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in with you and help you get into the chair,” she explains as she leads us over to the shower door. “When you’re ready, I’ll leave you to it.”
    I nod and try to concentrate on making it to that damn chair without falling on my ass like a fucking idiot. I’m beginning to regret this whole plan of mine. Every inch of my body is on fire, and I don’t know if I will have the strength to get back to the damn bed. Ana gently lowers me into the chair. She holds me close to her until she knows I’m okay. I immediately miss her touch when she releases me, and I fight the urge to pull her back into my arms. She stands in front of me with her wet shirt clinging to her breasts, showing off her perfect tits. Even in a haze of pain, my cock jumps to life when I realize that she isn’t wearing a bra. Amazingly, she is totally unaware of the effect that she’s having on me as she smiles bashfully and steps out of the shower.
    “I’ll be right back. Just holler if you need me,” she whispers.
    I close my eyes and let the warm water run down my body, relieving some of the tension that was building in my aching muscles. By the time I finish taking my shower, the entire room is clouded with steam. I shut off the water and reach for the towel Ana had left on the rail and place it over my waist. “Ana?” I call.
    “Coming,” she yells. She quickly opens the door and heads over to me. A small smile spreads across her face when she notices the towel I placed across my lap. “Ready?” she asks as she grabs an extra towel from the cabinet and places it around my shoulders.
    Without answering, I place my hands on her shoulders, using them to help pull myself up from the chair. She eases me out of the shower, being careful not to pull any of my stitches. After I tighten the towel around my waist, we slowly make our way back over to the bed. Each step is filled with excruciating pain, but I’m determined to get back to that damn bed without falling. I need to start building my strength so I won’t have to rely on her so much next time. When we reach the bed, she takes the towel from my shoulders and uses it to dry me off.
    “Do you want a fresh shirt?” she asks.
    “Not yet,” I tell her as I slowly lower myself to the edge of the bed. Once I’m sitting, she innocently kneels down between my legs so she can begin removing the bandages. I try not to let my mind go where it wants to go, but fuck it’s hard. When she reaches up to remove the first bandage, her breasts press up against me, begging me to reach out and touch them. Fuck. She has to be messing with me. I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I look down and watch as she peels back the first bandage. I am relieved to see that I didn’t cause any damage to the stitches during my shower. “They still looking okay?” I ask.
    “Yes, but you’re going to need some fresh dressings. If you lay back, I’ll change them for you.” She puts her hands behind my shoulders, helping me lean back onto the pillows, and then she helps bring my legs to the center of the bed.
    She leans over me and begins applying the new bandages on my chest. I am totally mesmerized as I watch her lay each piece of gauze carefully on my chest. A few loose strands of hair fall in her face, and I gently tuck them back behind her ear. Touching her sends a jolt of need through me. Her breathing instantly becomes irregular and her hands tremble as I continue to watch her every move. When she starts to bite her bottom lip, I can’t take it anymore.
    I reach up, taking her face in my hands, and gently pull her over to me. Something inside of me ignites the minute her lips touch mine. A fire is set deep inside me, and I know in that instant that I’ll never get enough of her. A light moan escapes her as my tongue brushes against her bottom lip, fueling my need for more. I lower my hands to her neck and pull her closer, needing to feel her body against mine. I want her… all of her. I ignore