Page 87 of Dangerous Promises

"Lay back," she says.

I narrow my eyes but do as she says.

"Is the bullet still in there?"

"No, princess," I say, smirking. I know she doesn't have much experience but it's cute that she thinks that. She dabs something that looks like disinfectant onto a tissue and comes for me, pressing it forcefully into the wound.

I sharply inhale through my nose. Jesus Christ that fucking hurts. Not to mention the sting from the disinfectant. She's pressing way too hard and there's definitely too much solution on that thing. Fuck.

"Why wouldn't you let Isla help you?" she asks, eyes focused on her torturous task.

"Dunno," I say through gritted teeth. "Regretting that now though."

She smiles and presses it harder. "I thought you liked it when it hurt?"

I sniff out a laugh. I can't fault her there.

She finally removes that God awful tissue and shuffles through different medical supplies, her hands settling on a needle that she holds up out of the kit.

"No!" I say, panicked hand coming out to stop her. "It does not need stitches, princess. It's not even an open wound, get that thing away from me."

She smiles, but does throw the needle back in the box and leaves it be.

"I don't really know what I'm doing," she admits.

"You don't say."

She looks shy and unsure, much less feisty than she usually is, which makes me want to take pity on her. I'm so stupid and so fucked.

"Just put a small amount of the brown liquid - yes that one - on that tissue," I say, she starts to turn the bottle upside down so I stop her, "small,small, amount. That's right."

She comes towards me with the tissue.

"Now just gently tap that around the edges, just like that, good."

She works in perfect gentle motions that are almost a tickle as she dabs the medicine around the edge of the wound. It's not a bad one, just a bleeder. Not enough to require stitches, but just enough to need to be cleaned.

"Does it hurt?" she asks.

"No," I lie.

She concentrates more, a little frown appearing between her brows as she focuses in on me. She rests her hand on my leg to get a better grip and I hold my breath.

Fuck.

The pain goes away entirely as my focus goes to a completely different area of my body I need to keep in check.

I'm completely consumed by the way her small hand curves around my thigh. The slight bite to her lip as she concentrates. The way her green eyes are lit with interest as she surveys my body. Her dress flaring open slightly to expose just enough of her chest to tease me but not sate me.

I can't.

I can't control it as the feel of her hands hits me, exploring my abs and inching up my leg.

I grab her hand suddenly, gritting my teeth and pausing her exploration of my thigh. Her eyes snap up to meet mine. The sharpness behind them feeling like a knife that cuts deep down into my heart.

"Hurt?" she whispers, her breath disappearing sensuously on the air. Her other hand drops from my bare chest, brushing up against the edge of my fully erect cock. Her mouth parts on a tiny gasp, her eyes shifting down only slightly. When they come back up to meet me, they're heavy and piercing, drooping at the lids. Suddenly I'm all too aware of how her breath changes. The wayher chest rises and falls. How her hand doesn't disappear from where she's brushing up against me.

I swallow when her hand moves even higher, gently stroking me through my pants. I fight the urge to throw my head back and instead remain locked in a stare with her. That look in her eyes is piercing. As it has always been. Her eyes reel me in. As they always have. A spell she casts upon everyone to get her way.