Her Dragon To Slay(17)
When she returned she couldn’t help but notice his wounds looked less harsh, almost like they were already closing and healing. Either her herbs were super hyped today or he had some kind of kicked up healing power. She simply refused to believe “resting” was healing him like he had claimed. Once again she positioned the basin next to his head and sat Indian style next to his hip. She continued to wipe the gross blood and dirt mixture from his back. When she looked at the basin something seemed to sparkle on the surface of the water. It was like there were flecks of glitter mixed with the muck coming off his back. What the hell would glitter be doing on his back? “Maybe some fairy dust”, she chuckled under her breath. Question number one hundred and fifty two to get answered when Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome Rayne Whatever his last name was woke up.
When Rayne’s back was completely clean, Kyndel threw the dirty rags in the laundry basket and dumped the last of the water she had used to clean his back down the drain. She grabbed a few gauze pads and the butterfly strips from her first aid kit for the deeper wounds and headed back over to her bed.
This time she sat on her knees by his waist, unscrewed the lid on her jar of liniment and breathed in the wonderful scent of healing herbs. She loved that smell. It was fresh and clean and reminded her of Granny. Just the smell relieved some of her tension and loosened her tired muscles. She scooped some of the liniment into her hand and rolled her shoulders to relieve more of the tension caused by this man’s appearance into her world and the craziness that had ensued. She looked down at his back deciding where to start and two things became evident all at once. He had lots of scars. Scars that appeared to have come from wounds that occurred at different times and what looked to be different weapons. He definitely had seen his share of fighting. Kyndel hoped he was one of the good guys.
Two, his wounds were definitely closing up on their own. She knew she had examined quite a few deep lacerations and puncture wounds that she was certain would require at least some bandaging, if not butterfly strips before her last trip to the bathroom and now they looked like nothing more than deep scratches. The skin around them was pink and puckering with scabs beginning to form. She was definitely intrigued by his super speedy healing powers. She wondered what made it possible but of course, he would have to be conscious for her to get the answers she so desperately wanted.
Kyndel took a deep breath rolling her shoulders one more time for good measure. She rubbed her hands together to warm the liniment and coat both hands. Leaning over his incredibly muscular back, trying hard not to disturb him, the thought of her hands causing him any pain actually caused her chest to constrict. She placed both hands on his right shoulder. The same electrical current she had experienced from their skin to skin contact before seemed super charged this time. The shock shot through her body, landing squarely in the center of her womb. She gasped as her hands flew off his back of their own volition. “What the hell was that?” she wondered out loud. Had to be that she shuffled her feet across the carpet and then shocked herself when she touched him, she tried to reason. Of course it had never happened before. Even more bizarre, she had absolutely never felt anything like that in her lady parts before. Just pretty much went along with all the other insanity that had happened recently.
She took a deep breath, gathered her courage and placed her hands on his shoulder again. The same shock she wondered if she would feel every time they touched went all the way through her again but at least this time she was prepared. The side effects were disconcerting but also kind of delicious. She could feel her nipples pebble and scratch against the lace of her camisole. Her skin suddenly felt overly sensitized making her clothing feel almost too heavy. She wasn’t sure why she had left her cami on; she usually couldn’t wait to get out of everything that reminded her of that blasted office but for some reason tonight she felt like she needed an extra layer of protection against the raw power this incredible man exuded. She decided she must be more tired than she realized, lending to her overactive imagination. She began rubbing the liniment into his right shoulder and down across his bruised ribs. He had taken some really serious hits before she found him, rivaled only by the scars of the past. Somehow she knew with an insane amount of certainty that he’d given better than he’d gotten. She also knew, as well as she knew her own name, that he didn’t lose a fight, ever! As she continued to rub the liniment into his broken skin, she became mesmerized by the feel of his skin under her hands. The warmth of the skin to skin contact seemed to soak into every fiber of her being. She could feel him everywhere.