"Is everything OK?" He asked, peering around the door jam. She jumped at the sound, and shoved him away, slamming the door none-too-gently in his face. Then she pressed her hand against her abdomen and winced.
"It's fine. I'm fine. Just go." Her exasperated voice ordered. He ignored her and leaned up against the wall, waiting. He heard a squeak as she turned the shower on and his mind raced with images of her body; naked, hot and wet. He tested the door, finding it unlocked, and slipped inside the bathroom. Her silhouette was framed against the cream colored shower curtain. He could hear her cursing to herself as she struggled to lift her arms over her head to shampoo her hair. He quietly peeked around the curtain, seeing her eyes closed; he quickly shed his clothes and stepped up behind her, making a small noise to announce himself.
"Jesus!" Startled, she spun around, and slammed smack into his hard chest. His arms came up around her, pulling her wet body against his, gingerly. She wiped at her eyes, which had gotten soap in them. He used the pads of his thumbs to help rinse them, then moved his hands up to wrap his fingers around her wet hair and lift her face to his. She blinked, testing to make sure the soap was out of her eyes and stared at him.
"What do you think you are doing?" She demanded, her hands coming up between their bodies to push him away. "Get out of here."
"You're a pushy broad, aren't you?" He laughed at her. "I'm helping you wash. You seemed unsteady and in pain and you now have soap in your eyes. Just close them, I'll help you."
"The soap got there because you startled me. I'm only pushy because you are being pushy with me." She poked his chest as she spoke. "Now get out. I can take a shower by myself." Her knees were still weak, this time the culprit was not just her silly body, but mostly the very wet and hard man before her. But, she wasn't about to admit weakness. She wasn't about to end up in this very wet man's arms, nor in bed with him. That just wasn't on the agenda. She scolded herself when her eyes wandered to his growing erection. He watched her in amusement and mistook the direction of her eyes for interest. He knew "invitation" was pushing it.
"Turn around, I'll soap you up." He was already pouring her liquid body wash into his hands. She sighed, held onto his arm and complied, because she was, she'd admit to herself at least, feeling weak again. The pain from the surgery was taking a lot out of her. He worked the soap into a lather and then went to work. His touch was magic, sending tingles across her skin. When his hard body pressed against hers, she groaned inwardly. He was gentle, but not overly-so and he took his time and was efficient. He started at her shoulders, massaging them as he massaged the soap in. Then slid his hands down her back, playfully squeezing her butt on the way down. She rolled her eyes. He moved to face her and his hands continued to skim down her arms, to her hands. He paused and lifted them to his lips so he could kiss her fingers, while gazing into her eyes. She pulled her hands back and looked everywhere but at his face, as he washed the front of her body, slipping against her soft skin. He was very careful of her incision.
Then, he made his way down her legs. He lifted one foot at a time, while she held onto his shoulders and massaged each toe, tickling her in the process. She tried to cover up her giggle with a cough. He knelt before her and leaned forward to gently kiss all around her incision, with a boyish grin upon his face. How could she be mad at that? She wondered. OK, so far, nothing too sexual. She could handle that. Then he rose, with a look in his eye that had her heart aflutter and mind screaming warning. She felt his fingers brush across the swell of her breast and she looked down to see her nipple pebble up in response. His fingers caressed her breasts and rolled her nipples between them. He looked down, then back into her eyes, before he lowered his head and took one wet nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling expertly around it. Her body arched in response and he mistook her growl of annoyance as encouragement and let his other hand glide down her abdomen.
The combination of steamy pounding water, hot wet mouth, and tantalizing touch, sent her over the edge, literally. She cried out as she lost her balance and started toppling over the tub's edge. He leaped into action and caught her before she could fall, swooping her soaped-up soaked body into his arms. He climbed over the tub and strode out of the bathroom.
"Wait, I'm still soapy." She observed. He nodded, stepped back into the spray, assured himself they were both thoroughly rinsed off and did the same thing again, stopping to grab a towel off the rack and her cosmetics bag. He draped the towel over her. She was breathless by the time he lay her in the bed and eased her back against the pillows. He unzipped the bag and found what he needed: gauze, medical tape, disinfectant solution, and ointment. He set about tending to the incision on the right side of her lower abdomen. He knew it hurt her and offered her one of her pain killers she had sitting on the bedside table. She gratefully accepted it and the glass of water he held out to her, then sighed and tried not to wince as he re-covered the site.
"Does it hurt really bad?" The first time he had asked about it.
"It's tender." She cringed. "Oh hell, it hurts like a mother." She admitted, reaching for a pillow. He beat her to it and placed the pillow gently against her abdomen to brace herself. "Thanks. Why are you doing this?"
"I want to." Was his simple reply.
