Rebound by Rosemary Rey Page B

something.”
    Mmm, ‘he cooks’, I thought. I couldn’t
stomach any food right now. I would’ve loved for him to cook for me
because it would be a nice change of pace. “You cook?” I ask
incredulously.
    “ Yes. I can make a few
things. Breakfast is my specialty.” He replied
confidently.
    “ I’m not really up for
food right now, but I’ll take you up on breakfast some other time.”
I said hopefully. He smirked and closed the refrigerator
door.
    “ How’s your leg?” He asked
seriously, walking around the counter. He pulled up the stool
beside me and sat down. He reached over to my left leg, turning my
stool in the process. At his touch, I felt the jolt of electricity
rise from my belly to my chest. He lifted my left leg up to his lap
and laid it on his tight quad. I could feel the hardness of his
thighs under my calf. He stroked my leg with the tips of my
fingers. I had to stifle a moan by biting my lower lip. The saliva
collected in my mouth because the lump in my throat made it hard to
swallow. I felt the heat rise in my cheeks. And I clenched my pussy
to reduce the wetness that was pooling. I took a deep breath and
swallowed.
    “ It hurts a little.” I
looked down when I felt him pulling up the tape around the cotton
gauze. Thank goodness I shaved. Twice I’ve shaved for this man.
Well, once; when I visited him at his clinic. I shaved yesterday
for the party, and the unintended effect was him now touching my
freshly shaved leg. I just wish it were under different
circumstances. Thankfully, I’d also lady-scaped my mound, which
hopefully will come in handy.
    He pulled up the gauze and inspected
the three sutures that he inserted to close the gash that I created
by being silly while dancing with Keta. I guess I must’ve passed
out because I didn’t remember him stitching me up. I let out a loud
sigh. He looked up at me with a serious face, almost reading my
thoughts.
    “ It looks fine. There’ll
be a small scar. These are dissolvable stitches, so no need for
follow up unless it gets infected. I’ll keep an eye on it.” That
last statement was a surprise. So ‘he’ll keep an eye on it.’ Does
this mean we’ll see each other again? What would be the
circumstances?
    I felt him put the gauze back down
over the stitches and gently pressed down the tape to hold it in
place. For such big hands, he was extremely gentle. He didn’t lower
my leg off his thigh. He kept it on his lap, even after he
retrieved his coffee mug and took a sip. His fingertips lightly
caressed my skin. As he drank, he looked straight through me as if
trying to read me. My heart skipped several beats as his grip
started to tighten and he began kneading my calf. My muscles
tightened above his grasp. My toes started to curl. I could feel
the stirrings in my groin. I needed to break his gaze because it
was so sexy that it was making me uncomfortable.
    “ Thank you so much for
taking care of me last night. I don’t want to keep you from your
day. I’ll just get dressed and go.” I said not-so-convincingly. I
attempted to pull my leg off and he held me firmly in his
grasp.
    “ I don’t have much to do
today. I have to go to the hospital later this morning and do a few
rounds. I’m not on-call. I’d like to spend it with you, if you’re
free.” I felt like my heart would burst in my chest. I needed to
play this cool.
    “ I’m free, but I think I
should go. I’ve imposed enough. You’ve been really kind to me. I
don’t know how I’ll ever be able to repay you for taking care of me
last night.” Again, I started to slide my leg down so I could get
up from the stool. He held a strong grip on my calf and with his
left hand he held me onto the chair by the waist.
    “ You’ve already mentioned
how you can repay me. Remember? Last night? When we were dancing.”
I shuddered internally at the memory of our first kiss. My nipples
hardened in my bra. My breasts felt heavy and uncomfortable in my
bra. It was suddenly hot in