Page 88 of Impossible
Good, because he was lost.
Her muscles tensed as his hips jerked. Hell, he had no idea if she wanted him coming in her mouth, but it was too late.
Eyes closed, he fought to deliver her into ecstasy while riding his own. He’d no idea what he did next. There was only bliss and satisfaction and the desperate need to never let her go.
At some point, she left him, and he heard her deep, rapid breaths that matched his own. He worked to steady himself—his limbs were shaking. Damn, he didn’t remember when he’d felt thisgood.
He felt the bed move and opened his eyes. She’d turned around and moved next to him.
“That was…astonishing,” she said, pushing hair out of her face. More of it—much more—had come loose.
“I thought you might enjoy that.”
“I think it’s my new favorite thing.” Her gaze fell on his shoulder, and she gasped, her eyes rounding. “You’re bleeding!”
He’d completely forgotten about his wound. “It doesn’t hurt.” Well, now that they were talking about it, it did.
She sat up and untied the bandage, which was close to her. Carefully, she lifted it from the wound. “It’s just a trickle. Still, we should not have done that. I’ll make a fresh bandage and re-dress it.” She looked him in the eye. “Don’t move.”
“I don’t think I could if I wanted to. You quite ruined me.”
“Sorry.”
He smiled. “In the best way.” He pulled her head down and kissed her soundly but briefly. “Thank you.”
She left the bed and went back into the main room. When she returned, she had a new bandage and a damp cloth, which she used to clean the wound again.
Max closed his eyes as she cared for him. He could get used to this.
To what exactly?
To her. With him. All the time.
He loved her, he realized. But he didn’t want to. The pain that came with losing that love wasn’t worth it. Ada had been right. Hewaswounded. What she couldn’t realize was that, like the scars on his body, those wounds would always be there. He was not the man he was before, nor could he ever be. She deserved a whole man—someone who could be as brilliant and rapturous for her as she was for him.
That wasn’t him.
She finished tying the new bandage around him. “There we are, all better. Now, no more exerting yourself.”
He opened his eyes and looked up at her. She’d let her hair down and tied it over one shoulder with a ribbon. “You helped.”
Her lips parted, and she gave him a scolding stare. “You’re teasing me.” Then she laughed. “That is so delightful. You must do it again.”
“Alas, I suppose I must dress myself and find my way to my chamber.”
She shook her head firmly. “Nonsense. I said no exertion. That includes putting on clothes and leaving the bed. You’re sleeping here, and I won’t brook any argument.”
“I would never argue with you.” He couldn’t stop the grin that split his lips.
She laughed. “You’re rather good at this teasing thing.”
After tidying up from rebandaging him, she helped him under the covers then rounded the bed to climb in herself. Turning toward him, she asked, “Do I need to put on a night rail, or will you behave yourself?”
He reached for her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the knuckles. “Do you really think a night rail is sufficient barrier for either of us?”
She blew out a breath, making a silly sound with her lips. “You make a valid point. We shall both have to do our best. I don’t want you opening that wound again, though. Do you understand?”
“Yes, mistress.”
