Page 36 of The Cutting Edge
"It does seem to be getting hotter in this room, " she grins, fanning herself dramatically.
"I noticed that too, "I say leaning down closer to her face, our lips just inches apart. "Should I ask Barb to turn up the air conditioning?"
"I don't think that will help," she says flirtatiously. "What do you think? "
“I don't think there's enough air-conditioning in the state of Florida to cool me down when you're anywhere around." I can see the heat in her cheeks start to rise, and all I want to do Is press my lips against hers.
"Is that true?” she asks.
I move in closer, our lips are almost brushing against each other now. “You know it’s true.”
“Maybe,” she says, wetting her bottom lip with her tongue. It’s almost more than I can bear.
“I want to kiss you.”
“What’s stopping you?”
“I want to make sure we’re on the same page."
“I’m on the page in the story where they make out in the hospital room. What page are you on?” she says playfully.
“Same,” I say, my entire body as tense and ready as when I’m waiting for a puck drop.
I lean down to kiss her slowly, savoring every second of anticipation before our lips meet. When they finally touch, the heat and intensity of our connection explode my senses. I kiss her hungrily, exploring her tongue with mine, and wrapping her in my arms, fervently wanting more, wanting all of her.
Her arms are around my neck, one finger twirling around my hair, and the other grabbing at my shirt. I’m desperate, almost animalistic, to feel her skin against mine, and if we weren’t in a semi-public hospital room right now, I would be.
I kiss the petal-soft skin down her neck as her eyes close and her head tilts back sensuously. She’s murmuring and “mmm”-ing, and all I can think about is what I can do to her that will keep her making that sound forever, it’s so fucking delicious. My cock springs to life in anticipation of where this seems to be headed.
“Oh no,” she says, sitting up abruptly. “I’m really dizzy. Like really dizzy. I feel like I might pass out again.”
“Okay,” I say, disentangling myself from her, and moving away from the bed. “I’ve got you.”
Her breaths are shallow and her eyes are closed. “This isn’t good.”
"Can I get you some water? Or the nurse? What can I do for you?"
"I'm so hot, "she says, yanking at the hockey jersey she's still wearing over her hospital gown.
“Hey," let me help you with that, "I say, tugging lightly at the bottom of the jersey to help pull it up and over her head. Once we've got it off, I drape it over the back of the recliner, pour a cup of ice water from the pitcher on the tray table, and hand it to her carefully.
She takes the water cup and begins sipping it slowly, but the color continues to drain from her face. Her skin is turning ashen, and I’m really starting to worry about her.
"I'm going to sit next to you on the bed if that's OK, so I can catch you in case you pass out again. “Is the water helping?”
“Not really, "she says, setting it back on the table.
“Okay, I’m going to call the nurse. We don’t want you to pass out again. Try putting your head between your knees and taking deep breaths through your nose.”
I help her swing her legs off the side of the bed. She leans down and starts taking deep breaths through her nose, and exhaling slowly through her mouth. “So sexy,” she says between breaths.
“The way you do it, it is,” I crack. “You could make anything look good. Cleaning gum off the bottom of park benches… Sewer inspections…
“Roadkill collection?”
“Well, okay, uh…that’s pretty gross. Although if anybody could make it look good, it’s you.”
“Aw, thanks,” she says. Deep breath in; deep breath out.
