Page 50 of Teach Me
Just don’t think about it, dickhead, and maybe it’ll go away.
Not likely.
Leaving the water to run, he went back into the bedroom to find Jess stretched out, dark circles under her closed eyes, attesting to the strain of the past few days. She stirred as he stepped up to the bed. “How about a bath?”
Jess stretched, the sound she made like a feminine purr as muscles elongated and tension was forced out. “Sounds wonderful.” She sat up and turned toward the edge of the bed, scooting until her lower legs dangled. Con stepped in, making a place for himself between her knees, and grasped the hem of her shirt. With a gentle pull, he revealed her smooth skin and mounded breasts—framed in a mouthwatering display by the lace bra Cris had included in the clothes she’d brought to the hospital—before easing the material over her head. As it cleared her face, her eyes met his.
When he didn’t speak, Jess did. “What is it, Conlan?”
“You’re beautiful.”
For one breathless moment they stared at each other. Jess recovered first, leaning in until her soft lips brushed his T-shirt directly over the trail of hair that traveled from his navel to his crotch. His dick thumped against his zipper at the touch. “So are you,” she whispered into his skin.
Shuddering, forcing himself under control, he reached behind her back and opened the catch of her bra. Jess arched, giving him space to maneuver. He slid the material away. The move put the naked, rosy tips of her breasts within inches of his mouth, and he couldn’t resist a light nip. She jerked, and her nipples budded hard beneath his gaze.
Ignoring the hot surge of lust in his blood, he laid her back on the bed, reached down, and eased her pants and panties—lace to match the bra—off, along with her socks and shoes. “Come on. The hot water’s waiting.”
Jess hesitated beside the tub, her look of delight warming him in a way he didn’t want to examine. The heady smell of vanilla filled the room, coming from the bath oil he’d mixed in the water. Vanilla was her scent, reminding him of the sweetness of her body, the taste of her skin, the creamy desire that coated her center. He hadn’t been able to resist the bottle on an endcap at the drugstore when he’d stopped to fill her prescription, visions of steaming water and naked skin filling his head. Jess’s closed eyes and deep breathing said she seemed to like the added touch as much as he did.
Jess turned, her eyes warm with approval. Those eyes drifted over him, all the way down to the hard bulge at his crotch. He mentally shrugged. Hiding this level of arousal was impossible; he wasn’t going to apologize for what seeing her naked did to him.
She didn’t look like she wanted an apology, though. More like a taste.
“Join me?” she asked.
His heart skipped a beat.
All thoughts of leaving her to relax sank like a rock with those two little words, shaky and almost uncertain. She needed; he supplied. It was a biological imperative he was starting to become intimately familiar with.
With a sharp nod, he began to strip, watching carefully as she lowered herself into the water. Her breasts bobbed on the surface, and he jerked the zipper of his jeans a bit harder than intended, drawing a hiss as the metal nipped the tip of his cotton-covered cock. He ignored the pain adding to his already aching body and finished getting naked in record time. Then he was easing himself down behind Jess, her silken body cradled between his thighs, his erection hot and shamelessly hard against the small of her back. He circled his arms around to rest tightly just below her breasts; she sighed and relaxed back into him.
When the water was up to her shoulders, he reached out with a foot and turned the faucet off. Jess giggled.
“What?” he teased, nuzzling the top of her head. “Didn’t you know I’m talented from head to toes?”
“I think I did know that, yes.”
They lay in silence for a long while, soaking in the quiet. Jess trailed her fingers through the hair covering his legs, the soft touches mesmerizing, relaxing. Con forced himself to let the outside world, the events he couldn’t change, the worry and concern and anger and fear—and lust, don’t forget lust—fall away until all he knew was this moment, the feel of this woman in his arms, the faint sound of her breath and the smooth caress of her skin against his.
When she arched her back to rub lightly against his semihard erection, he groaned. “Baby,” he whispered in her ear, “you better stop that. You need to rest.”
“What if I don’t want to rest?” Jess slid against him again, harder this time. The ridge of her tailbone ground into the base of his cock, making him groan.
“You have a concussion. Sex isn’t in the cards tonight.”
Jess grasped his hands where they lay on her stomach, and pushed them up until they cupped her spiked nipples. He couldn’t keep from rolling the silky mounds of her breasts in his palms.
“I think it can be,” she whispered between hitches in her breath. “It’s been too long already since I felt you taking up every empty inch of space in my body. And after today…” She pressed his hands harder against her and groaned. “I need you. I…”
“You’ve been through too much already.”
She had. She’d been through a battle he hadn’t been able to fight for her. Con thought back to the times he’d seen action, the times his body had heated with so much need and adrenaline that finding the nearest willing body had become his number one priority. He didn’t think Jess was choosing him because he was available, but her body and her heart trusted him to take care of her.
It was a normal reaction to combat, but he couldn’t give in. Not with a concussion.
“We just have to be careful,” she assured him with another suggestive roll of her hips.
“Jess…baby.” They shouldn’t do this. He wanted to, but they shouldn’t.
