Sweet Harmony (Harmony Falls #1) - Elizabeth Kelly Page 0,64

on the stack of pillows and he gave her a look of surprise.

“What are you doing home? I thought you were stopping by at lunch?”

“Rose gave me the next few days off so I could look after you.”

Worry crossed Connor’s face. “I don’t want you getting in trouble at work because of me.”

“I won’t,” Kira said. “I didn’t ask for the time off, Rose insisted. It’s fine, Connor. I promise.”

He still looked worried and she smiled at him. “How do you feel?”

“Maybe a little better?”

She lifted the ice pack and studied his knee. “I think it might be a little less swollen. The bruising is worse though.”

He shifted on the bed before running his hand through his hair. “I wish I’d thought to shower after the game on Saturday night, but my knee was already killing me.”

“I can help you shower.”

Shit. Did she sound too eager? She sounded too eager.

“I didn’t… I mean, I wasn’t trying to hint that I wanted you to help,” Connor said. “You’ve already done a lot for me.”

“I don’t mind,” she said. “I’m happy to help you with whatever you need.”

He studied his knee as her heart beat fiercely in her chest. The thought of a naked Connor in her shower was making her brain go haywire.

She’d have to get naked too, of course. It only made sense, right? Wearing clothes to help bathe Connor in the shower was just silly. Obviously, nakedness was the way to go. How big would Connor’s cock be? Would he get hard? She hoped he did. If he had an erection, it would only be polite for her to help him with that too, right?

“Kira?”

“Sorry, what?” She wondered just how red her face was.

“I said I think I can actually do this myself,” he said.

“How?”

“Well, the shower in the guest room is just a shower not a tub, so I can walk into it and I can put a stool in there to sit on,” Connor said. “I didn’t check the shower nozzle though, is it a hand-held one?”

“Yes,” she replied.

“Great, I won’t need your help at all,” he said.

Could he see the disappointment on her face? She schooled her features into something that said, ‘brilliant idea’ rather than ‘what do you mean I don’t get to see you naked?’ and forced a smile. “All right. I’ll grab some towels and the stool and take them and your toiletries to the shower.”

“Thank you, Kira. I really appreciate this.”

Connor’s look of gratitude made guilt roll through her. God, she was so selfish. With a small smile, she hurried out of the room.

* * *

“Shit!”

“Connor?” She knocked lightly on the bathroom door. “Everything okay?”

Was it weird that she’d been hovering outside of the bathroom since Connor had climbed into the shower?

Maybe, a little weird.

“Yeah. I just, uh, dropped the soap behind me and can’t reach it,” he said.

“Do you want me to grab it for you?” She raised her voice to be heard over the sound of the shower, hoping like hell he couldn’t hear the excitement in it. Seeing Connor naked was an almost frantic need inside of her.

He paused. “I’m naked.”

“Most people are when they’re in the shower. If you don’t want me to come in, I get it. But I’m not going to, like, ogle you or anything. I’ll just get the soap for you and leave,” she said.

Liar.

She flushed. She wasn’t lying. She might want to see Connor naked, but she wasn’t going to do anything that would make him uncomfortable either.

“Uh, hold on a minute,” he called.

She waited nearly two minutes before he said, “Okay, come in.”

She opened the door and stepped into the steamy bathroom. She shut the door to keep cool air from coming in. The shower door was fogged up and she could only see a hint of Connor through it, but excitement and lust were already crowding into her belly.

“I’m going to open the shower door, okay?” she said.

“Okay.”

Do not look at his penis, Kira. Do not look at his penis.

She slid open the door and looked at his penis.

For the second time that day, thick disappointment washed over her. Connor had placed a hand towel over his crotch, and she could see… nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Her chance to see her first penis in real life had been thwarted by a damn towel.

Connor cleared his throat and, blushing furiously, she said, “Let me get the soap for you.”

“Thanks. Sorry, I was trying to wash my back and the soap slipped out of my