels that incorporated spanking, and she’d liked them. More than liked them. The idea of being mastered by a sexy man like Sloan? God, what a rush that would be… as long as he wasn’t too rough. The unknown of it all made the butterflies dance harder in her stomach.
“What is it like,” he mused and crossed his arms.
“Y-Yes.” She bit her lip and watched a muscle jump in his neck.
He took one step closer and his voice was a murmur and a promise. “Keep arguing and you’ll find out. Is that what you want right now?”
She felt her heartbeat accelerate. “No? I… don’t?” She swayed in her spot, wanting to lean into him. The truth was that she wanted his hands on her body, all over. She actually wanted to feel his palm slap down on her ass, then rub. She was curious and turned on all at once. She felt her face turn hot and red. Could he see what she was thinking?
A smile pulled at his lips. “Good. So do what I said.” He was so close now that their faces were inches apart and she felt his breath on her cheek. She blinked.
“But I’m putting the sheet over my—body.” She broke the gaze. “While you do whatever.”
“You do what you want with that sheet as long as I have access to your leg.”
He stepped back and the moment was broken; he was back in professional mode, and when he turned his back to pick up his supplies from the bag, she shucked the sweats and quickly got onto the bed, and pulled the sheet over her body from thighs to stomach, shuddering at the cool sheets under her ass. Being naked felt sensuous, and part of her—a part that was getting obviously moist—wanted him so badly she could scream.
But when he came over he was all business. “I’m going to need you on your stomach again. Okay. Lift up your knee so I can get the towel under it.” He helped her adjust and shift, somehow keeping the sheet over her. And despite her anger and arguments earlier, what she wanted now was for the sheet to float away and for him to be on top of her, skin on skin.
So lost was she in her imagination that she flinched when she felt fingers on her calf.
“Hurt?”
She flushed into the pillow. “Um, a little. You mostly startled me.”
The smell of antiseptic hit her before the next touch and she jerked again. His voice was easy. “Steady. Just cleaning the area. No signs of infection. It’s already sealing up. Just to be on the safe side, I’m going to give you a shot of penicillin.”
“Why?” She pushed up onto her arms.
“To make sure. Infection risk is highest on day two and three after an injury. You tore it up with your toenail and got car gunk in there. I just want to make sure you don’t get an infection.”
“Isn’t penicillin old school?”
“No. Are you allergic to any medications?”
He pulled a wrapped syringe from his bag.
“Where the hell do you get syringes loaded with medicine?” Her voice was accusatory. “I’m allergic to dicks.”
He laughed. “That’s too bad for you. Here it goes. One second. Done.”
She barely felt the needle.
He wiped her leg again. “In the back section at Walgreens.
He raised an eyebrow. “Jesus Christ, Kate. You have quite the morbid imagination. You know what it would actually be like?” He took a step closer, and her heart quickened. She stepped backward.
He came a step closer. His voice lowered. “It’s not like that at all.”
She sucked in a breath. “What—what. Then what is it like?”
His eyes were locked onto hers, and that zing of attraction was back. She didn’t understand why the thought of being spanked by him sent spires of attraction zinging up and down her spine like a sugar rush, like all the lights in a carnival whirling into her brain. Well, maybe she understood it. She’d read a few romance novels that incorporated spanking, and she’d liked them. More than liked them. The idea of being mastered by a sexy man like Sloan? God, what a rush that would be… as long as he wasn’t too rough. The unknown of it all made the butterflies dance harder in her stomach.
“What is it like,” he mused and crossed his arms.
“Y-Yes.” She bit her lip and watched a muscle jump in his neck.
He took one step closer and his voice was a murmur and a promise. “Keep arguing and you’ll find out. Is that what you want right now?”
She felt her heartbeat accelerate. “No? I… don’t?” She swayed in her spot, wanting to lean into him. The truth was that she wanted his hands on her body, all over. She actually wanted to feel his palm slap down on her ass, then rub. She was curious and turned on all at once. She felt her face turn hot and red. Could he see what she was thinking?
A smile pulled at his lips. “Good. So do what I said.” He was so close now that their faces were inches apart and she felt his breath on her cheek. She blinked.
“But I’m putting the sheet over my—body.” She broke the gaze. “While you do whatever.”
“You do what you want with that sheet as long as I have access to your leg.”
He stepped back and the moment was broken; he was back in professional mode, and when he turned his back to pick up his supplies from the bag, she shucked the sweats and quickly got onto the bed, and pulled the sheet over her body from thighs to stomach, shuddering at the cool sheets under her ass. Being naked felt sensuous, and part of her—a part that was getting obviously moist—wanted him so badly she could scream.
But when he came over he was all business. “I’m going to need you on your stomach again. Okay. Lift up your knee so I can get the towel under it.” He helped her adjust and shift, somehow keeping the sheet over her. And despite her anger and arguments earlier, what she wanted now was for the sheet to float away and for him to be on top of her, skin on skin.
So lost was she in her imagination that she flinched when she felt fingers on her calf.
“Hurt?”
She flushed into the pillow. “Um, a little. You mostly startled me.”
The smell of antiseptic hit her before the next touch and she jerked again. His voice was easy. “Steady. Just cleaning the area. No signs of infection. It’s already sealing up. Just to be on the safe side, I’m going to give you a shot of penicillin.”
“Why?” She pushed up onto her arms.
“To make sure. Infection risk is highest on day two and three after an injury. You tore it up with your toenail and got car gunk in there. I just want to make sure you don’t get an infection.”
“Isn’t penicillin old school?”
“No. Are you allergic to any medications?”
He pulled a wrapped syringe from his bag.
“Where the hell do you get syringes loaded with medicine?” Her voice was accusatory. “I’m allergic to dicks.”
He laughed. “That’s too bad for you. Here it goes. One second. Done.”
She barely felt the needle.
He wiped her leg again. “In the back section at Walgreens.
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