Someone Else's Ocean

“Yeah?” He poked his head out of the shower and looked in the mirror. “I like this look on me.”

“Me too,” I murmured pressing a kiss to his throat.

He looked down at me with a grin, as suds slipped down his temple.

I was so in love with him.

He gathered me to him and slid his hands down to where I ached. I leaned back into his frame as his cock hardened. “I’m sorry. I’ll take it easier on you.”

“Don’t you dare,” I said fisting his thickness between us. “Don’t. Please don’t do that. I can honestly say this is the only time the pain has been worth it.” Every single tooth he had was displayed with his answering crocky smile.

“Don’t smile at me like that.”

“So, what you’re saying is I’m the best lover you’ve ever had.”

Hell yes.

“I never said that, but thanks for blasting me, pal.”

“Blasting you?”

“It’s an inside joke.”

“Ah,” he said, lathering up. “Will I ever be privy to this information?”

“Doubtful,” I said, rubbing the soap over his chest and down his forearms. He clasped our hands and kissed the back of mine. “I’m starving. Hungry?”

“Sure.” The ache in my belly began to roar as I pressed my lips to his before I stepped out of the shower. Once dry, I frantically searched my cabinets. “Shit.”

“What?” he asked, toweling off. I took a second to admire him. “You look great, Ian. Not that you didn’t look good before, but, you really look so… great.”

His eyes softened. “Can’t find anything for the pain?”

“You’re shit at taking compliments, you know that?”

“I’ll run to the chemist and fetch something.”

“No, you don’t have to do that.”

“Then you can just suffer,” he said rolling his eyes.

Half an hour later, I was curled up in bed with my heating pad when Ian strolled in with two bags. “Did you stock up on Advil until the apocalypse?”

“I’ve got it all.” He emptied the bag onto my bed. “Lift your shirt and lower your broeks.”

“Broeks?”

“Panties.”

I smiled. “Sexy.”

He cut a hand through the air. “Just do it.”

I did as I was told, and he stuck a patch above my pelvic bone, opened a box and gave me four pills and a bottled water to take them with. “That heating patch should do you good, the pharmacist said we can change it every four hours. You can take four of these pills in one go if you need to.”

Stunned by his kindness, I nodded toward the other bag. “What’s in there?”

“Chinese food—and a shit load of it—ice cream, and two movies. Come on, we have to go to my house since you’ve decided to live past century.” He held his hand out to me and I winced as I stood. He pressed a kiss to my temple. “I’m sorry.”