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“Hold my arm out a bit and slide my sleeve off it.”
He did as I asked, moving at a snail’s pace, but even then, the pain became unbearable in moments, and I had to hold my breath. All of my anger slipped away when his hands touched my skin. I shouldn’t feel so aroused, but I couldn’t control my instincts when he was around.
At last, the shirt was off, which left me in jeans and a lacy black bra.
“That guy wasn’t wrong, princess. You have an amazing body. It drives me nuts when other fuckers are looking at your perfect ass,” he whispered, leaning down to gently kiss my neck. A mere peck.
He stepped to my front and studied my side. “You have a nasty bruise forming. You need to get it checked out,” he said grimly.
I held on to his arms then because I had to touch him. My mind was clouded with desire. He planted another kiss on my forehead and slowly pulled me in an embrace, one hand sliding down over my ass. My nipples pushed against the fabric of my bra, started a fresh ache that would only go away if he had his way with me.
He tentatively touched the bruise and I hissed in pain, so he stopped. I made a frustrated sound, then checked myself.
“It’s all right. I’m fine,” I assured him, feeling the pressure on my right side. Sebastian grabbed my hands. He was so tall and I had to look up meet his gaze. A muscle ticked at his jaw, and his face appeared chiseled from stone. I always wondered what was he thinking.
“No, you’re not fine. You need medical attention, but at least, nothing’s broken. Trust me, if it was, you wouldn’t be able to move,” he said.
“So you were injured before…” I asked. As the words came out, I remembered Penelope talking about a specific incident in the past.
“Yes, I was beaten up, but I had an excellent nurse,” he said, winking.
Then, Sebastian unbuttoned my jeans, slid down the zipper, then kneeled down to pull it carefully down my legs, brushing his hands over my upper thighs as he went. I shut my eyes, enjoying his touch.
He put my hands on his shoulder for support. “Lift your foot a little, princess.” I did that and he relieved me of my jeans, then did the same to the other leg.
He caressed my legs, riveted by my sexy underwear—basically a scrap of lace kept together by flimsy strings. Watching him admire my perfect body almost brought me to tears.
I wanted him. I wanted him so much. He might be an asshole, but for all accounts, he wasmyasshole.
“Stop looking at me like that,” I said, getting self-conscious.
He looked up then. “I wish you’d see what I see,” he murmured as he stood. Taking my hand, he placed it on his crotch so I’d feel the hardness of him. “See the effect you have on me. My dick doesn’t lie.” He chuckled.
I moved my hand slowly over the material of his pants.
“I can’t move much, Sebastian, but I really want to taste you. I want you in my mouth—that won’t hurt. Will you let me?” I asked.
His Adam’s apple bobbed.
“I wouldn’t wish for anything else right now, you on your knees sucking my cock, but you’re in pain and I don’t want to risk you getting worse,” he sighed, bringing my hand up to his lips and kissing it.
I made a disappointed moue but kept quiet. Maybe it wasn’t time. But the fact he cared only turned me on more.
Sebastian helped me put on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, and when we were done, I heard crying from Lilly’s room. Just like that, the moment was over.
I went to comfort her, sitting gingerly on her bed and gathering her in my arms. Every little movement hurt. She was upset that her grandpa had left, and when I assured her that he’d be back soon, she finally settled down. Interesting that she never mentioned my mother. Children were perceptive in general, but Lilly was on a whole nother level.
Sebastian rescheduled the appointment with Dr. Stephens for tomorrow. I had no idea how he managed to find a slot so soon, but I supposed things were easier when one had money.
On the day, I woke up in even more pain and I could barely get up. It took forever to get me dressed up, with Sebastian’s help again. An hour later, Tasha had arrived to take care of Lilly, Penelope was taking care of replenishing supplies for lunch and cooking dinner, and we drove to the hospital.
My husband was quieter than usual. I knew he had a lot on his mind. Last night, he left again, saying he had to take care of some business. I didn’t ask questions—I learned from the very beginning that it was easier that way, at least until he was ready to open up more—but I still missed him. My mother used to demand all sorts of things from my father, forcing to account for every minute of every day, and I didn’t want to be like that.
Sebastian had been doing this for a long time and I had to give him space.
Dr. Stephens and several of the nurses on day shift were clearly happy to see me, fussing over me and sneaking glances at Sebastian. It was hard to ignore my husband, who made a formidable presence.
“And how is my favourite patient?” he asked with a beaming smile.
