Curse of the Mermaid

He put the paper covering between his teeth and pulled the edges apart. God, she was beautiful. He wished he could use his hands to explore the part of her that lay hidden from view. Her leg tensed, as he wiped the antiseptic across her skin. Bending his head, Dominic pursed his lips and blew across her skin. He heard her gasp. Dominic glanced up and saw her arms braced, leaning back. The shirt inched higher giving him a glimpse at her upper thigh and a silken curl.

Dominic felt his need deepen. He pulled the tabs from the adhesive ends, then placed the Band-Aid over the abrasion. Then unable to resist, he leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on top. He heard her suck in a breath of surprise.

“Now your palm,” he said as if he did this every day.

Her trembling arm moved forward, and he administered first aid to this abrasion as well. Then, as before, he raised her palm to his mouth and held the sensitive skin to his lips. He watched as she tilted her head back, closed her eyes and moaned as his tongue roughly slid up her open palm and then slithering between her middle finger.

“You are beautiful, Serena,” he told her tenderly and leaned forward to plant a trail of fire across her upturned neck and over the stone she always wore.

She arched toward him, her hands intertwining against the dark curls as she held him there. His teeth nipped at her collarbone as he moved and hovered over her body. She was an aphrodisiac, and he could not get enough.