When he pulled back, he didn’t go far. His rested his forehead on my shoulder, and his breath moved across my cheek.
“Dane, tell me if anything hurts.”
“It doesn’t.”
He kissed me again, and this time he slipped a hand under the hem of my t-shirt. His palm was warm against my bare stomach.
First night without a comm.
The thought arrived clean. There was no earpiece on the nightstand. Cabot was in the building, but he was down the hall. We had no alarm set or watch schedules to follow.
Farrow’s hand was on me with a locked door protecting us from the rest of the world.
I exhaled.
Farrow raised his head.
“Everything okay?”
“Better than that, well, except for my leg.” I chuckled, and he laughed along with me.
He worked the t-shirt up in stages, past my ribs, and I raised my arms enough for him to pull it the rest of the way over my head. He dropped it off the side of the bed.
Farrow pressed his open mouth against the hollow of my collarbone, and then he exhaled.
I slowly raked my fingers into his damp hair. He hummed lightly as he moved his mouth down over my chest.
“Take these off,” he said, tugging the waistband of my sweats.
“You take them off.”
“You’ll have to lift your hips.”
“I’ll do my best.”
It was a minor battle with me twisting back and forth until Farrow could work the sweats over my bandaged thigh. When the waistband cleared my knees, he rolled out of bed, stood, and pulled the sweats the rest of the way off. My boxer briefs were next. I lay naked with the wrap standing out clean and white against my skin.
He grabbed his package as he looked at me. “Can’t help it,” he said. “He’s been waiting all week.”
My cock stiffened. He’d undressed me before, but this was different. I had a hole in my thigh and I was less than six hours out of the hospital.
“Blaise,” I said.
“Yeah?”
“Come back up.”
He climbed back onto the bed and kissed me longer this time. His hand slid down over my chest, past my ribs, and across my stomach. His palm rested low on my belly.
He kissed down over my jaw to the side of my throat. The tension I’d been carrying in my shoulders since the hospital began to let go.
“Good,” Farrow said, low.
He kissed the center of my chest. Then he moved down. His mouth tracked my ribs on the right side. The hand on my stomach moved to my good thigh.
When he settled between my legs, he was careful. He angled himself across my left thigh, leaving the wrapped leg clear. He wrapped his fingers around the base of my cock.
“Tell me,” he said. “If anything—“