injury
itself.
Grabbing a
compression bandage, an icepack, and a couple of paracetamol, Luca
set about fixating the joint as best he could, knowing the drive
home would be painful; she’d need something stronger for the pain
but he’d have to get her home first.
CHAPTER
THREE
“Luca, I need a
shower” she whispered a couple hours after arriving home. The
painkillers had kicked in, she’d eaten half a sandwich and had
finally calmed down.
“That bandage
has to stay on Im. It can’t come off or the pain will kick back in”
he replied.
“But, I’m
sweaty, I won’t be able to get any sleep like this. If I toss and
turn all night, won’t it be worse for my foot anyway?” she
complained.
“Imogen, I’m
serious, the bandage stays, at least until tomorrow”.
“But, Luca…
please” she moaned.
Smiling, Luca
looked over to her and teased, “Nothing I can do Im, unless you’re
keen for a sponge bath”.
Rolling her
eyes, Imogen almost dismissed the notion before realising that was
Luca’s final offer. “Ok” she murmured quietly noticing the
mischievous glimmer in Luca's eyes as he once again swept her up
into his arms and whisked her to the bathroom.
“Wow, you’re
not wasting any time Luca” she laughed as he walked them into the
bathroom and sat her gently on the edge of the bath.
“I don’t want
you to change your mind” he smiled back, winking playfully in her
direction.
As the bathtub
filled, Luca moved quickly to grab Imogen’s body wash and a
flannel. Standing before her, he slowly pulled her up onto her
steady foot, resting her hands on his shoulders for support before
sliding her shorts and panties down her tight and toned legs.
Running his hands back up her body, he reached her waist before
pushing her back to her seated position on the edge of the bath.
Reaching for the hem of her lycra shirt, he ran his hands up her
torso taking the top with him as he gently pulled it from her
body.
Imogen’s eyes
locked with his; how could he make something as simple as a sponge
bath be so damned seductive? His eyes met hers and she felt herself
surrender to his intensity, could feel his energy drawing her in
and holding her pinned to his every word, touch, and movement.
Romance and sex
was always great with Luca—his confident and assured approach had
made her feel comfortable with him almost instantly. Even their
first time together, she’d felt his intensity and allowed herself
to be drawn into it. But tonight was different, the intensity was
there but the way he was touching her, holding her, caring for
her—it was overwhelming.
“Im, you ok?”
he spoke gently, “are you in pain?”
“No… yes…” she
stammered, before blushing and hiding her face from his.
“Oooh… you’re
blushing again Im… Care to tell me what you’re thinking about” he
teased, reaching around to unclasp her bra without so much as
breaking eye contact.
“No” she
replied shyly.
“Hmmm… that
hardly seems fair” he said, moving his eye contact to stare at her
mouth, before licking his lips and looking back at her.
“It’s just…
you… you’re different tonight” she replied, her eyes again falling
from his.
“Different,
how?” he asked hesitantly, before standing upright and pulling off
his shirt and shorts swiftly.
His muscled and
defined body left her speechless, his length already aroused and
widening as he stood and reached for her, lifting her into the
corner of the bath with her back up against the walls and lifting
her injured foot to rest on a towel on one side, effectively baring
her open to him.
Stepping into
the bath, he knelt before her before wetting the flannel and
coating it with the body wash. Starting from the toes of her
unaffected foot, he slowly made his way north to the tops of her
thighs, gently brushing his fingers across her mound before he
began to wash the next leg.
The wet cloth
hit her stomach next, his fingers moving slowly and purposely
around her
itself.
Grabbing a
compression bandage, an icepack, and a couple of paracetamol, Luca
set about fixating the joint as best he could, knowing the drive
home would be painful; she’d need something stronger for the pain
but he’d have to get her home first.
CHAPTER
THREE
“Luca, I need a
shower” she whispered a couple hours after arriving home. The
painkillers had kicked in, she’d eaten half a sandwich and had
finally calmed down.
“That bandage
has to stay on Im. It can’t come off or the pain will kick back in”
he replied.
“But, I’m
sweaty, I won’t be able to get any sleep like this. If I toss and
turn all night, won’t it be worse for my foot anyway?” she
complained.
“Imogen, I’m
serious, the bandage stays, at least until tomorrow”.
“But, Luca…
please” she moaned.
Smiling, Luca
looked over to her and teased, “Nothing I can do Im, unless you’re
keen for a sponge bath”.
Rolling her
eyes, Imogen almost dismissed the notion before realising that was
Luca’s final offer. “Ok” she murmured quietly noticing the
mischievous glimmer in Luca's eyes as he once again swept her up
into his arms and whisked her to the bathroom.
“Wow, you’re
not wasting any time Luca” she laughed as he walked them into the
bathroom and sat her gently on the edge of the bath.
“I don’t want
you to change your mind” he smiled back, winking playfully in her
direction.
As the bathtub
filled, Luca moved quickly to grab Imogen’s body wash and a
flannel. Standing before her, he slowly pulled her up onto her
steady foot, resting her hands on his shoulders for support before
sliding her shorts and panties down her tight and toned legs.
Running his hands back up her body, he reached her waist before
pushing her back to her seated position on the edge of the bath.
Reaching for the hem of her lycra shirt, he ran his hands up her
torso taking the top with him as he gently pulled it from her
body.
Imogen’s eyes
locked with his; how could he make something as simple as a sponge
bath be so damned seductive? His eyes met hers and she felt herself
surrender to his intensity, could feel his energy drawing her in
and holding her pinned to his every word, touch, and movement.
Romance and sex
was always great with Luca—his confident and assured approach had
made her feel comfortable with him almost instantly. Even their
first time together, she’d felt his intensity and allowed herself
to be drawn into it. But tonight was different, the intensity was
there but the way he was touching her, holding her, caring for
her—it was overwhelming.
“Im, you ok?”
he spoke gently, “are you in pain?”
“No… yes…” she
stammered, before blushing and hiding her face from his.
“Oooh… you’re
blushing again Im… Care to tell me what you’re thinking about” he
teased, reaching around to unclasp her bra without so much as
breaking eye contact.
“No” she
replied shyly.
“Hmmm… that
hardly seems fair” he said, moving his eye contact to stare at her
mouth, before licking his lips and looking back at her.
“It’s just…
you… you’re different tonight” she replied, her eyes again falling
from his.
“Different,
how?” he asked hesitantly, before standing upright and pulling off
his shirt and shorts swiftly.
His muscled and
defined body left her speechless, his length already aroused and
widening as he stood and reached for her, lifting her into the
corner of the bath with her back up against the walls and lifting
her injured foot to rest on a towel on one side, effectively baring
her open to him.
Stepping into
the bath, he knelt before her before wetting the flannel and
coating it with the body wash. Starting from the toes of her
unaffected foot, he slowly made his way north to the tops of her
thighs, gently brushing his fingers across her mound before he
began to wash the next leg.
The wet cloth
hit her stomach next, his fingers moving slowly and purposely
around her
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