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A copious amount of groaning and cursing later, he successfully makes it to the bathroom and back to bed.
“Now, you’re going to hate me. I need to change your bandages.” I have everything arranged on the nightstand.
“Okay, on one condition.” His blue eyes sparkle over a smile teasing up the corner of his full lips. “I want you topless.”
Heat flushes across my cheeks. “Sam, I—”
“Baby,” his voice drops. His thumb brushes against my burning lips. “Your breasts could cure cancer. I’ll be so distracted by them, I won’t feel a thing.”
He’s sitting on the edge of the bed and he motions with both of his hands, encouraging me to take off my shirt.
Well, it is dirty.
“Good girl,” he murmurs as the soiled garment hits the floor.
My nipples harden in the cool air and I feel a rush of heat into my stomach.
His nostrils flare and he leans forward. “Oh, yes, that smell is distracting, too. Fucking intoxicating.” He holds out his arm for me to remove the first bandage.
Grabbing the corner of the tape, I start peeling it back. It tugs every arm hair as I do, but I can’t just jerk it. I could open up his wound again.
So, I get to watch the corner of his eye tick every few pulls, and sometimes his cheek twitches. That’s when his gaze flickers to my chest and he smiles again.
“Tell me why I hear so many people milling around outside,” he says. I’ve nearly removed his first bandage.
What the hell? The wound on his arm is almost completely healed. This one wasn’t as bad as the others, but he did have open lacerations and long scratches. They’re completely closed over and fresh perfect skin now extends nearly across his arm. Not even a scar. There are only a few small spots that still show signs of injury, but they’re closed and look more like papercuts.
“That doesn’t look that bad. An awful big bandage for a tiny scratch.” He gives me a lopsided grin and rotates his wrist to look at both sides of his forearm.
“It was much bigger yesterday. You had long nasty lacerations that ran the length of your arm.” I’m completely perplexed.
“I’m not surprised,” he says nonchalantly. “I have left marks on your neck that should have lasted for days, but you are always perfect every morning. I think it’s a perk of the virus.” He looks back up at me, idly scratching his two day growth of blond whiskers.
“And the people?” he prompts.
I’m still flustered at this miraculous healing revelation, so it takes me a second to catch up to his question. “A captain from the National Guard called me yesterday. They’re desperate for medical staff, so he asked if I could help treat their wounded.”
“Okay, why are theyhere,though?”
I meet his eyes. “There wasn’t a chance in hell I was leaving, so they brought a med tent here. And,” I add with a grin, “a written exemption from the Governor’s office so I can work on people.”
“Good. I know you love your career. It’s a win-win. You get to save the love of your life, and your license.” His hot palm cups my cheek as he pulls me close, his lips soft against mine in a lingering kiss.
“The love of my life, huh?” I ask him as he pulls away. There’s no hiding my pounding heart.
Shrugging, he moves his shoulder bandage closer to me. “Tell me I’m wrong.” His dark blond hair falls across his eyes as he watches me silently begin peeling the tape from his chest.
When I don’t answer, I can see his teeth flash in a broad smile. “See, I was right.”
“Cocky much?” I tease. I can feel the smile dancing across my lips.
Grabbing my hand, he moves it quickly to press against his crotch. His boxers are stretched by his hard length that he guides my hand up and down. “Yes, my cock loves you, too,” he growls.
I can’t help myself. I wrap my fingers around him and continue to stroke, a bead of precum soaking through the thin fabric. “You feel good for someone who was nearly dead just a few hours ago.”
“I can assure you, I am very much alive. And willing to prove it.” Large hands grab my hips, and he drags me onto his lap.
He only winces a second when he slides me over his injured thigh, but I still catch it.