head now stood there in her black sports bra. “Lie down.”
“How did you…? Ah, I’m gonna kill mi hermano !” Mick grumbled sarcastically as she lay back on the cot, thinking up ways to torture her brother. She said nothing as she watched Isabella, who was blatantly staring at her breasts. Mick’s heart raced and she blushed horribly as her nipples hardened under Isabella’s scrutiny. The doctor shook her head quickly and concentrated on the wound.
“Why did you not come to me?”
“I don’t know...”
“You could have gotten an infection. Why?”
“I don’t know.”
Isabella closed her eyes and mumbled in Spanish. “If you say I don’t know one more time…”
“I-I didn’t want to worry you. It was only a scratch and I’ve had a tetanus shot so… I’m sorry, Isabella. Is that why you are so angry?”
Isabella said nothing as she gently took the bandage away. It was a small wound; not even needing stitches. “Do you have medical supplies?”
“In the back, on the little desk.”
After retrieving the first-aid box, she sat on the edge of the cot and dressed the wound. “Answer my question. Why are you so angry?” Mick asked quietly.
“I-I do not want to see you, anyone, hurt because of this,” Isabella said, avoiding her eyes and trying to avoid her racing heart. Her hands innocently brushed Mick’s breast and she flinched involuntarily. “Did I hurt you?”
“Nope, nope…” Mick said, pursing her lips together. Her body was on fire from the mere touch of this woman.
“Let me check your hand while I am here,” Isabella said and gently unwrapped the bandaged hand, which was a bit swollen and discolored. Mick flexed it and the doctor was satisfied that nothing was broken. She wrapped it in a lighter bandage, leaving Mick’s fingers free as she wriggled them and nodded her thanks.
For some reason, seeing this woman in pain bothered her. Tears sprang to her eyes and Mick quickly sat up.
“Isabella, please,” she begged in a soft voice as Isabella hid her face in her hands. “What is it?”
Isabella shook her head, but the tears flowed down her lovely cheeks. “I cannot bear to see you in pain,” she blurted out and Mick blinked a few times.
“I’m okay…”
Isabella started to get angry again. The native tongue started. Mick chuckled and waited for the tantrum to finish. She then put her hand gently over the angry mouth. “Whoa, whoa. Good grief, if you’re gonna be mad at me, at least yell at me in English,” she chided gently.
Isabella felt the warm hand against her lips and the blood coursing through her veins. “What is happening? I do not know.”
“Don’t you?” Mick whispered and swallowed. She gently traced her fingertips against the soft lips. “Isabella…” she whispered helplessly and if drawn to each other like moths to a flame, their lips met in a scorching kiss.
Both women moaned openly as their bodies trembled. Isabella found her hands traveling up Mick’s torso; her fingers burning as she felt the soft firm breasts hidden by the soft fabric of Mick’s bra.
Mick growled and deepened her kiss, her tongue lightly flicking across Isabella’s soft full lips. Then, quickly she realized what was happening and she pulled back, breathlessly. Isabella’s eyes fluttered open and Mick was shocked to see the look of wanton desire in the amber depths.
“Mick, Mick,” she pleaded softly and wrapped her arms around Mick’s neck.
Mick clung to her and reveled in the soft murmuring words. Then Isabella quickly pulled back. Mick thought she would be embarrassed so Mick took the high road. “I’m sorry. I never should have let that happen, Isabella,” Mick said. She quickly stood and hastily slipped on her tank top. She ran her fingers through her hair and turned to see Isabella smiling slightly. “Once again I’ve made an ass out of myself. I am so sorry. I know we’ve kissed and well, I…”
Isabella walked over to her, grinning. “Mick,
“How did you…? Ah, I’m gonna kill mi hermano !” Mick grumbled sarcastically as she lay back on the cot, thinking up ways to torture her brother. She said nothing as she watched Isabella, who was blatantly staring at her breasts. Mick’s heart raced and she blushed horribly as her nipples hardened under Isabella’s scrutiny. The doctor shook her head quickly and concentrated on the wound.
“Why did you not come to me?”
“I don’t know...”
“You could have gotten an infection. Why?”
“I don’t know.”
Isabella closed her eyes and mumbled in Spanish. “If you say I don’t know one more time…”
“I-I didn’t want to worry you. It was only a scratch and I’ve had a tetanus shot so… I’m sorry, Isabella. Is that why you are so angry?”
Isabella said nothing as she gently took the bandage away. It was a small wound; not even needing stitches. “Do you have medical supplies?”
“In the back, on the little desk.”
After retrieving the first-aid box, she sat on the edge of the cot and dressed the wound. “Answer my question. Why are you so angry?” Mick asked quietly.
“I-I do not want to see you, anyone, hurt because of this,” Isabella said, avoiding her eyes and trying to avoid her racing heart. Her hands innocently brushed Mick’s breast and she flinched involuntarily. “Did I hurt you?”
“Nope, nope…” Mick said, pursing her lips together. Her body was on fire from the mere touch of this woman.
“Let me check your hand while I am here,” Isabella said and gently unwrapped the bandaged hand, which was a bit swollen and discolored. Mick flexed it and the doctor was satisfied that nothing was broken. She wrapped it in a lighter bandage, leaving Mick’s fingers free as she wriggled them and nodded her thanks.
For some reason, seeing this woman in pain bothered her. Tears sprang to her eyes and Mick quickly sat up.
“Isabella, please,” she begged in a soft voice as Isabella hid her face in her hands. “What is it?”
Isabella shook her head, but the tears flowed down her lovely cheeks. “I cannot bear to see you in pain,” she blurted out and Mick blinked a few times.
“I’m okay…”
Isabella started to get angry again. The native tongue started. Mick chuckled and waited for the tantrum to finish. She then put her hand gently over the angry mouth. “Whoa, whoa. Good grief, if you’re gonna be mad at me, at least yell at me in English,” she chided gently.
Isabella felt the warm hand against her lips and the blood coursing through her veins. “What is happening? I do not know.”
“Don’t you?” Mick whispered and swallowed. She gently traced her fingertips against the soft lips. “Isabella…” she whispered helplessly and if drawn to each other like moths to a flame, their lips met in a scorching kiss.
Both women moaned openly as their bodies trembled. Isabella found her hands traveling up Mick’s torso; her fingers burning as she felt the soft firm breasts hidden by the soft fabric of Mick’s bra.
Mick growled and deepened her kiss, her tongue lightly flicking across Isabella’s soft full lips. Then, quickly she realized what was happening and she pulled back, breathlessly. Isabella’s eyes fluttered open and Mick was shocked to see the look of wanton desire in the amber depths.
“Mick, Mick,” she pleaded softly and wrapped her arms around Mick’s neck.
Mick clung to her and reveled in the soft murmuring words. Then Isabella quickly pulled back. Mick thought she would be embarrassed so Mick took the high road. “I’m sorry. I never should have let that happen, Isabella,” Mick said. She quickly stood and hastily slipped on her tank top. She ran her fingers through her hair and turned to see Isabella smiling slightly. “Once again I’ve made an ass out of myself. I am so sorry. I know we’ve kissed and well, I…”
Isabella walked over to her, grinning. “Mick,
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