“What shot?”
“Tetanus,” I say, trying to move my arm again and failing. “It won’t move. It won’t move!”
“Maybe it’s just asleep.”
I shake my head. “I don’t think so. It feels dead.”
He dares to laugh. Asshole. “It’s not dead,” he assures me, rubbing my arm for a few seconds. Suddenly some feeling returns.
“Okay, maybe it’s not dead,” I concede. “I think I was laying on it, but please keep rubbing it because I have never experienced this level of dead arm.”
“I got it and you,” he promises, his lips curve at the edges. “I have experienced this, especially after a long show.”
I start moving my arm around. “Oh thank God. It’s still not right from that shot but it’s alive. And,” I add, “this is a very sexy way to wake up with me, right?”
His gaze does a hot sweep of my naked body and then back up at me. “It’s pretty sexy, baby. And you even gave me an excuse to put my hands all over you. Not that I need one.” He shifts to settle between my legs, his hands on my hips, his lips pressing to my belly. “How about I give you something other than your arm to think about?”
Already my arm is forgotten and my heart is racing. “I’m pretty sure you’ve already succeeded,” I dare to confess.
His eyes light and his mouth, such a delicious mouth, curves. “I’m just getting started,” he promises and his thumb strokes the sensitive skin just inside my hip bones, sending a rush of goosebumps all over my skin. Another caress and my sex clenches, my hips arching into the touch. Kace responds by leaning in, his longish dark hair tickling my belly as his tongue flicks into my belly button.
I gasp with the wet, warm sensation and that’s when a strange beeping sound pulses in the air. I blink in confusion while Kace groans and buries his face in my belly. “That,” he says, tilting those perfect blue eyes my way, “is my alarm. I have a meeting across town.” He glances at his watch and grimaces. “Way too soon, considering I have to go home and change.” He leans in and kisses my belly again and then to my shock, slides lower, and the next thing I know, his deliciously skilled tongue, licks my clit. Just one sizzling lick.
“That’s to give you something to think about today,” he declares, the erotic heat in his eyes almost as scorching as his tongue.
“That’s just evil,” I accuse, but there is a stab of broader disappointment overtaking the heat he’s so easily stirred in my body. He’s leaving. For someone who never wanted to see him again, I really don’t want him to leave.
He kisses my belly. “Just making sure you miss me.”
“Again,” I say, my legs pressing to his sides, holding him in place. “Evil.”
He winks and scrapes his teeth on my knee before salving the sting with his tongue. A touch I feel in my sex, exactly where he needs to be right now. “I promise to make it up to you.” He shifts out of the grip of my legs and rolls off of me, my body silently groaning in protest, but it’s too late to pull him back. He’s now sitting up on the edge of the bed to grab his phone on the nightstand.
I scoot up the mattress and holding the sheet to my chest, sit up and lean against the headboard. Kace is already standing, walking in all his naked hotness to my side of the bed, where he grabs his pants. “Our donor for the violins for the California event is meeting me at the attorney’s office to sign the documents today,” he explains. “I’m taking possession and Mark is securing them in his vault.” He pulls on his boxer briefs and then his pants.
Understanding washes over me. He’s leaving for a good reason and with that knowledge comes relief, driving home how much his departure really bothered me. “Those are expensive violins. One man is donating all of them?”
“A different donor for the ones in California than New York but yes, the donations are generous as hell. I still have to sign the papers on these particular instruments and he’s leaving the country in the morning.” He walks to the other side of the bed again, grabs his T-shirt from a blue cushy chair, and pulls it over his head. I, in turn, indulge myself by watching all his muscles flex before he’s covered up and pulling on his socks and boots. “He’s a bit of a cranky bird, too, or I’d make him wait.” He closes the space between me and before I know his intent, he’s caught my arm, pulled me out from under the sheet, and up into his arms. I am now naked and once again, he is not, one of his hands cupping my bare backside, the other resting on my shoulder. “I’ll have to be gone a big chunk of the day, but I’ll be back as soon as I can. That is if you don’t lock me out after I leave.”