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He sighs dramatically. “Okaaaay. If we have to.”
I help him sit up, then figure I should get some wet, soapy towels and do a quick sponge bath kinda thing before helping him to the bathroom. He probably won’t fit in my shower, and he can’t stand up on a wet, slippery tile floor on one leg. Maybe he could sit on the ledge of the tub, where I usually keep my bath salts and candles? I hurry to the bathroom, letting light spill into the room from the open door.
“Ingrid? You good?”
“I’m great.” And I realize I am. I feel amazing. Physically amazing and emotionally happy, if a little confused. I don’t just walk to the bathroom, I strut, half-naked and absolutely sure his eyes are fixated on my ass. I may put a little extra sway in my walk, and my ego swells.
“Hot damn, woman. No one should be allowed to walk like that in front of a man on crutches. I can’t get over there and grab a handful as fast as I want.”
“Well, I’ll be right back, and you can grab some then,” I tease. That was good. So intimate. And this feels... natural. There’s laughter and lust and— No. I feel like that’s enough L-words for now.
I also feel like whatever inhibitions I was carrying got screamed out of me. I feel sexy. That’s not something I usually feel, and I think I like it.
“I think I’ll be okay in the shower,” King says suddenly.
When I return, I see he is on his feet (well, one foot) and leaning against the wall. In the light from the bathroom and hall, his erection is not just a bulge, it’s a mountain.
He didn’t ask for help with it.
But I suddenlywantto help with it. I picture us, wet and soapy, my hands on his cock.
“Nurse Ingrid is here to give you a sponge bath,” I say with a wink.
“Um.”
Fuck, he’s so adorable when he looks sexy, tousled, and nervous.
“What if I help you into the shower?” I say. “I think you’re too tall to stand under the shower head, but it detaches. There’s a nice, wide ledge at the back of the tub. I can move all my shampoo bottles and stuff and put a towel there so you can sit.”
“That’s not necessary.”
I sashay over and lean with him, my wet washcloth gently easing over his face. My free hand glides down his chest and stops at his waistband. “I’m thinking about how my hands would feel wrapped around you. All warm, and wet, and soapy...”
“Mm!” His startled noise is one of pure, pent-up longing.
“Would you let me make you come?” I whisper, my voice deliberately seductive. I have no idea who I am or what I’m doing right now, but I like it. I tell myself I can figure out how sexy, confident, Orc-fucking Ingrid fits into my life in the morning.
“No, you don’t have to. I didn’t do that to get anything back,” King whispers, shaking his head.
“I know. That’s why I really, really want to explore you, like you explored me.” I flutter my lashes and watch him melt. “You stay here, I’ll get the shower ready.”
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Chapter Fourteen: King and Ingrid
Ithink this is what real relationships must be like. Scared dogs and storms, frozen pizza, tank tops, and messy hair.
Like home and happiness, where perfection doesn't matter, and oddly enough, that makes it feel so good. So right.
Like your special person helping you when you’re sick, her hands on you, undressing you, taking off the immobilizer with expert hands, neither of you speaking until you’re sitting on a fluffy green towel in a steamy shower, and you realize she’s getting in, too.
Ingrid kneels in front of me, messy bun repinned in a clip, her curves shrouded in steam as she stares into my eyes.
I want to say something clever. Something sweet. Something about how I want this to be real, forever, for always, and I already know it. “You spoil me.”
“I think it’s mutual,” she says, and her hands coast down my chest, leaving slippery trails of luscious-smelling bodywash over me.
This is just the start. My days could be filled with spoiling her, with doing the little things that make her happy, and that (selfishly) would make me happy.