Sweet Harmony (Harmony Falls #1) - Elizabeth Kelly Page 0,68
“Yeah, it is. Text me if you need me.”
She waited until she heard the front door shut before taking a deep breath and returning to the bedroom. She peeked inside and guilt swept through her. Connor was lying on the bed with his eyes closed. He had put the brace back on and he was rubbing the top of his thigh just above his swollen right knee. Even from the doorway she could see the paleness of his skin and the little pain lines etched around his mouth and eyes.
What the hell was she thinking? She wasn’t, obviously. She was horny and needy, and she hadn’t even given one thought to Connor’s injury. He needed rest, not to be groped in the shower.
She stepped into the room, cupping her elbows. “Connor?”
His eyes popped open and he moved his hand away from his leg and gave her a flirty smile. “Your brother gone?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” His gaze dropped to her breasts. “Take off your clothes and climb into bed, little Kira.”
She took a few steps forward, hugging herself a little tighter. “Connor, I can’t.”
“Yes, you can,” he said. He patted the mattress next to him. “Come here, honey.”
She shook her head. “You need rest.”
“No, what I need is to watch you come on my fingers.”
Her face turned scarlet at his bluntness and he grinned again. “You want and need that too.”
Oh God, did she ever.
She made herself shake her head no again. “We really can’t. I shouldn’t have done that to you in the shower.”
His body stiffened. “Do you regret what happened?”
“No, of course not,” she said. “But you’re injured, and I groped you like some horny housewife and it was totally inappropriate.”
“I didn’t mind,” he said with a laugh. “Now it’s my turn to return the favour.”
“We can’t,” she repeated. “Your knee has to heal and -”
“I don’t need my knee for what I’m about to do to you.” A hint of impatience crept into his voice. “Let me show you.”
“It’s better if we don’t,” she said. “I don’t want to risk hurting you again.”
“You won’t,” he said. “Kira, get in the bed. There’s no way in hell that I’m having an orgasm and you’re not.”
“It’s no big deal,” she said. “Really.”
“It’s a big deal to me,” he replied. “Get into bed.”
“I’m going to make you some lunch and bring you your pain meds and then you’re going to have a nap.” She backed toward the doorway. “I’ll be back in a little bit.”
“Kira, I’m fine.” He gave her a look of exasperation.
“You’re not,” she said. “You’re in pain and you’re tired and you need to rest. The conversation is over, Connor.”
She stepped into the hallway as Connor muttered, “Like hell it is, Kira Walker.”
Chapter Fifteen
Connor sat on the edge of the bed, staring fixedly at his phone. It was just after eleven and Kira had gone to bed almost two hours ago, saying she was tired and had a bit of a headache. She’d blamed it on a long day and while he knew it’d been stressful with helping him get to the MRI appointment and back, he also knew she was lying.
She’d gone to bed early because she couldn’t stand the tension between them. He studied his knee, rubbing absently at the top of his thigh. Not anger. They’d been perfectly pleasant to each other since Monday afternoon when she’d returned with his lunch and his pain meds.
He’d napped, eaten and stayed in bed just like he was supposed to. Kira had even sat in the room with him last night and tonight and binge watched some shows on Netflix. But she’d been extremely careful not to touch him and their conversations hadn’t gone beyond anything other than talk about the shows they were watching.
No, the tension wasn’t anger. It was sexual, and both of them were going crazy because of it.
He sighed and rubbed his thigh again. His knee was feeling better today, despite being manipulated for the MRI and there was a small part of him that was feeling some semblance of hope that maybe he hadn’t completely fucked it up.
Of course, in the last twenty-four hours, he hadn’t even really cared about his knee. All he could think about was Kira and getting her naked. Sucking on her nipples and touching her wet pussy until she came all over his fingers.
Would she cry his name when she came? Fuck, he hoped so. Wanted her to. Needed her to.