She leaned back and touched his nose. “Then don’t worry. Remember what I told you after your surgery when you were still in the hospital?”
“You told me to stick out my tongue and wiggle it. I did. And you said, ‘You have all that any man needs to satisfy a woman.’ ”
He lightly licked her wrist, ran circles around it with his tongue, and kissed the inside of her forearm. She sighed happily. “Oh, you do remember that. I had said that to so many patients, but with you I was very…”
“You turned red.”
“Yes, I did, because I was attracted to you, Detective.”
“And I was to you, pain nurse.” Will pulled her in for more kissing. It had been so long since he had been with a woman. And this woman had been on his mind for so long. Part of him could barely believe it was happening, that he could be doing this after his surgery and with the day-to-day of his disability. But all of him was enjoying it, with every kiss, touch, and pressure of body on body sweeping away his apprehensions.
As she rocked against his pelvis, she let out a moan.
Still, he felt an obligation, almost like the need to give her a Miranda warning. “What if I get another tumor and end up in a motorized wheelchair or dead?”
She felt heat spreading down to her feet. “What if I get hit by a bus tomorrow?” she whispered.
Then she was taking off his tie, unbuttoning his shirt. “So stop worrying. Anyway…” Her hand was playing with the fly of his slacks. “Something’s happening down here.”
“Mmmmm?”
“Now relax, sir, I’m a nurse.”
***
They lay together in his bed upstairs, the room dark except for pale blue light filtering in from the street. Cheryl Beth looked forward to taking in the view Will’s balcony displayed, but they had other things to do when they first came up to the room. His suit and her black pantyhose were downstairs. She felt spent and completely content. His face looked almost boyish, his hair curled up on the pillow, and his sleepy eyes barely open.
He stuck out his tongue.
She smiled. “You’re a very good bad boy, Will Borders.”
Slipping on his dress shirt, his only piece of clothing that made it upstairs, she stepped out on the narrow balcony.
“This is beautiful,” she called back inside. To her left, she could see the back of Christ Hospital.
“Down below is Jackson Hill Park,” he said. “It’s where the old Mount Auburn incline ran. Most people don’t even know that park exists. I wish they wouldn’t have torn out all the old inclines.”
She stepped back inside, closed the door, and lay beside him again.
“By the way,” he said. “You have perfect breasts.”