The Doctor's Baby(44)
He crossed the room and July couldn’t help noticing the way his pants hugged his lean hips from behind, the way the muscles in his back played beneath his shirt. She realized her mouth was practically watering. “Ah, David,” she called out when he reached the door. “The last time I had a massage I was naked except for a towel.”
David turned, his eyes glittering like sapphires in the dim light. “Works for me. I’ll be back in five.”
He pulled the door closed behind him.
July let the door click shut before springing into action. She stripped off her clothes then went in search of a towel. Though she’d hoped to come up empty, after rummaging around, she found a large one in the cabinet of the adjoining bathroom.
Ever since she’d come home from the hospital July had avoided mirrors. But with one wall of David’s bathroom filled with them she couldn’t help catching sight of her reflection. She took a deep breath and studied herself with a critical eye.
Her breasts, while larger than they’d ever been, were still perky. Her abdomen now had only the slightest pooch to it. All in all, not too bad. She smiled. At least not bad enough to send him screaming for the hills.#p#分页标题#e#
She cupped her heavy breasts in her palms and wondered where David was planning to put his hands.
Everywhere, I hope.
A knock sounded at the door. “Are you ready?”
July snagged the towel, then scurried across the room and dived on the bed. Her body quivered with anticipation. “Ready.”
The door opened. She raised herself up on one elbow, the towel carelessly draped over her breasts. July widened her eyes. Her heart fluttered.
Gone was the tux. In its place, gray gym shorts and a blue T-shirt. A five o’clock shadow dusted his cheeks. He looked…simply magnificent. And sexy as hell. “What took you so long?”
“I was trying to find some lotion.” He lifted a pink plastic bottle. His lips twisted in a wry smile. “This is all I could find.”
“Baby lotion?”
David grinned. “It was either that or cooking oil.”
His gaze dropped to the towel.
Though tempted to toss it aside and let the fun begin, July stayed strong and kept the towel firmly in place. Since David had gone to the trouble to find the lotion, she’d play along. For a while.
She plopped back on her stomach. “Ready when you are.”
Out of the corner of her eye she saw him stop and fiddle with some wall controls. Soft melodic strains soon filled the air, the dulcet tones coaxing any remaining tension from her body.
“Is the music too…much?”
July heard the worry in his voice and her heart turned to mush. He obviously wanted everything to be perfect for her. Didn’t he realize he was the ingredient who’d make this night perfect?
“I love classical music,” she said quickly before he did something crazy like turn it off. “It’s so relaxing.”
“Okay. Good.” Relief underscored the words.
Finally, he came to her and took a seat on the bed. He rubbed his hands together and, after a second, poured the lotion into a palm.
“This may be a bit cold at first.” But it wasn’t cold at all. Heat followed everywhere he touched. In seconds she was on fire for him.
But he seemed determined to take it slow. As he caressed her skin with his fingers, he talked about his childhood, his young adult years and what had brought him back to Jackson.
“I was running away from the memories. It took me awhile to realize that until I came to some sort of acceptance, I was going to be mired in the past no matter where I lived.”
If it was odd to be talking about such things while half-naked, it didn’t seem that way to July. But then, nothing with David had ever been ordinary.
Besides, his situation reminded July so much of her situation, she couldn’t help being curious. “How did you get past it?”
“I listened to other people who’d been in similar situations.” He squeezed more lotion into his hand. “Their stories reassured me that healing just takes time…and a desire to move forward.”
Speaking of desire…
His fingers were now skimming softly over her curves. July knew David didn’t want her to feel as if he’d invited her over simply to make love. But they both knew it was why she was here. Because it was something she wanted, too.
When he reached for the lotion bottle again, she flipped over and cast the towel aside. “It’s my turn.”
She didn’t have to ask twice. His gaze darkened and he immediately started shrugging off his clothes. When the shirt and shorts fell to the floor, her pulse quickened.