Love On Call

Mari flushed. “I don’t think that’s a prescribed activity.”

“There are a lot of ways to interpret recovery, and one thing I need more than anything else is you.”

“Let’s start with the stairs, and we’ll go from there.”

“Will you stay today?”

Mari reached for Glenn’s hand and leaned over to kiss her. “Honey, I’m staying for as long as you want me.”

Glenn cupped her cheek and kissed her. “I love you. So that’s easy. Forever would about cover it.”

Chapter Thirty

Mari woke with a warm hand pressed to her middle and Glenn’s body curved against her back, Glenn’s face pillowed in her neck. After four mornings waking the same way, she knew she would never tire of it. Glenn possessed her just as she did everything else—with a quiet certainty that left her feeling safe and desired and stronger on her own than she’d ever imagined.

“Mmm.”

“Does that mean you’re awake?” Glenn murmured, her fingers circling slowly, teasing Mari’s skin into wakeful need.

“I believe I might be, but I’m not sure yet.” Smiling, eyes still closed, Mari pressed her hips into Glenn, rewarded by a swift intake of breath. Knowing she could excite her was another of those wonderful revelations she’d quickly become addicted to and hoped to repeat at every opportunity. As soon as Glenn was fully recovered. The waiting was torture, since every time Glenn looked at her she throbbed. Coming back from the ER to Glenn’s welcoming kiss, sleeping beside her with their heated skin sliding in a seductive dance, kept her constantly on the edge of desire. “Maybe you should just keep doing that a little bit longer.”

Glenn chuckled and her hand drifted lower, inviting Mari’s thighs to open.

Mari half turned toward her, kissed Glenn over her shoulder. She caught her breath when Glenn’s fingers slipped between her parted thighs. They were playing a dangerous game, one she loved and was quickly losing. “All right, I’m awake.”

Glenn kissed her again, the tip of her tongue playing over Mari’s lips in time with the glide of her fingers ever lower. She coaxed Mari’s mouth to open, to let her in.

Mari gripped Glenn’s shoulders, turned completely toward her, and pressed her breasts to Glenn’s. “How are your ribs?”

“Perfect.”

Mari laughed, the sound breaking on a sob as Glenn slid effortlessly inside her. She arched, struggling for a little sanity. “Is that a lie?”

“No,” Glenn rasped. “Truth. I’ve been patient, and I’m done waiting. I want you.”

“I’m here. And oh God, I’m yours.”

Glenn buried her face in Mari’s throat and gave herself to the sensation of heat and belonging that pulled her in, body and soul, with each slow, deep stroke. This was home. “I love you.”

“Glenn,” Mari whispered, “you’re going to make me come.”

Mari’s grip on her shoulders tightened, and Glenn focused on the beat of Mari’s heart pounding faster and faster against her own, the soft sounds of wonderment and need breaking from her throat, the lift and pull of her hips. Every hour she’d spent waiting for her body to heal, holding Mari close to her while they slept, part of her had been longing for this, needing this and only this to be completely whole again.

“You’re everything I want,” Glenn said as Mari tightened around her, her body wire taut for an instant, a cry torn from her throat. When Mari relaxed with a long, satisfied sigh, Glenn grinned. “You’re so sexy when you come.”

“Am I?” Mari said drowsily. “That’s handy. Because I very much like it when you make me come.”

“Anytime, say the word.” Glenn kissed her. “How about now?”

Mari laughed, shook the pleasure fog from her mind and framed Glenn’s face, kissing her until Glenn groaned. “If your ribs don’t hurt anymore and your headache’s gone…”

“Gone, perfect, no pain anywhere.” Glenn sounded a little desperate. “Except this one place. Terrible, terrible pain.”

Still laughing, Mari gently eased Glenn onto her back and propped herself on an elbow beside her, trailing her fingertips up and down the center of Glenn’s torso. “Here?”

“That’s nice, but…”

Leaning down, Mari kissed the purple bruise over Glenn’s chest. “You’re sure about this?”

“Yes, yes, positive.” Glenn’s eyes pleaded.

Careful but sure, Mari stroked lower, watching Glenn’s abdomen tighten, her thighs tense. When she slowly circled Glenn’s clit, Glen muffled an oath.

“Sorry. Should I stop?” Mari couldn’t help teasing just a little. She loved knowing Glenn needed her, craved her touch. Loved her.

Glenn growled, gripped her wrist and pressed her hand down harder. “Don’t be cruel.”

“Oh,” Mari whispered, kissing her as she picked up her tempo, “only in the best of ways.”

Glenn’s head rolled back, her neck strained, and a long groan shuddered from her chest.

Content, Mari rested her cheek against Glenn’s shoulder. “I love you.”

“Oh, baby, I love you too.”

“You know we have to get dressed right away.”

“Uh-huh.” Eyes still closed, Glenn stroked Mari’s face. “I’m coming.”

“Not right now,” Mari kissed her. “But later for certain.”

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