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And then, of course, it occurred to her that s precisely what they d done in the shower. I
mean before&
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No, Eric said without wavering. No, and you already asked me that question,
too.
Had she really? Oh, that s right, she did and it was only a few hours ago that
she d asked it. How embarrassing that she should repeat herself.
Eric didn t say anything more and she didn t push the issue. Anyway, she had no
desire to comfort him if he broke down. He seemed in a happy enough mood at the
moment, but why wouldn t he be? Post-coital Lucy and a variety of snack foods: what
more could any man ask?
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Chapter Thirteen
Had she nodded off for a minute or two? Stupid VCR clock still wasn t set. Her
head rested on Eric s warm chest as it rose and fell like clockwork. God, she was
sweating in her terrycloth robe. Why was she so hot? The TV blasted yet another Lucy
episode, and when she reached for the remote, her ankle screamed.
Jumping out of sleep, Eric muttered, What? What s& what?
Ah, my fucking ankle! she cried. She didn t like to swear, but it hurt like hell.
Eric rubbed his face and mumbled, Stop being so difficult. Just let me take you
to the hospital already.
No, she whined.
His head fell back against the sofa and he let out a sleepy moan. What are you
so afraid of?
Nothing. I just know there s nothing wrong with me!
Except that you scream when you move.
I was asleep, she tried to explain. I forgot it was going to hurt.
Eric rolled off the couch with a look of confusion settling on his face. He
scratched his belly as he looked around. After a moment or two, his eyes lit up as
much as a half-asleep person s could and he grabbed a pair of pants.
What are you doing? Savannah asked, perhaps a little too firmly. She wasn t
awake enough to control her emotions. I m not going to the hospital.
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Yes you are, Eric replied simply. But instead of pulling off his pajama pants and
pulling on his jeans, he collapsed beside her on the couch. Just give me five more
minutes.
She sighed and reached again for the remote, this time with more care. See?
she said, turning down the volume. As long as I don t move too quickly, I m fine. I ll just
put another round of ice on my ankle and in the morning I ll be healed.
Eric s eyes popped wide open at the mention of ice. You know, that s not a bad
idea. Pressing both hands down on the couch, he pushed himself up and hobbled like
a drunken uncle over to the kitchen. He sighed as he opened the freezer. The cold
seemed to revive him. He brought the tray out and snapped it back and forth before
dumping the ice into a metal mixing bowl. Even before leaving the kitchen, he picked up
one piece and traced it along the base of his jaw and down his neck. That s better, he
said. Nothing like ice dripping down your neck to wake a guy up.
If you say so. Savannah chuckled. That s never been my game.
He brought the ice to the TV room and sat on the coffee table before placing the
ice-cold metal bowl on her ankle. She flinched, but she didn t move her foot away.
Anything so unnerving must be a help.
How does that feel? Eric teased.
Like hell.
He moved the bowl from her ankle and set it on top of a magazine. From it, he
swiped a single cube. Savannah cringed as she watched it coming for her, but when the
ice made contact with her skin, she was surprised to find it wasn t painfully cold. If
anything, it tickled.
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How about this? Eric asked, tracing the cube around her slightly-swollen ankle.
How does this feel?
The ice melted quickly between his fingers and her flesh. Droplets of water
trickled down her foot and dripped from her heel onto the throw pillow it was set upon.
Good, she said. To her surprise, it was true. It feels really good, actually.
What if I do this? Eric asked, picking up a fresh cube and tracing it up the inside
of her calf. Shifting her robe aside, he circled it around her knee before drawing it
slowing up her thigh. The cold made her tremble now. She felt its effects more between
her legs than she had against her ankle. A whole line of water droplets tumbled down
her inner thigh, soaking the terrycloth beneath her. She knew where he was going with
this, and she wanted to show him she was on board.
Savannah untied her belt and let her robe fall open at the front. Her breasts were
warm and soft with sleep. Do my tits, she bid. With the ice. Make them hard.
A churlish grin bled upon Eric s pink lips. You want me to?
Yeah. She even cupped her breasts and held them for him. Couldn t he see
they wanted him too? Her whole body wanted him over again, but her breasts wanted
him first. He lifted his ice cube slowly, overshooting her tits. For a moment, she was
sure he was heading for her neck, but then he brought the ice toward himself like a child
jealously guarding a favourite toy. With a fiendish smile, he took the cube between his
lips and held it there with his teeth. It must have been damn cold, because he closed his
eyes and hissed, but he didn t remove the cube.
Droplets fell against Savannah s chest as Eric came in close and traced the ice
slowly around her lips. She could feel it melting before it even came in contact with her
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flesh. When the ice did touch down on her mouth, it knocked the sleep right out of her
system. She was wide awake now, and she wanted everything Eric had to give.
Pulling his head in close, she kissed him hard. The ice cube floated in their
mouths, jumping from tongue to tongue. The passion between Savannah s mouth and
Eric s was far too hot for any little ice cube to survive. It was gone in what seemed like
mere moments, and Eric leaned back to grab another. I believe your beautiful breasts
were next on the list, he said.
But Eric had proven his ability to sexually ad lib. She trusted him to use his own
mind. Surprise me.
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