Page 66 of The Bombshell and the Bodyguard
Sure enough, the guitar case that had been leaning against the daybed was flat on the ground.
“I don’t care about that,” I said. “Let me see your head.”
He swiveled it away from me and batted at my hand. “It’s fine. Just a scratch.”
I grabbed his hand out of the air and squeezed it. “We’re on a remote island during a tropical storm. I am not going to let you get an infection. Now let me see it.”
Finally, Wilder relented and let me examine him, sighing and rolling his eyes the whole time.
He got the most adorable little forehead crease whenever he looked at me like I was nuts. I was absolutely crazy about that little wrinkle, and I didn’t want anything bad to happen to it—ever.
The injury was actually to the side of his forehead above the temple. He was right, it wasn’t much more than a scratch.
But scratches could get infected. We were nowhere near any modern medical facilities.
The storm shelter seemed perfectly sanitary, but who knew where that guitar case had been? Airports. Tour buses. Stages all over the world.
And the latch was metal.
“Are you up to date on your tetanus shots?” I quizzed him.
“Yes ma’am, Nurse Jessica,” he said. “But if it’ll make you feel better, I’ll roll over and let you give me a booster.”
“You’re a pervert.”
“Yes, and you love it.”
I got up and started rummaging through the cabinets. “Where is the first aid kit?”
“In the bathroom on the shelf.”
I found the kit and looked through it, locating some wound wash, a bandage, and some antibacterial ointment. There were some unexpected items as well.
It was an exceptionallywell-appointedkit.
Returning to the main room, I ordered Wilder to get back on the bed and lie down, which he did with a smile.
I climbed on top of him and straddled his waist, busying myself with cleaning the cut and applying ointment to the bandage.
Meanwhile, Wilder was rather busy himself. He slid his hands beneath my dress and caressed my thighs and bottom.
“I think youlikethis playing nurse thing,” Wilder murmured. “I think I might have to get you a sexy little nurse costume for Halloween.”
“You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
“Yes. I would,” he said. “And you’d like what I’ll do to you when I take it off of you.”
When I leaned forward to apply the bandage to his forehead, Wilder shifted one hand to my breast, causing my breath to catch.
He caressed me through the dress then lifted his head to kiss the tip of it, wetting the thin fabric with his mouth and making me squirm on top of him.
The hand that was on my thigh moved to my bottom, and he pulled me forward until my center rested directly on top of his erection.
A hiss of satisfaction escaped Wilder’s lips.
“You feel so fucking good on me. So hot and wet.”
He tugged the sundress aside and swirled his tongue over my budded nipple. I groaned and ground my clit against his hard shaft.
