her feet.
“Exactly. You’ve got a pretty bad sprain at a minimum, could be worse than that. And unfortunately I don’t have any crutches. So unless I held you up in it, I’m afraid a shower would be pretty difficult,” he said as a playful smile spread across his face.
She was surprised as she found herself wanting to take him up on his offer. What the hell was she thinking? She didn’t know this man. Hell, she didn’t even know herself.
“A bath it is then,” he said as he stood up from the bed. He smiled and blushed slightly as he caught the double-take she did when he stood. He never wore a shirt to bed, ever. When she turned to thank him for the bath, her mouth dropped as she took in the specter of his torso – the smooth plains of his chest reaching down to join with the chiseled six-pack, no, make that eight-pack, abs. She couldn’t stop gaping at him as he crossed the room. The face, his face was beautiful. His body, well that was something that was just begging to be ravished. Holy criminy, was he for real? To have somebody like that close enough to touch. It was all she could do to keep from drooling onto the bed. It didn’t get any better after he passed her either, because then she caught a glimpse of the round ass hiding under the pajama bottoms. Holy shit, did his beauty ever end? Was there anything about him that wasn’t perfect? She shivered slightly as she thought about what was dangling on the front side of that beautiful ass. I’m sure that’s perfect, too, she thought.
She heard the water as it began flowing into the tub. After a few minutes, he emerged from the bathroom and walked to the edge of the bed. He kind of appeared confused, unsure of what he was going to do next. He quickly made his decision though, “Wrap the sheet around you. I’ll carry you into the bathroom,” he said.
“Carry me? Why? Can’t I hobble into the bathroom?” she said.
“We can try, but I don’t think that ankle is going to support any weight at all.”
She wrapped the sheet around and made her way to the edge of the bed on her knees, flinching every time she moved her left leg. She held her hand out to him, which he grabbed with one of his. He moved to wrap his other arm around her waist, pulling her tight to him. They both felt the heat that ignited between the two of them, but both struggled to ignore it. She brought her right leg to the floor and slowly stood. The second her left foot made contact with the floor though, she knew. She hadn’t put any weight on it at all and still the pain shot through her body enough to make her groan and try to fall back on the bed. Before she could though, he moved swiftly, sliding his arm beneath her knees and scooping her into his arms. “I thought so,” he said as he smiled at the surprised look on her face. How was he lifting her so effortlessly? I mean, she definitely wasn’t overweight, but it’s not like she weighed nothing at all. Yet he carried her like she was light as a feather. She could feel the biceps on his arms bulging as they enveloped her. And those abs, oh my God those abs. The abs that she had admired from across the room were pressing into her side. Her breast was pressing into his chest as his pecs flexed when he held her. Thank God there was the sheet between them, she thought. She could only guess what this would feel like without it – and that made her heart race. His eyes danced at her and a smirk ran across his face, almost like he was thinking the same thing.
He carried her into the bathroom and she gasped as she looked around. He grinned back at her, “Pretty nice, isn’t it? It’s my favorite room in the house, well, after my bedroom that is,” he said playfully. The blush spread from her head to her toes. Suddenly it dawned on her, the situation they were in. “Ummm, how are we going to do this?” she said as she tried to think things through.
“Well,” he began as he sat on the edge of the tub with her on his lap, “First of all,