computer while I made some coffee.
“We’ll leave in the morning. I need to rest for a while and we need to figure out a way to find Dante. We can start with the lists that Father emailed me earlier. I don’t really know how this is going to help , but it’s worth a shot. We don’t have anything else right now.” Radek ran a hand through his dark brown hair in frustration. Dust and debris fell when he disturbed it.
I followed his hand with my eyes. I liked the sight of his hair messy. A feeling of longing went through me. It made me want to put my hands through his hair and fix it for him.
I shrugged the feeling off. This was Val’s son, I reminded myself again. He was off limits. I explained it away as a letdown of adrenaline from being almost blown to pieces.
Speaking of being blown up, I noticed that he had cuts and bits of metal in his back. The scent of his blood was in the air. We should probably get cleaned up a bit.
“Dek, take off your shirt,” I blurted out. Well, that was a dumb thing to say, I thought.
He turned to me, raised an eyebrow and said, “Excuse me?”
I blushed. “You have shrapnel in your back and so do I. Let’s get cleaned up first, then we can get back to this.” I didn’t want to give him the wrong idea – or maybe it was the right idea. I was confused.
He took a moment, then what I’d said registered. I watched as the pain flashed across his face. He rolled his shoulders and grimaced. Seeing that made me think about how my own back felt like it was on fire.
“You know, I think that might be a good idea. Do you want me to work on you first?” he asked, turning his golden eyes on me.
I knew it would make him feel better to work on me first, so I agreed. My hoodie was easy to remove. The shirts took a little work, but soon I had them off.
He had retrieved the emergency kit from the bathroom. I laid on the couch so that he had easy access to the worst of the wounds on my back. His soft touch on my skin distracted me from the pain. The scent of his blood, sweat and just plain maleness was making my heart beat faster. I felt his hand trace the scars I knew were there, but couldn’t remember why. My breathing increased. I licked my suddenly dry lips. I wished he would just hurry so I could get control of myself.
“Where did you get these?” he asked in a hushed tone.
“I don’t remember,” I mumbled into my arm that was cushioning my head. It took all my strength not to turn over and kiss him. There was no way that he could miss what was going on in my mind. I could smell the lust coming off both of us.
“It looks like you were beaten.”
I could feel his breath on my skin. I shivered, and not from the cold. “It happened a long time ago, Dek. Just concentrate on the current wounds, please.” My voice was strained from fighting the urges I was experiencing.
“Sure, sorry,” he said absently.
I was breathing hard by the time he finished. He then put a salve over the wounds. I let out my breath, trying to calm myself.
“It doesn’t look too bad.” His voice had grown husky.
I was wondering if it had affected him as much as me. “Good,” I said.
He helped me to get back up and put my shirts back on. It was his turn now. He took off his shirt an d laid down in the spot I’d vacated. He cushioned his head with his hands and buried his face in the pillow.
I took a moment to look at the perfect muscles of his back and shoulders. They were well defined, even covered in blood. I was just itching to run my hands along the planes of his back. I got myself under control and tried to focus only on the injuries. There was a rather large cut in his lower right back, just above his hip bone. I decided to start there. I first pulled his pants down, away from the wound. I saw and heard him take a ragged breath. I really didn’t want to think about it. I took deep breaths, trying to keep the beating of my heart under control, knowing he could hear it as I could hear
“We’ll leave in the morning. I need to rest for a while and we need to figure out a way to find Dante. We can start with the lists that Father emailed me earlier. I don’t really know how this is going to help , but it’s worth a shot. We don’t have anything else right now.” Radek ran a hand through his dark brown hair in frustration. Dust and debris fell when he disturbed it.
I followed his hand with my eyes. I liked the sight of his hair messy. A feeling of longing went through me. It made me want to put my hands through his hair and fix it for him.
I shrugged the feeling off. This was Val’s son, I reminded myself again. He was off limits. I explained it away as a letdown of adrenaline from being almost blown to pieces.
Speaking of being blown up, I noticed that he had cuts and bits of metal in his back. The scent of his blood was in the air. We should probably get cleaned up a bit.
“Dek, take off your shirt,” I blurted out. Well, that was a dumb thing to say, I thought.
He turned to me, raised an eyebrow and said, “Excuse me?”
I blushed. “You have shrapnel in your back and so do I. Let’s get cleaned up first, then we can get back to this.” I didn’t want to give him the wrong idea – or maybe it was the right idea. I was confused.
He took a moment, then what I’d said registered. I watched as the pain flashed across his face. He rolled his shoulders and grimaced. Seeing that made me think about how my own back felt like it was on fire.
“You know, I think that might be a good idea. Do you want me to work on you first?” he asked, turning his golden eyes on me.
I knew it would make him feel better to work on me first, so I agreed. My hoodie was easy to remove. The shirts took a little work, but soon I had them off.
He had retrieved the emergency kit from the bathroom. I laid on the couch so that he had easy access to the worst of the wounds on my back. His soft touch on my skin distracted me from the pain. The scent of his blood, sweat and just plain maleness was making my heart beat faster. I felt his hand trace the scars I knew were there, but couldn’t remember why. My breathing increased. I licked my suddenly dry lips. I wished he would just hurry so I could get control of myself.
“Where did you get these?” he asked in a hushed tone.
“I don’t remember,” I mumbled into my arm that was cushioning my head. It took all my strength not to turn over and kiss him. There was no way that he could miss what was going on in my mind. I could smell the lust coming off both of us.
“It looks like you were beaten.”
I could feel his breath on my skin. I shivered, and not from the cold. “It happened a long time ago, Dek. Just concentrate on the current wounds, please.” My voice was strained from fighting the urges I was experiencing.
“Sure, sorry,” he said absently.
I was breathing hard by the time he finished. He then put a salve over the wounds. I let out my breath, trying to calm myself.
“It doesn’t look too bad.” His voice had grown husky.
I was wondering if it had affected him as much as me. “Good,” I said.
He helped me to get back up and put my shirts back on. It was his turn now. He took off his shirt an d laid down in the spot I’d vacated. He cushioned his head with his hands and buried his face in the pillow.
I took a moment to look at the perfect muscles of his back and shoulders. They were well defined, even covered in blood. I was just itching to run my hands along the planes of his back. I got myself under control and tried to focus only on the injuries. There was a rather large cut in his lower right back, just above his hip bone. I decided to start there. I first pulled his pants down, away from the wound. I saw and heard him take a ragged breath. I really didn’t want to think about it. I took deep breaths, trying to keep the beating of my heart under control, knowing he could hear it as I could hear
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