Like the finest sheen of sweat has decorated her.
“Ryker? You good?” she asked, her brows high as she raised her head and stared at me.
I jolted into motion. “Yeah.” I swallowed. “All good.” I walked over to her bed, bowl held low again. I climbed onto the other side of the bed. Wrenched my long legs into the crossed-legged position. Willow’s leg I’m working on needs to stay as straight as possible. If it bends or dips down, that’s where all the fluid will pool.
I scooched up until my knees nestled against her hip and her knee. The bowl went against her far hip and I started again at her toes. The old lotion had congealed slightly in the cooler air, but as soon as I added the warmer lotion, it beaded up, ready to be used.
Grams. Grams. Grams.
Gams. Gams. Gams.
Fuck, Willow has the sexiest legs I think I’ve ever seen. Like the women from the 1950s, her ankles are narrow and slim. From there, the slight swell of her calves blossoms before dipping in for her knees. Then it was all flowering flesh from knees to hips. Her hips and ass…I was in hell while touching heaven.
I struggled not to rush. To get to her thighs so I could hear her moan as my hands moved over her flesh. I resorted to counting. Ten long seconds to get from toes to just over her ankle. Twenty times each.
Fifteen seconds to trail from ankle to knee. Her skin was still mottled, but the healthy glow of the surface had me biting my lip. I wanted to trail my tongue up her skin. Taste her everywhere.
One day. Hopefully, one day fucking soon, I’d get to. It was either that or go fucking insane.
Finally, her leg from knee down was done. I was back at the gates of Valhalla. Standing outside, hoping for a glimpse beyond the gate.
The breath backed up in my chest as I gathered her flesh in my hands. As I leaned forward to roll it up and out to her hip bone, I made the mistake of looking up into her face.
Lust, so rich and thick I could practically taste it, pulled at her face. Her lips were swollen as if she’d been biting at them. Pink rode her cheeks. They brought out the sparkle in her eyes as her pupils blew out.
My fingers gripped instead of rolled.
Her eyes fluttered while her body rippled under my hands as a moan lifted from her mouth. Her hand landed on my thigh. On another moan, her nails sank into the denim and flesh.
Sweet pain sparked through my mind. Without thought, I pushed my thigh up against her hand. Deepened the pressure of her nails against me.
We stayed there for long moments. Long enough that my lungs started pleading for oxygen. I inhaled so quickly, I let out a low whistle.
She dropped her hand from my leg like I was a hot potato and she was allergic to starch.
I rocked back, sat up straight. My hands no longer touched her body. They hovered somewhere over her belly. Two sides of my mind fought a vicious and bloody battle.
The good side must have won because I let them fall back into my lap instead of on her. I closed my eyes, breathed in through my nose and out through my mouth until I could no longer feel my heartbeat in my ears.
“Holy fucking cannoli,” she breathed.
I chuckled. “Yeah. It wasn’t ever like that with Grams.”
We both paused as my words settled on the air around us.
As if on some signal, we both burst into laughter. I fell back, my head tipping off the side of the bed as huge gusts of emotion poured through me. Not quite the release I had in mind, but it would do for now. I’d done it. I’d been a nice friend. Surely, I was up to like ninety points for this. Hell, maybe even ninety-five.
“What the hell is going on?” Tali said from the door. Her voice was ice cold and her brothers all stood behind her. Rage in their eyes.
Well fuck.
Chapter 25 – Willow
I hurried to sit up. My body was mostly mush, so it took a hot minute. I grabbed onto Ryker’s leg to help.
He shoved me away like I was a leper.
I fell back against the pillows.
“Minus five points,” I said under my breath. “Jerk.”
He sighed, reached over and helped me sit. “Can I have them back now?”
I narrowed my eyes at him.