Rock Me Deeper (Licks of Leather #5) - Jenna Jacob Page 0,54
a nightgown or something?”
“I just met them. I’m not going to ask to borrow their clothes.”
“You should have said something to me. I would have done it for you.”
“Syd. I don’t—”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. Damn stubborn woman,” I tsked. “Did you ever think maybe I like doing things for you?”
“Why? You’ve already done so much.”
Because I’m a glutton for punishment.
“I care about you, angel. You deserve a shit-ton more than I’ve given you.” I clasped her hand and tugged her in between my legs, then rested my cheek against her stomach. “Instead of asking why, ask yourself why not.”
Caris stroked her fingers through my hair, like she did when we were young. Tingles danced over my scalp and sputtered down my spine. After working the button of her jeans free, I lifted the hem of her sweater and pressed a kiss to her soft, warm skin. Her muscles rippled and bunched beneath my lips as Caris sucked in a sharp breath and started to tremble. Lifting my lids, I stared up at her dark, dilated eyes. Oh, yeah, she felt the chemistry still burning between us, too.
“Take your clothes off, angel,” I coaxed in a husky voice. “And go back to sleep.”
“Do you want me to help you out of yours?”
“No. The next time I get naked with you, it’s going to be for more than a shower.”
Another shiver skipped through her, filling me with entirely too much hope. Though I wanted nothing more than to drag her beneath me, I eased back. And as a pang of regret wended through me, I slowly stretched out over the comforter again. Caris extinguished the lamp, quietly stripped off her clothes, and climbed back under the covers.
The pills did their job, numbing the pain and dragging me to inky oblivion. But they did nothing to dull the dirty dreams of Caris that danced in my brain the rest of the night.
When I woke next, the bed was empty. Sunlight was streaming through the windows, and my dick was so hard I could have pounded charcoal to diamonds. Stiff and sore, I stood, then padded to the bathroom. After taking a leak, I started to take off my clothes, which, with only one hand, was a lesson in patience and dexterity. After unwrapping the gauze and packing from my shoulder, I cringed at the nasty hole and ugly bruises coloring my skin. Then leaned in to start the shower.
“What in the world do you think you’re doing?” Caris scolded behind me.
With a jolt, I swung around—cock still swollen and bobbing for attention—and tried not to grin when her eyes automatically dropped and locked on my big, bad boner.
“Taking a shower. Want to join me? I’ll wash your back, front, and everywhere in between.”
Peeling her eyes off my junk, she pressed her lips in a thin, tight line. “No. I am not going to join you. You’re not supposed to take a shower or bathe for another two days.”
“Says who?”
“Says the doctor at the hospital last night.”
I hadn’t read the mile-long list of restrictions, but obviously Caris had.
“Do you have any idea how ripe I’m going to smell in two more days?”
“You can have a sponge bath, but… Dammit, Syd. Why did you take the bandages off?”
“To. Take. A. Shower.”
“Oh, my god. And you’ve got the balls to call me hardheaded? Back up,” she ordered, shooing me with her hands.
“You know I do. You were just staring at them, angel.”
“Move out of the way, Syd, so I can turn the water off.”
“What’s the magic word?”
Caris narrowed her eyes, like a hunter dragging back his bow, aligning a kill shot. Oh, she was prepping to sling arrows, several, in fact. But I didn’t care. I’d nearly forgotten how fun it was to rile her up. But to my chagrin, the little minx had a few surprises of her own. A sassy smirk curled her lips as she wrapped her soft, slender hand around my cock. My moan of pure delight was cut short as she gave my dick a hard, ball-shrinking tug.
“Ow, ow, ow. Okay, okay,” I said, dancing on the balls of my feet as she led me from the room and back to the bed.
“Sit and don’t move.”
“Yes, Mommy.” I smirked.
An unladylike growl rumbled up from deep in her chest as she stomped to the bathroom, turned off the shower, then stormed out of the bedroom.
When I heard her coming back down the hall, I started to whistle innocently. But when she entered