Split at the Seams by Yolanda Sfetsos Page A

don’t need anything else, but this.” He dropped his hands from my bare skin and pulled out a small tube from his back pocket.
    “What is it?”
    “I’m not sure, but after I told him what had happened, the old man brought it over when he stopped by. He said it would help.”
    “How did he know what would help, when we don’t even know what attacked me?”
    Papan shrugged. “How about I just put some on?”
    “You don’t have to do that.”
    “I want to.” Papan was already unscrewing the top off the tube and had some of the green ointment on his fingertips.
    When he dabbed it on my skin, I felt as if he’d placed a little bit of ice on my shoulder. It soothed away the itchiness almost instantly, and then settled enough to numb away the entire area. The sensitivity faded and I couldn’t help but moan a little.
    “It feels good, huh?”
    I looked at Papan in the mirror and nodded. I watched as he placed the tube on the sink and pressed the front of his body a little closer to mine. I leaned back to encourage him, enough for his face to lean closer to my unwounded shoulder. His mouth hovered over my skin and I could feel his warm breath rouse gooseflesh all over my body. When he kissed my skin, I tilted my head to the side, giving him enough access to kiss a line up and down the side of my neck as my pulse quickened so much I felt like my legs were going to give out beneath me.
    “You taste nice, Foxy Lady.” I caught the shine of his green eyes in the mirror, and the dimples on his cheeks. His left hand moved up and down my side, reaching my jeaned hip and then rising up the side of my waist before he stopped just below my breast.
    I held my breath, waiting for his touch. Even beneath my bra, I could feel the heat of his hand as he covered it entirely and squeezed. My nipples reacted instantly. He stopped kissing me enough to smile that cheeky grin, the one that had taunted me for so long. I closed my eyes for a second, enjoying the feel of him against me, his lips now on my jaw and his hand still over my breast.
    “Papan.” A soft whisper, filled with the desire he stirred inside me, slid between my parted lips. Heat pooled between my legs, intensifying when I felt his erection at my back.
    “Foxy Lady,” he said into my ear, dropping his hand from my breast.
    I opened my eyes and found him placing the square bit of bandage I’d left on the sink over my broken skin. He pressed the tape against it.
    I swung around, causing his hands to fall away but staying as close to him as I could. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, which was now a little harder to do because he was so tall and my shoulder felt rigid. It didn’t seem to bother him. His gaze never left mine as he lowered his face closer to mine.
    An electric buzz stung my lips as soon as our mouths connected, but I didn’t move away. I’d wanted this for so long, and it felt nothing like the only other time we’d kissed. That day in his office, when he surprised me and then let me go just as quickly, had almost felt like a test. As if he’d wondered what it would feel like to kiss me, had a taste and then drew away. He didn’t do that this time.
    Now, his hands went to my butt and pulled me closer against him, until his erection was pressed tight between us, pressing against my stomach.
    As our mouths moved together, it felt like the most natural thing in the world. When the tip of his tongue parted my lips, I opened up and almost collapsed against him when our tongues collided. His breathing was getting as ragged as mine and my blood rushed in my ears. All I wanted to do was rip his clothes off and have him do the same to me. I wanted our bodies naked, together, and to have him inside me.
    He groaned, leaving my mouth just long enough to lift my butt onto the sink. I wrapped my legs around his hips and he returned to kiss me, even wilder than before. As if we wanted to devour each other. I lost my hands in his longish, blond hair and felt