Wicked Beat (Sinners on Tour #4)(54)

She looped his arm around her shoulders and encouraged him to lean on her. "I'll help you back to bed now. You are in desperate need of my attention."

"I am on my last limb. Luckily, it's the inflatable one."

Rebekah bit her lip so she didn't bust out laughing and ended up snorting through her nose. She recovered her composure quickly, trying to be sexy. Snorting was so not sexy.

Hand splayed over his waist, it was all she could do not to bury her face in his side and inhale his scent. She decided it was going to be very difficult to stay in character, especially when his hand reached down to cup her breast. Her nipple strained toward his palm immediately. She considered slapping him across the face as if offended, but couldn't bring herself to do it. Since the nurse's outfit was the first one he'd grabbed when they'd looked at costumes, she assumed it was his favorite. She was going to pretend to be a very naughty nurse and encourage his attention. She hoped it didn't ruin the fantasy for him. She twisted slightly so that his fondling hand shifted her nipple right out of the cup of her uniform. She pretended not to notice. Like that was possible with Eric's rush of breath and wayward thumb. When they reached the bed, she lifted his arm over her head and urged him onto the mattress. He grabbed her on the way down, and she found herself sprawled across his hard body.

"Mr. Sticks," she said, lifting her head to look into his desire-glazed eyes, "this is highly inappropriate."

"Dear lord, woman, I'm so turned on right now. You can drop the act and get naked immediately."

She grinned and kissed him. "You always say exactly what I want to hear."

"You're kidding, right?"

She shook her head.

"Most women would slap me for saying that."

"Do you want me to slap you?"

"No, I want you to fuck me."

She laughed. He was so fun to tease though. "You are in no condition for that kind of activity, Mr. Sticks."

He shifted so that his rock-hard cock was pressed against her hip. "I beg to differ, nurse."

"It's time for your sponge bath."

He huffed in feigned exasperation. "Well, if you insist."

She extracted her body from his tight embrace and climbed from the bed. She could feel his eyes on her as she walked away. She made sure there was plenty of sway in each calculated step. He groaned and began to bang his head on his pillow. Since it wasn't a solid object, she didn't chastise him. She recognized that he did that when he was so excited he was about to do something he knew he shouldn't. She took the ice bucket to the bathroom and filled it half full with warm water. There were no sponges, so she'd use a washcloth, but she fully intended to clean every inch of Eric's body. Every inch. Some inches more than once.



       
         
       
        

"Nurse!" he called from the bedroom. "I'm in desperate need of assistance in here."

She held the container of water against her chest and returned to his bedside. She stopped abruptly so water sloshed over her cleavage and trickled between her breasts. "Whoops!"

Eric produced a sound very close to a growl. It made goose bumps rise all over her body.

"Are you ready for your bath?"

"You know what I'm ready for." He nodded pointedly at his straining cock.

"Oh my," she said and set the water on the nightstand. "That does need my immediate attention. It's so swollen. Does it hurt?"

"Only when you don't touch it."

She soaked the washcloth in warm water and rung out the excess before climbing onto the bed. She used two fingers wrapped in the cloth to clean his belly button. He chuckled. "A little lower," he said.

She drew the washcloth along the narrow strip of black hair that ran from his navel downward. His cock twitched when she stopped an inch from touching it. She moved her cloth to the left slightly and drew it back up his belly, away from his straining cock.

"U-turn. U-turn," he demanded breathlessly.

Down again. Stop. Over and up.

"You keep missing the dirty spot," he panted.

"I don't see it," she insisted, trying not to laugh and partially succeeding.

"Then get closer."

She shifted to her hands and knees. Careful not to run one of her spiked heels through his skin, she straddled his body, one knee on each side of his chest, palms on the bed on either side of his thighs. "Is it down here?" She used her cloth to wash his knee with vigorous circular motions.

"Mercy, that's beautiful," he gasped.

She looked over her shoulder to find him gazing up her short skirt. His hands slid over the backs of her thighs to push her skirt up the two remaining inches that covered her butt. While she scrubbed his other knee, he traced her swollen folds with two fingers. Finding her already wet with excitement, he plunged both fingers inside her. She gasped.