After reaching behind her, she twisted the door lock quietly.
She stood behind his chair and stripped down to the bathing suit she wore under her scrubs. All physical therapists received a regulation suit for this job—they spent time almost every day in the pool with a client. She hung her scrubs on a peg near a stack of towels and adjusted the tank straps of her suit.
Suddenly she wished it were a sexy string bikini. That would be more along the lines of what a man like Juss would like to see. She glanced at her undersized chest. He probably preferred the Buckle Bunnies’ double Ds too. Lilly had a full handful, but nothing more. Her body was horribly ordinary. Not fat, not thin. Not curvy, not straight. Just
not
right for piquing the interest of hunky cowboys.
JUSS STARED AT Lilly out of the corner of his eye. He hated being at the mercy of anyone, let alone a woman who weighed 120 pounds. The fact that she could maneuver him with such finesse grated on his self-esteem. He felt puny enough since his surgery without needing her help to get out of beds and wheelchairs.
She wheeled him down a small slope into the water.
The chlorine of the pool stung his eyes, and he raised his good hand to rub them.
Damn these injuries
. He’d taken on Bushwhacker before and never been thrown. For the two-thousandth time he replayed the ride—palm strapped to the saddle, arm upraised to compensate for whip. Knees locked and heels perfectly placed in stirrups. He shook his head. There’d been nothing unusual about the ride. His friends called it a freak accident.
“Let’s start ranging this shoulder.” Lilly removed the sling, took his wrist and forearm, and began to gently manipulate his arm. The buoyancy helped lessen the pain.
“Let me just get into a better position.” She sank to her knees before him, submerging herself to the collarbones.
Oh, sweet Jesus
. His shaft jumped in his wet boxers. Being injured meant no sexy girls in his bed, and he couldn’t whack off right-handed.
“I used to swim fifty laps a day. Now I can’t even do this.” He raised his arm a fraction and winced.
She cocked a brow at him. Water slicked her golden shoulders, and he stared at each soft curve, wondering how she’d feel under him. His balls ached.
“First of all, cowboy, what did I tell you about flapping that arm like a chicken? The bone running over your shoulder from your clavicle is damaged too. If you don’t listen to my instruction, you won’t heal properly.”
He rolled his eyes. “I’m made of tougher stuff than most of your patients.”
She laughed, the sound echoing in the space. The throaty tinkle tugged invisible strings on his groin, and his shaft stood at straining attention.
He ground his molars. Christ, she was inches away. If his cock bobbed forward, it would skim her swimsuit.
The erotic notion only added to the fire. Through hooded eyes, he studied her.
He didn’t know if one could call her pretty so much as interesting. She wore her whiskey-colored waves long and loose, and her brows were a shade darker, arching over hazel eyes. Her nose was upturned, and her forehead was slightly broad while her chin was small. When she smiled, a line that wasn’t quite a dimple cut into her cheek.
She wasn’t anything like the Buckle Bunnies he was used to. Those girls were powdered and primped, bleach blondes in clothing so tight they could hardly draw breath.
I’m just interested because she’s the only woman in front of me right now.
Even as he thought it, he knew he was being unfair. He didn’t really believe it. No, if he spotted Lilly in an arena, he might run over to the stands to say howdy. He couldn’t quit looking at her.
She finished ranging his arm and reached for his knee. He jerked, and his cock swelled. Letting out a hiss like a deflating tire, he prayed he didn’t embarrass himself.
Hell, when had he ever cared about such a thing? He’d been known to walk
nekkid
through a hotel lobby to demand more towels. He sure as hell could handle being close to a girl in a prim swimsuit.
Gently, she swished his lower leg back and forth. “Are you having any discomfort?”
“Fuck, yeah.” Not the kind she meant. If he didn’t get some relief from his raging hard-on soon, he was going to start bellowing for Buckle Bunnies.
Lilly’s brow furrowed. Concern lit her eyes, and she stopped rotating his leg. “I’m sorry. Can you handle a few more repetitions, and then we’ll call it a day?”
Her lips were ripe and full, naturally pink. She didn’t appear to wear a hint of makeup—totally opposite of the dolled-up girls he was used to.
She ducked her head and looked at him closer. “Juss?”
He emerged from his daze. “Flash that dimple at me, Lilly.”
She drew up straight. “What?”
“Lemme see that smile. You don’t smile enough. You’re gonna be old before your time.” Surprise at his own words tore through him like a mad bull.
What the hell was that?
Maybe he was feeling better at last, back to his flirtatious self.
Or maybe she’s just getting to me.
Narrowing her eyes, she released his leg and backed away on her knees. No, no, that wouldn’t do at all. He wanted her to come closer, right into his lap, and then he needed to probe her hot little ass with his erection.
“You have no business talking to me that way.”
He flicked his good fingers and splashed her. The water soaked the side of her face, and she gasped. In the low lighting, drops clung to her lashes like dew.
For a heart-stopping moment, he thought she might cry. Her mouth twisted, and she blinked against the water. He was starting to say he was sorry when she lunged at him.
She pressed her knee into the thigh of his good leg and pinned it to the seat of the wheelchair. Then she grabbed his wrist and tethered it to his side, immobilizing his shoulder. Angling her body, she shoved him against the back of the chair.
“We’ll see if this is ‘old before my time,’” she whispered a split second before crushing her lips to his.
Dizzying need washed through him, hot on the heels of her citrusy scent. The plushness of her lips tormented him. Before he could think, the silken tip of her tongue probed his.
Moaning, he let her have her way, tongues tangling. Molten flicks and long sweeping passes drove his desire up another notch. As they kissed, she rubbed her breasts against his chest with a slow, maddening seductiveness. His cock wept precum, and his balls tightened against his body.
Cocking his head, he drew her closer with his good hand on her spine. Her teeth brushed his, and the sensation strangely sent a bolt of lust through him. He groaned, and she whimpered.
Lust pounded his core.
Lilly skimmed a hand down his chest, running it under the water to his hard cock. Excitement slammed him. Through his shorts, she wrapped her soft fingers around his length.
With extreme slowness, she stroked his cock from tip to root. He pushed into her hand. Easing back, she looked him in the eye.
“I’m not usually so forward, but you’ve driven me to it.”
The corner of his mouth quirked up. “That so?”
“Yes,” she said breathlessly, running her fingers back up his cock. She probed the tip with her thumb, and he stopped breathing. “You like that?”
“Fuck, yeah.” He swallowed hard.
“Let me take what I want. I won’t hurt you.”
He stared into her hazel eyes, picking out each fleck of gold. Take what she wanted? Hell, could he survive such a thing? He’d never been with a woman he didn’t flip over onto her back and contort into whatever shape he felt like bending her into at the moment. He was the aggressor—always.
Could he give up control to Lilly? Let her give and take whatever pleasure she could?
He nodded. Sliding his hand up her side to cup her breast, he watched her pupils dilate. Her breath came fast and harsh, smelling of the mints she sucked. She covered his hand with hers and guided his fingers to her nipple.
“Hell,” he grated out as it puckered. She continued to rub his cock, up and down, up and down. When she eased her hand under the elastic band of his shorts, he sucked in his breath.
He grabbed her nape and pulled her in for a kiss, but she resisted. “Let me do all the work,” she said.
Keeping her eyes downcast, she lifted his hips and tugged his shorts down, boxers and all. Pressure mounted in his core as his dick sprang free. She grasped the root, gulped air, and dived under the water.
Swallowing him.
He bucked upward, unable to stay in his chair, wanting nothing more than to press the head of his cock deep into her sweet throat. Juss dropped his head back, dizzy with sensation.
Lilly came up for air, smiling. “You’re big.”
“Christ,” he bit off. She said that without batting her eyelashes or in a false voice. She said it because she meant it, which was hotter than any dirtytalk he’d heard in the past.
She tugged her tank down to free her breasts, and Juss almost came right then. Her nipples were large and dark, the centers as hard as stones. She circled each with a forefinger, and he followed the path with his gaze, jealous of her fingertips.
Cupping their weight, she drew them together. He locked his gaze to her tight cleavage, drowning in images of gliding his cock between her mounds. She eased forward and hitched her legs around his waist. The extreme heat between her thighs met his bared cock. It took all of his control not to rip aside the spandex covering her pussy and drive deep into her body.
But he didn’t have a condom. Whatever they did, they’d have to be creative.
She hooked a palm around his nape and guided his head to her breast. He parted his lips over the puckered bud, teasing her. She writhed against him and pushed her nipple more firmly into his mouth.
He sucked on it, watching pleasure play over her face. Damn, had he really thought she wasn’t pretty? She was flat-out gorgeous.
She rocked against his erection. He rumbled a groan around her flesh, licking and sucking.
“Oh yeah, that’s so good. I knew a man with a mouth like yours could give a woman extreme pleasure.”
Again her guileless words rocked his world. He pulled his mouth free and devoured her other nipple. She quivered in his lap. For long minutes, he sucked and flipped his tongue over her breasts, and her muscles grew more and more taut.
When he thought he’d blow, she reached between their bodies and gripped his cock.
“Damn, baby.”
“You like that?” She watched his face as she applied pressure to his shaft, making a tight sheath with her hand and fucking him with her velvety palm and silky fingers. This was going down in history as the best motherfucking handjob ever.
She guided his good hand between her thighs. He eased two fingers under her bathing suit and skimmed her wet folds. No—her
soaking
folds. The thick cream trapped inside her pussy lips made him want to come.
He gathered the juices and painted her clit with them. The juices vanished when they hit the water. Hell, he’d do anything to get her onto the side where he could properly taste and tease her.
She shuddered, and the wet tips of her hair snaked over her bare shoulders. As he circled her nubbin, she rolled his cock through her fingers.
Their breathing grew labored. The low hum of the air-conditioning mixed with their rasps. She increased her speed, and he followed. Water sloshed between them.
“Let’s get out of the water,” he ground out.
She stared into his eyes. Then after easing off him, she moved behind the chair and pushed him up the slope until only the wheels and their lower legs were submerged.
He was rewarded with the image he’d longed for—an unhindered view of her dipping waist and trim hips. “Damn, Whiskey.”
She straddled him once more, looking into his eyes as he drove his fingers deep into her channel. The squeeze of her body sent his pulse racing. Out of control, he jerked his hips, drawing her fingers over his throbbing head.
Her eyes darkened, her body tightened, and cream spilled over his hand.
“Jesus,” he growled, grinding her clit with his thumb as he plunged his fingers into her sweet pussy. Contractions rocketed up his arm and spread through his body.
She rode his fingers through her release, lips parted to reveal the hot, pink interior of her mouth.
He drove her on, his own release a few breaths away. He concentrated on her, and tipped over the cliff. With a stifled croak he came, spurting jets of cum over her fingers.
Lilly’s eyes grew hazy as she pumped every drop from him. Still he watched her quiver with sensation on his lap. When a final shiver ripped through her, he wrapped his good arm around her and jerked her mouth to his.
Thrusting his tongue into her scalding mouth, he devoured her gasps of pleasure. She cooed, and his cock squeezed out one last bead of cum. He threaded his fingers into her hair and kissed her until she was boneless.
Finally, she pulled back to stare at him. Her lashes cast spikes of shadow over her cheeks, and her eyes smoldered.
“This concludes our session for today.”
He grinned so broadly it felt foreign on his face. “Does it now?”
She climbed off his lap. Gripping her bathing suit top, she hid away her luscious breasts before he’d even started with them. Remorse webbed through his system.
Once she was covered, she pulled his shorts back into place. Then she offered him a private smile that made his heart turn over.
“I’m sure you’re tired from our session, so I’ll get you back to your room and you can rest. You did very well today, Juss.”
They spent a minute drying off and cleaning up with a towel. Then she grabbed her scrubs. When she paused to unlock the door, a warm seed took root in his chest. She’d planned this—had gone out of her way and taken a risk to have him.
His heart pounded as she pushed him down the corridor. Then she loaded him into his room, into dry clothes, and into bed, leaving him in with a fresh pitcher of water and a smile.
As soon as she closed the door behind her, he wanted her back. After fumbling for the remote, he located the Call button and pressed it.