Was something wrong?
‘Condom?’ he managed gruffly.
‘Condom?’ she echoed weakly.
‘Do you have any?’ he demanded, leaving her blinking for a few seconds.
It took her an inordinate amount of time to process what he was saying.
‘We need one.’ He sounded pained. As though he could barely stop.
Oti paused, willing herself to think straight.
‘I have one.’ Eventually, her lips drew into a thin line. ‘In the drawer of the dressing table.’
His jaw tightened.
‘You keep condoms in your tukul? Since me, or before me?’
‘It isn’t my tukul. It’s our tukul,’ Oti pointed out, if a little breathlessly, though she couldn’t say that glint of possessiveness in his tone didn’t make her heart leap in triumph. ‘I’ve never stayed in this one before you because, strangely enough, I’ve never been married before.’
He grunted a half acknowledgement, so she pressed on.
‘But, in answer to your question, they were given to me by my boss the minute she saw you.’
‘I take it that’s supposed to be a compliment.’ He pulled a face.
‘Trust me, it is. We’re medical staff. You have no idea quite how weird our sense of humour is sometimes.’
‘I’m beginning to learn,’ Lukas remarked drily, pulling apart the mosquito net and sliding off the bed to head to the dressing table.
‘I do feel bad, though,’ Oti continued as she watched him. ‘The people here have so little. I feel awful about accepting from their supplies, even though I know it’s for the staff too, to keep everyone safe.’
‘I’ll send out a hundred to replace them,’ he declared, crossing back to the bed. ‘A thousand. Hell, I’ll even send a million, just for you to shut up and either slide that on me or give it to me to do.’
A ridiculous giggle escaped her, like some kind of schoolgirl, but Oti couldn’t lament it. It felt like a side of her—the sillier side—that had been missing for so long had returned.
‘I’d rather have a million tetanus shots,’ she joked, as he finished pulling the net back into place, so they didn’t get bitten alive.
‘Done,’ he ground out, flicking the condom onto the bed with his thumb and forefinger. ‘It’s worth it just for this.’
‘Do you have any idea how much a million tetanus shots would cost?’ She laughed, tearing the wrapper and sliding out the sleeve of rubber,
Hopefully, he wouldn’t see how much her hands were shaking. He was so hot, so ready, and it sent a glorious, heavy heat permeating through her entire body.
‘If it means you stop worrying about using a couple of condoms from the supplies,’ he managed thickly, his eyes still gratifyingly riveted on the sight of her sliding the protection over his impressive length, ‘then I think I can spare the money. Didn’t you know that I’m a billionaire?’
‘No, I think that detail might have escaped me,’ she tried for levity, but there was no escaping the need that laced her voice.
She was grateful when he took control again.
‘Now stop talking and come here.’
Scooping her up, he brought her back beneath him before she’d even realised it.
‘Much better,’ he approved, letting his gaze roam over her, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
And then he took his time, as if committing every dip and every curve to memory. As if he couldn’t get enough of her.