When we reached Olivia house, I parked the truck close to the back door. I helped her into the house and set down on a chair in the kitchen. Pulling over another, I elevated her bad leg and removed her boot and stock. Her ankle was swollen and I examined her carefully and told her no bone was broken. " Look like just a bad sprain to me," I said and setting her foot down on th chair cushion. "Of course, you should probably get an X-ray as soon as the roads are clear. Just to be sure," let's put some ice on it. I think that the best help for you now."
I applied the ice warp to her ankle. I asked. Do you have any pain reliever around?"
She told me where to find the bottle in the cupboard above the sink. And I brought her two tablets with a glass of water.
I Jackson focused on her ankle to notice the rest of her, my gaze slowly traveled from her injured ankle up the rest of her body. When
I reached her chest, I blink. But like a gentleman, I didn't stop and stare. Well, not long enough so that she 'd really notice, Finally my gaze met her own. "You're soaked to the skin.
Olivia . You've got to get out those wet clothes right away and take a hot bath."
"The bathtub is upstairs. I think I'd better take my
chances down here, in the shower."
"You'll break your neck in that shower," I said
simply.Don't worry. I can get you upstairs and into
the tub. No problem."
"Yes, problem, she replied with a sweet, tight
smile.For one thing, I hardly know you well
enough to let you give me a bath," she sputtered.
I laughed at her distress. "Really? How well do
you need to know a guy before you might permit
that delightful privilege..just for the record?
"Just for the record, she said tightly, "a hell of
a lot longer than you plan on hanging around."
I stood over her looking down at her thoughtfully
"Poor Olivia," I murmured. I gently brushed
a strand of her wet hair off her brow with my fingertips. "You don't like to let anyone do anything for you, do you?"
"Stop teasing me, Brian." You don't have to
jolly me up."
"I'm not teasing you, I protested quietly, still
stroking her hair. Just making an observation. I
think you don't have much experience with allowing someone else to take care of you. That's probably more to the point."
"Perhaps,"" she murmured.
"Don't worry, I'll remain blindfolded, Iike the audience volunteer in a magic act, if you wish."' I lightly grazed her cheek with the back of my fingertips, as if testing the softness of her skin. "You're modesty, fair damsel, will be totally preserved. On my honor."
She met my dark, sincere gaze and suddenly
wasn't worried about her modesty at all. It was her willpower that really concerned her.
"I'll run up and start the bath. We'll work it out,
I promised.
"All right," she replied.
I left the room, to prepared her bath, when I finally settled her to the tub, she told me to providing a sturdy armchair next to the tub, so that
she could maneuver herself in and out of the water without my aid. I told her I 'll be next door in case she need help
"Olivia? Are you all right in there?" I called Out suddenly in alarm when I heard noise. I heard her saying something but its not cleared . "What did you say? I called a bit louder. didn't quite hear you. Are you okay?" I turned doorknobs.
"I'm perfectly fine," she called out quickly. "Be out in a minute.'"
"Be careful getting out. Maybe I ought to come
in and help you," I added, sounding worried
"No...please," she insisted. In a second, a sound of broken objects eco in bathroom and wait for her permission again. "I'm coming in!" I warned her before burst through the door like a superhero.
"Brian......-please! I'm all right. I just knocked some things on the floor." I just stood in the doorway, her beautiful body was wrapped in a towel that barely reach her knees, she look so sexy and beautiful. I feel like eating her alive. I smiled at her
"What are you smiling at, for heaven's sake?" She blasted
"Can't help it You look like a beautiful fla-
mingo," I replied, fighting to hold back a laugh.
"You promised youd close your eyes, she re-
minded me througlh gritted teeth. "Or blindfold
yourself or something."
"Oh, right. I closed my eyes. "Is that better?"
"Somewhat," she sighed. I started walking toward her, with eyes squeezed closed.
"What in the world do you think you're doing'?"
"I'm going to help you get into the chair, so that
you don't break your pretty neck...and other attractive parts of your anatomy, Olivia," I explained patiently. "You will warn me if I'm in danger of falling into the tub?"
"I will not," she huffed in reply.
"Tell me when I'm getting warmer, Olivia , I asked in a teasing tone. I felt her touched in my arm
"Okay, stop right there." That's far enough."
"That's better, I coached her.Now, just hold
on to my shoulders and I'll help you into the chair."
"Okay, she murmured. Give me a second."
"Are you ready? " I asked.
"Just keep your eyes closed, she warned as she
gripped my shoulders. I grip her waist in an achingly intimate fashion, and scent fill me. I know I'd gave her my word, I can't pretend, she'd didn't turn me on. "Just lean against me, Olivia. I've got you. It's okay," I assured her.
She did lean against me, pressing her cheek to my hard chest. But it wasn't okay at all. Not one tiny bit. I dip my head toward her own, my
cheek nuzzling her damp, freshly shampooed hair. Then my hands slipped a little lower, down to her hips, my fingertips grazing her bare bottom where the towel edge ended. I can't hold on anymore. And I think she felt thesame. She pressed her full weight against me.
"Hmm,you smell wonderful," I murmured.
"Must be the shampoo," she answered .
"I think it's just.....you, Olivia, I whispered huskily against her ear. "You feel so warm and soft.....sweet. " I pressed my lips on her cheek then moving lower toward her mouth. "I just can't re-sist... though I will keep my eyes closed," I promised.
"So will I," she agreed, as she closed her eyes
and tipped her head back to meet my kiss.
I wound tightly around her waist, pulling her close to the heat of my hard body, supporting her totally, so that she gave no thought to her
injury. To the contrary, as our kiss deepened, she relaxed in my arms, floating on a cloud of pure sensual bliss. I kissing her slow and coaxing. Sweet and persuading. It
made her feel cherished, desired...beautiful. when my tongue met hers in a slow sensual dance every nerve ending "I know I promised to be on my best behavuor...but standing next to that door was driving me crazy," I admitted as I gently nibbled her lower lip.
"Me, too," she confessed.
In tune with her reaction, I hugged her even
closer, and our kiss continued, the heat between
Us slowly building, higher and higher. I felt the
hard, throbbing evidence of my desire pressing
against her bare leg beneath my damp sweatpants. Suddenly it seemed that there was very little between us.and nothing at all stopping us from making love right in the middie of the bathroom.
Oliva suddenly pulled herself away, from my tight embrace as my hand moving up to her boob cheek.
"Brian....please," she sighed, abruptly puling away from me.
"Olivia...hold on. What are you doing'? " my
eyes flew open, and I tried to keep her from losing
her balance. "You're going to fall," I warned.
She pulled out of my grasp and held on to the chair for support. "I'm just fine," she insisted. Now please go."
I took a deep breath, stared at her wide-eyed,
then averted my gaze."All right, if you insist
Then with my eyes theatrically squeezed shut, I
reached out and gentiy tugged up the edge of her
towel, which had slipped down to a point well be
yond decency. "Careful or you'll catch a chill. I grin
And turned my back to her. "I'd tell you that you're lovely when you're angry......but that would probably just make you madder."
"You already have!" she demanded
Without another word I stepped out of the room.