Undeniable Love
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“Mmm . . .”
My stomach growled. “Damn, baby, sit back down and I’ll get your tacos ready for you.”
He called me baby. Something about Tristan calling me baby had my heart slamming against my chest and my stomach taking a deep dive south. I wonder if it would be too much to ask him if I could get a side of hot sex with those tacos?
“I need you.” Tristan’s head snapped up and looked at me. “Um, I mean I need a shower. I need to take a shower,” I mumbled as I attempted to pull my eyes from Tristan’s body.
Tristan looked at me like I was crazy as he asked, “Right now?”
Nodding my head, I said, “Yep. Right. Now.”
Tristan set the bag of tacos down and then walked into the kitchen. Grabbing the crutches, he brought them back out to me.
“Ohh . . . that’s right. I forgot I had used those earlier.”
Tristan gave me a smile that melted my heart. “Those pain meds kicking in, Ryn?”
Grinning back, I whispered, “I’d say.”
Handing me the crutches, I slowly made my way back to the master bathroom as Tristan followed. Once I got in there, the room started spinning. Tristan was by my side in less than a second.
His arms twisted around me and I instantly felt like I was in heaven. “Shit. Those pain meds really have you loopy, baby.”
Turning, I took in a deep breath. Tristan smelled so damn good. There were so many things I had forgotten I loved about him. His smile. Okay, that I didn’t forget. His touch, the smell of his body after he took a shower. The way my body hummed when Tristan laughed.
Ugh. I hate him.
Leaning closer, I decided I could take one more smell. Then I’d go back to hating him.
“Ryn, are you going to be able to do this? I should wrap up your ankle so the bandage doesn’t get wet.”
Looking down at my ankle and then to the shower, I shrugged. “How hard could it be?”
Tristan guided me to the small chair that was pushed into the vanity. “Here, wait here while I go get a trash bag.”
Spinning on his heels, he left the bathroom and I sat there for a few minutes. Wow. How many pain pills did I take? I was going to have to ask Tristan if I was supposed to take one or two. I’m pretty sure I took one. Maybe I took two? Wait. Did I take three?
Shaking my head, I chuckled. “No, I wouldn’t be stupid enough to take three. Would I?”
After having a brief conversation with myself out loud, I reached down and pulled the shirt off my head and tossed it to the floor. My bra went next. It was then I noticed I had only been in my panties.
Huh. How did I not notice that before? Wiggling my ass back and forth, I managed to slip them off and down my legs.
Whoa. There goes the room spinning again.
I stood and stared at the large walk-in shower. I was about to walk toward it when I remembered I was waiting for Tristan and a plastic bag. I also remembered I just stripped myself down to no clothes.
“Fuck,” I whispered as I reached down for my panties and shirt. My ankle was throbbing as I hopped around and sat back down on the chair. Carefully lifting my left leg, I slipped my panties on.
Shit. Shit. Shit. I heard Tristan walking through the bedroom. My heart raced when I realized he was going to walk in and see me sitting here, almost naked. Looking up right when he walked through the door, I saw his face. He slowly licked his lips as his eyes traveled over my body. When his mouth opened some, I was almost positive I heard him moan. Or whimper. Whimpering would be better. Yeah, I like whimpering. Serves his ass right. Get a good look at what you walked away from.
“Um . . .”
“I forgot you needed to wrap my ankle, I was just going to jump in,” I said as I tried not to look at him.
“Ryn, how many pills did you take?”
Looking back at him, I touched the base of my neck as I tried to think of how many pills I took. “I don’t remember.”
He closed his eyes and moved closer to me. “Shit. I should have remembered to tell you to only take one. Then with the morphine they gave you last night, you’re probably feeling pretty good right now, huh?”
An idea popped into my head. I knew what I was about to do was wrong on so many levels, but I had the perfect excuse. I was high on drugs. Kind of.
Smiling my most seductive smile, I bit down on my lower lip. “I guess you could say I’m feeling pretty good.”
Tristan’s eyes widened before he looked away and dropped to his knees. He gently lifted my ankle and began wrapping the plastic bag around it. Tying it on good, he leaned back onto his heels and smiled. “No water should get in. I’ve got it on pretty damn good.”