Page 21 of The First Day of Breeding Season
She smiles. “That’s a yes.” She takes a deep breath. “I’m learning how to speak Drew Lowry already.”
I grab the tweezers. “Is that so?”
“Yeah.” She holds her breath as I extract the stinger, then flops forward while I wash the welt with the warm water.
The skirt of her sundress rides up the back of her sturdy little thighs. She’s so lush, so achingly…fertile.
She looks fucking fertile.
The words from that letter burn on my retinas, floating over the backs of her legs.
So easy to imagine her pulling her dress up, presenting her sweet little cunt for me. Letting me see how ready she is for a baby. Letting me have a good, long sniff of her ripe scent.
She squeaks, and I realize I’ve squeezed the washcloth so tightly, water is rolling down her calf and onto the bed.
“Fuck, sorry,” I rasp.
I grab another washcloth, a dry one, and blot the duvet cover, then her leg.
When I press the tea bag to the bite, and then put the ointment on, I keep my gaze firmly on her injury, and not the off-limits temptation just a little higher up.
“There you go,” I manage to say. I force myself off her bed.
“Thank you.” She glances back at me. “Am I stuck in this position? I have some antihistamine pills in my backpack.”
“I’ll get them for you. And some water. Then you can, uh, go to bed.”
“I know we need to get up early, but I’m not that tired…”
Fuck me. The invitation in her words is so clear.
Fuck. Me.
I let it simmer in my chest as I take the supplies back to the kitchen, and fill a water glass for her. I feel the thump thump thump of desire in my arteries.
I should tell her how long it’s been since I’ve wanted someone like this. I should tell her I’m not going to be good at whatever it is she wants, and then she can let me down gently—I know she’d be so sweet about it—and we’ll spend the rest of the summer bittersweetly and resolutely focused on work. The thing Iamgood at.
I’m going to be the best mentor to her.
But fuck me, I wish I could be more. I wish I could be her mate, her husband, the one who got to put babies in her and take care of her as she nurtures them.
When I return to her room, resolved be as honest as I can, she’s rolled over.
And her sundress is all twisted around her body, revealing a flash of white cotton panties.
I stop in the doorway like a stunned ox.
She blushes as she fixes her dress, but her gaze…her sweet, sexy,confidentgaze doesn’t break.
“I got my pills myself,” she whispers, holding up a little white tablet.
Pulse pounding, I cross to her as she pops it into her mouth.
I hold out the water, but instead of taking it in her hands, she leans in and presses her lips to the rim.
Cock throbbing, I carefully tip the glass until she has enough water.
Holding my gaze, she swallows the pill like a good girl.
