Page 77 of Sweet Harmony

He jerked,sending the ice pack sliding sideways on his knee. He winced whenfresh pain lanced up and down his leg. Shit, was she reading hisgoddamn mind? Kira reached out with her free hand and shifted theice pack back onto his knee, her touch infinitely gentle.

“You okay?”

“Yeah.” Hisvoice was hoarse, and he was holding her hand too tight. He madehimself relax his fingers so he wouldn’t crush hers.

“It’s going tobe just fine,” she said. “I did some reading while you weresleeping this afternoon and I know I’m not a doctor or anything,but I don’t think you’ve torn your ACL or MCL again. You didn’t doa sharp stop and twist or anything like that, and that’s usuallyhow they get torn, right? You go one way and your knee goes theother and it’s,” she paused, “rip city.”

His smile wasmore of a grimace and she rubbed her thumb along the knuckle of histhumb. “I know it’s really sore and looks awful, but it isn’tfractured or dislocated and the odds of it being re-ruptured orre-torn are really low. It’s probably so swollen and sore becauseyour knee was already traumatized. I’ve seen you limping, and Iknow it bugs you sometimes. It’s predisposed to be injured moreeasily.”

“Yeah, maybe,”he said.

She squeezedhis hand until he looked at her. “It’s going to be fine. A few daysof bed rest and anti-inflammatories and the swelling will go down.You’ll see.”

“You reallybelieve that, don’t you?” He said.

“I do.” Hervoice was firm and the way she refused to even accept anyalternative about his knee was, oddly, making him feel better.

“Thanks, Kira,”he said.

“You’rewelcome.” She released his hand and he wanted to capture it againalmost immediately. “Now, I’ll bring my laptop in here and we canwatch something on Hulu or Netflix. What do you think?”

“I’d likethat,” he said.

“Great.” Shestood and smiled at him. “If you’re really lucky, I might even makeyou some popcorn later.”

ChapterFourteen

“Oh no, thatpoor boy.” Rose leaned back in her chair. “I’ll keep my fingerscrossed that his knee is only bruised. When did you say he washaving the MRI?”

“Tuesdaymorning. Would you be all right with me taking the morning off todrive him to his appointment?” Kira asked.

“Of course,dear,” Rose said. “He’s such a lovely young man. Both Ray and Iwere very impressed with him at dinner the other night. Well spokenand polite, and it was just the sweetest thing to throw you acongratulatory dinner.”

“It was,” Kirasaid. “Connor is a great guy.”

A great guythat you want to see naked.

Maybe. But nowthat he’d hurt his knee, she’d lost her chance to do somenot-quite-sex stuff with him. Which she wasn’t the least bit poutyabout.

Definitelynotpouty. Her main concern was Connor and his knee and thatit wasn’t badly damaged. She wasn’t at all thinking about how soonhe would heal so that he could do all sorts of delicious things toher.

Nope, not atall. Because she was a good person, not a selfish horndog whosuddenly couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like toclimb naked into the bed with Connor, straddle his good leg andhump her way to an epic orgasm.

Freak.

No, not afreak. Just really horny… and totally selfish. Connor was in pain,a lot of pain despite the pain meds, and she couldn’t stop thinkingabout her own need. Which was stupid because even her hope thatConnor would ask her to stay in the bed with him in case he neededhelp during the night, hadn’t happened.

Still, ithadn’t stopped her from coming up with a dirty little fantasy thatinvolved her giving Connor a sponge bath before going down on him.She had masturbated silently but furiously to that fantasy,covering her face with her pillow when she came, to muffle hercries of ecstasy.

She’d straightup die of shame if Connor knew she was masturbating to thoughts ofblowing him. She was a total pervert and –

“Kira?”

She glanced upto see Rose staring at her. Shit, how long had she drifted offfor?

“I’m sorry,what?” She gave Rose an apologetic smile.

“I said, who’sstaying with Connor while you’re here at the office?”

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