I realized I liked caring for him in this little way. I felt like all I wanted to do was tend to this awkward man, coaxing out of him those smiles that made my heart flutter and laughs that made me shiver. I sat there holding his leg, not wanting to break contact.
“Since I am doctoring, I should look at all your injuries, don't you think?” He cocked his head a little, then smirked. I smiled back, raising my eyebrow.
“I agree doctoring is serious business; you must do a comprehensive review.”
“Stand up, let me see your hip.” I was completely into this little game we started and suddenly nervous. River was the first man that I had any reaction to in years. Even though many things in my head are very naughty, I also wanted to get to know him better.
He stood up in front of me while I sat on the couch. “Lift your shirt, please.” Following my directions, I looked at the angry bruise from the edge of his rib cage, under his waistband, and across his stomach muscles. “How far down does it go?”
“Let me show you the whole thing.” He looked at me. I could see that his pupils were full, and I had only touched his leg. He shrugged off the jersey, then pushed the side of his sweats down, showing me his hip. The fabric bunched around his extremely hard cock that we were both pretending wasn’t there.
“That looks like it hurts. Can I touch it?” I pushed up the edge of his tank top.
“You’re the doctor. I think the only way for you to get an idea of how bad it is would be to examine it.” He said his voice was heavy and thick.
I reached out and ran my fingers lightly over the purple skin. I brushed down the hip bone, following the deep V to where there was an ugly bruise on his lower abs. Goosebumps formed over the areas where my fingers teased him, running my hand back up his hip and across his ribs. His breathing became uneven when I flattened my hand and rubbed it across his front. The muscles there tightened as I explored with my fingers. I wanted to run my lips over the ridges of hiseight-pack and kiss my way down that happy trail. “I should probably compare both sides to check for swelling. See if there is a noticeable difference between them.”
Putting my other hand next to the first, I felt his muscles ripple under my touch. Running my hands up his abdomen to his chest, I could feel him take a deep breath. Every inch I touched caused me to feel sparks from his skin into my flesh. His entire body was firm, developed, and masculine. Moving my palms up both sides, feeling him shudder everywhere I touched his body. I sucked in a deep breath.
“Everything feels perfect to me.” I looked up at him. He stared at me, his eyes hooded, his lips slightly parted.
I could see the blush running from his chest up to his ears. “I’ll probably need to take a better look after my full examination, though. I should look at your forehead. Since it was injured yesterday in the kerfuffle.”
“That’s what you are calling it?”
“Do you have a better definition?” I stood up, my hands never leaving his torso. He didn’t step back; our bodies were maybe two inches apart. Standing up, we stood eye to eye. I was 6’4”, which was good-sized but not abnormal. Still, most men were shorter than me, and his being nearly the same height just added to my attraction.
Usually, I was taller and more muscular when I was with someone. Because of that, men expected that I would be the dominant one in the bedroom. I liked to have a man bottom out inside me as much as I wanted to bury myself in them. I felt like there was an equality of strength between me and River.
I quietly growled when I thought about how much I would like that dynamic. I was highly interested in what things would be like without that predefined power difference. When our eyes locked, everything I saw in their depths just drew me in deeper. I knew Riverhad heard my growl, and I wanted to follow through. Reaching up, I touched the bruise on his forehead. It looked angry, even though the swelling was going down. “Does it hurt?” He shook his head.
I slowly ran my knuckles down his face, my thumb tracing over his lips. I noticed a bruise on his jaw that I didn’t see yesterday touching the darkened spot. Never taking my eyes away from his, all I could see was desire, lust, and need. I swear I could hear both of our hearts pounding, and then I moved my mouth impossibly close to his.
“I salute you, too,” I whispered to him. Our lips were millimeters apart. His length was unrestrained against my hip, and my arousal throbbed excruciatingly in my jeans. I wanted this man so entirely right now. I couldn’t recall a time I had such unbridled longing. River did things to me that I had never felt before. Moving my hand forward, hooking under his chin carefully, I guided his mouth until our lips touched.
The second there was contact, my whole body lit up. River’s mouth pressed against mine, and I melted into him. This was not like any kiss I had before. I felt it in my core. A groan escaped from inside me that I had no control over. I needed to explore his mouth, using my tongue to part his lips gently. I was drawn further into him as each moment passed. I wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him tightly against me. Our cocks lined up, pressing against each other. I cursed the fabric that separated us.
His mouth opened to me, and our tongues tangled with each other. There was no hurry, no rush. His hand ran up to the back of my head, not pulling me to him but holding me in place. He moaned into my mouth. There was a painful throbbing in my pants when a lightning bolt traveled from my balls, looking for release. Drawing him tighter against me, we fit perfectly together like puzzle pieces. I unconsciously rutted against him, seeking friction to relieve the ache.
All I could do was vocally respond as he nipped at my lips before he dove in for more. I pulled back breathlessly. My focus was on the thick, hard shaft pushing against me. My desire for him only multiplied.
“Kissing you is incredible.” I rested my forehead against his.
“I want you,” he whispered, afraid of breaking the spell.
“I want you,” I whispered back. “Not today, though. I want to know much more before we have each other’s bodies. It will happen, River. I will touch every inch of you. I like you, and I need to do this differently with us. I want to feel all the things that I always put aside. I want to be purposeful in getting to know you physically, mentally, and emotionally.”
I dared to look at him while he was processing what I said, but when our eyes met again, the same desire I had seen a moment ago was there.
“Can we kiss a little more? You know, to make sure?” I liked how he was thinking. More kissing sounded terrific to me.
“What are we making sure of?” I asked, wondering if I missed something.
“We are making sure I don’t have any major injuries that have gone undiagnosed.” I pulled him hard against me and claimed his mouth again. Oh, hell yeah, I was more than happy to make sure he was okay if it involved more of what we started.
He pushed his hips against me. Instinctually, his body was seeking mine. I moved so my ass was braced against the arm of the sofa bringing River with me.
I had no idea if dry humping counted against my grand plan, but there was no avoiding where this was going. As I was grinding against River, he mirrored my movements. The only thing I could process was how amazing his mouth felt and how hard he was against me. Running my hand up the back of his neck, careful to avoid the stitches, I grabbed a handful of hair, then moved his head to get to his throat's warm, softskin, kissing along his jaw and just under his ear. I bit each spot lightly, then licked and kissed the area again.
