on my ass and I grin. I
continue tracing it with my fingertips and push up to kiss his chin.
“So
you’re not just a pretty face,” I remark sarcastically.
“No,
that’s you, babe. You’ve got the pretty face.”
“I’m
so not your type.” I roll off him and run my hands down my face.
“What
the fuck does that mean?”
Will
rolls on top of me and glares down at me, pissed off.
“It
just means that I’m not what most athletes would go for. I’m not tall, blonde
and leggy. I’m not arm candy. I’m a rocker chick-turned-nurse. I’m no one
special.”
With
each word coming out of my mouth I’m pissing him off more.
Why?
It’s just the truth.
“Have
you heard a word I’ve told you? You are exactly my type. Physically and
emotionally. I love this sweet body of yours. I love your dirty mouth. Aside
from your crazy hours, I’m proud as fuck of you for being an awesome nurse and
friend to those kids of yours. I don’t care what anyone says, you are who I
want.”
He
cups my face in his hands. “You are what I want. Just you.”
“I
didn’t mean to piss you off, I just…”
“You
didn’t just piss me off, honey. You put yourself down, and hurt my feelings.
Trust me, if you didn’t interest me, you wouldn’t be here.”
I
run my fingers down his face and smile up at him gently. “Okay.”
“Now,
I’m hungry.”
“Kitchen
sex?” I ask excitedly as he pulls me to my feet and tosses one of his jerseys
at me.
“Food
first, then yes, if you’re good, I’ll let you have your way with me on the
kitchen counter.”
“Yes!”
* * *
“I
never realized how messy kitchen sex is,” I murmur and watch Will fiddle with
the shower heads, lowering them so they don’t hit me in the face.
His
shower is massive. We could easily host the entire offensive line in here.
“That’s
better, come on.” He takes my hand and pulls me gently into the shower. Oh,
God, the hot water feels amazing. I glance down to see the remnants of ice
cream and chocolate syrup get washed down the drain.
“Here,
it’s your fault that I’m sticky. You wash me.” I hand him a washcloth and he
lathers it up with my body wash. “Hey, when did my body wash show up here?”
“I
bought it to keep here. I’m hoping you’ll be staying here a lot, at least when
I’m home.” He smiles down at me and warmth spreads through me. “Of course,
you’re welcome here even when I’m not home.”
“I’m
happy to stay when you’re home. It seems silly to stay here when you’re gone,
given that my place is less than twenty minutes from here. We’ll have to put
some of your things at my place too, in case we end up there.”
He
jerks me against him and kisses me roughly.
“Hey!
I’m not clean. Let’s get clean before we get dirty again.”
He
laughs down at me and finishes cleaning us both off, and then we take turns
rinsing the suds off our bodies.
Will
wraps me in a large bath sheet, warm from a towel warmer. “You’re going to
spoil me, Montgomery.”
“Good.”
He kisses my forehead and wraps a towel around his waist. “Let’s go back to
bed.”
“My
hair is wet.”
He
frowns at my hair for a second. “Wait here.”
He
marches out of the bathroom and I hear cabinet doors banging and then he’s back
with a blow dryer. “Jules left this here a few months ago. She probably has ten
of them.”
He
plugs the blow dryer in and motions for me to stand in front of him, and he
systematically blows my hair dry.
Well,
shit. No man has ever done that before.
I
meet his eyes in the mirror and he smiles contentedly, then concentrates again
on my hair. When it’s dry, he turns off the dryer and lays it on the countertop
to cool.
“Bed.”
Chapter Ten
“Wake
up, sweetheart.”
Will
brushes my hair off my face and kisses my cheek.
“Hmph.”
“I
have to go, babe, I need you to wake up.”
Go?
I
open my eyes and take in the pretty. God, he’s a nice way to wake up.
continue tracing it with my fingertips and push up to kiss his chin.
“So
you’re not just a pretty face,” I remark sarcastically.
“No,
that’s you, babe. You’ve got the pretty face.”
“I’m
so not your type.” I roll off him and run my hands down my face.
“What
the fuck does that mean?”
Will
rolls on top of me and glares down at me, pissed off.
“It
just means that I’m not what most athletes would go for. I’m not tall, blonde
and leggy. I’m not arm candy. I’m a rocker chick-turned-nurse. I’m no one
special.”
With
each word coming out of my mouth I’m pissing him off more.
Why?
It’s just the truth.
“Have
you heard a word I’ve told you? You are exactly my type. Physically and
emotionally. I love this sweet body of yours. I love your dirty mouth. Aside
from your crazy hours, I’m proud as fuck of you for being an awesome nurse and
friend to those kids of yours. I don’t care what anyone says, you are who I
want.”
He
cups my face in his hands. “You are what I want. Just you.”
“I
didn’t mean to piss you off, I just…”
“You
didn’t just piss me off, honey. You put yourself down, and hurt my feelings.
Trust me, if you didn’t interest me, you wouldn’t be here.”
I
run my fingers down his face and smile up at him gently. “Okay.”
“Now,
I’m hungry.”
“Kitchen
sex?” I ask excitedly as he pulls me to my feet and tosses one of his jerseys
at me.
“Food
first, then yes, if you’re good, I’ll let you have your way with me on the
kitchen counter.”
“Yes!”
* * *
“I
never realized how messy kitchen sex is,” I murmur and watch Will fiddle with
the shower heads, lowering them so they don’t hit me in the face.
His
shower is massive. We could easily host the entire offensive line in here.
“That’s
better, come on.” He takes my hand and pulls me gently into the shower. Oh,
God, the hot water feels amazing. I glance down to see the remnants of ice
cream and chocolate syrup get washed down the drain.
“Here,
it’s your fault that I’m sticky. You wash me.” I hand him a washcloth and he
lathers it up with my body wash. “Hey, when did my body wash show up here?”
“I
bought it to keep here. I’m hoping you’ll be staying here a lot, at least when
I’m home.” He smiles down at me and warmth spreads through me. “Of course,
you’re welcome here even when I’m not home.”
“I’m
happy to stay when you’re home. It seems silly to stay here when you’re gone,
given that my place is less than twenty minutes from here. We’ll have to put
some of your things at my place too, in case we end up there.”
He
jerks me against him and kisses me roughly.
“Hey!
I’m not clean. Let’s get clean before we get dirty again.”
He
laughs down at me and finishes cleaning us both off, and then we take turns
rinsing the suds off our bodies.
Will
wraps me in a large bath sheet, warm from a towel warmer. “You’re going to
spoil me, Montgomery.”
“Good.”
He kisses my forehead and wraps a towel around his waist. “Let’s go back to
bed.”
“My
hair is wet.”
He
frowns at my hair for a second. “Wait here.”
He
marches out of the bathroom and I hear cabinet doors banging and then he’s back
with a blow dryer. “Jules left this here a few months ago. She probably has ten
of them.”
He
plugs the blow dryer in and motions for me to stand in front of him, and he
systematically blows my hair dry.
Well,
shit. No man has ever done that before.
I
meet his eyes in the mirror and he smiles contentedly, then concentrates again
on my hair. When it’s dry, he turns off the dryer and lays it on the countertop
to cool.
“Bed.”
Chapter Ten
“Wake
up, sweetheart.”
Will
brushes my hair off my face and kisses my cheek.
“Hmph.”
“I
have to go, babe, I need you to wake up.”
Go?
I
open my eyes and take in the pretty. God, he’s a nice way to wake up.
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