Page 31 of Take Me to the Valley

At first, I thought it was all in my head, but watching her now, I don't think it was.

She isn't wearing a bra, and it’s hard to miss that her nipples are hard and pebbled under her tank top. Fuck me, I realize that she’s as turned on as I am. It's like something inside of me snaps. She seems to realize it at the same time because she clears her throat.

“I'm going to let you get ready for bed,” she says, stepping out of the bathroom and closing the door behind her.

I guess she needs a moment to cool off like I do. Taking a few deep breaths, I prepare for bed. Even though I take my time, part of me wants to rush back there to her and see how far she will let me push things. Does she need space to think about happened? Do I risk it all and see if there might be more between us? If I'm reading this all wrong, it could make the next few weeks awkward.

Though if she stays, and worst case, I scare her too much, and she leaves., Then she sends Cody in to help, which will definitely make my recovery take longer after he beats the shit out of me.

After going back and forth in my head, I decide to let it play out and see what happens. I'm open to something more, but I don't want to make things weird with her either.

When I finally step out of the bathroom, Calista takes one look at me and jumps up from where she was leaning on the side of my bed. Her tits bounce and my eyes zero in on the bounty that is her breasts. They harden under my gaze, matching the way my cock hardens as I stare at her.

“I… umm,” she stutters.

Her face is a sexy shade of pink, and it's really nice to know she isn't unaffected by this situation. The big question is just how affected she is and if it's in my favor or if she can't wait to get out of my room.

“I need to change your bandage,” she says after a deep breath.

When I nod, she comes to my side and lets me lean on her as I walk back to bed. Actually, I don't really need it as I’ve gotten up a few times myself to use the bathroom when she isn't here. But I’m not going to lose this opportunity to get close to her, to touch her curvy body. I love how soft her skin is, and her strawberry floral scent lingers even after she pulls away. Not to mention how my body enjoys it wherever she touches me.

Finally, with her aid, I get settled on the bed. When she walks over to the dresser to grab the basket she is keeping everything in, I get a great view of her magnificent ass. Her shorts have ridden up, and I can now see the bottom curve of her ass. Fuck, if I don't start leaking pre cum at the sight. Reaching for the blanket on my bed, I cover myself so I don't scare her off.

My body's reaction to her shouldn't be something she worries about while she’s taking care of my shoulder. No matter how much I'd love for her to want to help me take care of other parts, too.

“I think the brace on my ankle needs to be redone, too,” I say as she turns back around. I almost don't recognize my own voice.

“Okay, I will do that first, then,” she whispers, setting the basket on the nightstand.

She is gentle as she removes the brace the hospital put on me. It’s better than the ace bandage wraps I've used in the past for a sprained ankle.

“Here, let's stretch your ankle before I put it back on,” she says without looking up at me. I'd kill to have her eyes on me while her hands are on me.

She puts me through some stretches that feel good and then she runs her thumbs down the muscles of my leg to my ankle before putting the brace back on.

“How does that feel?” she asks.

“Better than it should,” I say without thinking.

Finally, she looks up at me, and I can see the desire and lust on her face. For a moment, I look surprised before I wipe it away.

Before I can even think about it, I decide to go for more. Pushing my luck, I order, “Put your eyes back on me.”

When she looks up and meets my eyes, her cheeks turn pink. Otherwise she doesn’t react, but instead reaches for the basket before stepping closer to fix my bandages.

She starts by pulling out hand sanitizer that smells like lavender, and then finally, her hand is on me again. Stroking me. Then she gently pulls the bandage off. Is it my imagination that she is taking more time than normal?

Her eyes keep meeting mine, her nipples are still hard, and her breathing is rapid. Now I know this isn't in my head. I watch her every move and enjoy having her hands on me. Once she's done, I snag her hand and hold it.

“Thank you,” I say, barely above a whisper.

“You don't have to thank me, Evan…” she says breathlessly.

“But I want to.” I bring her hand to my mouth and kiss it gently, never taking my eyes off her so I can gage her reaction.

Her beautiful eyes light up, her face flushes, and she inhales sharply. I take that as a sign, so I flip her hand over and kiss the inside of her palm.

“Evan,” she sighs my name like it's a prayer.

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