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hospital, and carry a spare.”

 
     
     
     
    ELEVEN
     
     
    When she’d been a kid, she wondered what the hell nice undies had to do with being in the hospital in an emergency, but as she grew up she didn’t question and just did it.
    How she missed her mom. She’d have been so good about giving her advice. Thinking of how she’d lost her mother so suddenly to cancer brought back painful memories.
    She dried herself with one of the clean towels she found folded in a cabinet and wrapped it around her body.
    The first thing she noticed when she got out was her handbag on the bed, along with her cleaned clothes. She limped to the bed and searched her bag for the zippy containing her clean undies, brush, toothpaste, and toothbrush.
    She slipped on the panties and thanked her common sense for always carrying deodorant. Body odor was so not her thing. She put on the cotton pants and her wrap around sweater. No way could she slide her foot into her fuzzy boots because it was still swollen so she rewrapped it and put on her socks.
    There was always something though. She’d been unable to wear her bra again. It was sweaty and she chose to hand wash it and lay it to dry in the bathroom. She’d officially taken over Luke’s bedroom, it seemed.
    “Ah, what the hell?” She’d never waltzed around without a bra and it felt all kinds of sensual but wrong.
    She left the bedroom and once again listened but didn’t hear anything. This man had a tendency of disappearing on her. She sighed and sat on the massive rug facing the fireplace. She could have sat on the sofas, but the plush carpet looked so much more inviting.
    Her body was wound so tight, she could barely find it in her to relax. How in the hell was she supposed to when her pussy ached like it was on fire? She bit on her lip and caressed her inner thigh. Something was wrong with her. Very wrong. She’d never been this horny in her life. It was like a light switch had been turned on and she only got worse with time.
    She curled back on the rug, taking an almost fetal position. There, watching the fire burn, she fell into a restless sleep. She woke when she felt a hand crawl up her leg, caressing her softly and spreading her thighs. She didn’t pull away. Instead, she softened. There was a distinct scent filling her nose. Luke. How she knew it was him touching her? It was more than just deducing. She knew from his touch, from the sound of his breathing.
    “Luke,” she moaned, feeling him yank her pants down. She lifted her ass giving in so easily. There was no fight in her. In the past, she would’ve given every excuse under the sun, but right now, all she wanted was him to shove his cock into her and pound her so hard she’d see stars.
    “I can’t stay away from you,” he groaned, his lips taking hers in a desperate kiss. Her clothes flew off her body, each piece tugged with an urgency she’d never felt before.
    Then he was spreading her large thighs open, pushing her legs back and grunting. She looked at him from under lowered lashes. His nostrils flared. She shouldn’t like the wild, feral look on him so much, but she did. There was something seriously wrong with her. He stared at her folds.
    “So wet. So slick,” he grunted.
    Yes. She sensed her body growing ready for him to take her. How was it possible? He’d barely touched her. He slid his hand between her wet pussy lips, fondling and caressing. The urge to have him touch her grew. She wanted him kissing her. Licking her. “You have to do something.”
    “What do you want,” he said, his churned gravel voice making her already tight nipples hurt.
    She reached up, grabbing his arms and tugging him down. “Lick me. Fuck me. Do something.”
    “I’ll lick you first,” he lowered his head to breathe over her exposed clit. That alone sent shudders racing up her spine. She watched him inhale. “Then I’ll fuck you. I’m growing desperate to feel your pussy hugging my cock.”
    He continued to