Heaven Sent by Rochelle Alers

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    Serena’s hands were shaking as she wrang the water out of the facecloth and placed it over the lower half of David’s face. What was she doing? She was sitting on a naked man who, although injured, was fully aroused. And there was no doubt that she had aroused him.
    She wanted David to close his eyes so he wouldn’t see her own reaction to his obvious desire. But he didn’t, and seconds later his gaze went from her face to her chest, where her distended nipples were visible through the lacy cups of her bra and the delicate fabric of her linen blouse.
    Her gaze widened. “Close your eyes,” she ordered in a breathless whisper.
    He complied, smiling. “That will be a lot easierto do than getting another part of my body to follow your orders. There are times when
it
has a mind of its own.”
    Serena felt the heat in her face sweep over all of her body. It settled between her thighs, and it took Herculean will to not respond to the pulsing hardness pressing up against her buttocks.
    Shaking a can of shaving cream, she pushed the button, and peaks of cream settled on her fingertips. She marveled that she didn’t cut or nick David as she drew the razor expertly over his jaw, circumventing the area over his left cheek where Dr. Rivera stitched the flesh together.
    She eased herself off his body, noticing that his arousal had not abated. It was apparent that her patient was a healthy, virile male who would be more than sexually adequate when having to perform.
    Sanding at the bedside, she wiped away all traces of shaving cream and applied an astringent to his smooth, brown cheeks.
    David opened his eyes for the first time since Serena had ordered that he close them. He realized that she was as affected by his body’s reaction as he was by hers. The softness of her flesh, her sensual scent of flowers and musk clinging to her skin, and the firm roundness of her bottom pressing against his sex had him close to exploding. What he did not want to do was embarrass himself by spilling his lust on the bed instead of in her body. His gaze widened in shock. He hadn’t known her twenty-four hours and he wanted her! Wanted to be inside her!
    Wanting to sleep with Serena Morris went against everything he believed in. He’d never engaged in gratuitous sex! Not ever! Not as a teenage boy nor as apopular musician. Aside from the nickname of Dracula, the members of Night Mood had also called him “The Monk,” because he refused to sleep with women when touring.
    He had always been careful to not drink too much for fear of losing control and ending up in bed with a woman who would later claim that he was the father of her baby. His retort when the band members teased him was that he wanted no part of a paternity scandal; even more than avoiding any legal entanglements or entrapments, he wanted the choice to be his when he decided to marry and father children.
    David did not know why he thought of marriage and children now. Did his thoughts have something to do with Serena Morris? Was it because she had helped save his life that he felt they were connected? That he owed her something? That perhaps he wanted to repay her by offering to share his life with her?
    He touched his jaw, savoring the feel of smooth flesh under his fingertips. A slow smile softened his mouth. “You’re much better than my barber. Thank you.”
    Wiping her hands on a towel, Serena returned his smile. “My barbering skills do not extend to haircuts. Not unless you’d like me to shave your head.”
    David ran a hand over his close-cut, graying hair. “I don’t think so.” There had been a time when he wore his shoulder-length hair in a ponytail, and he missed the long hair, black attire, and diamond stud earring from his Night Mood era.
    She dropped the razor in the bowl along with the facecloth and towel. Taking a surreptitious glance at her patient, she noticed the expression of satisfaction softening his features.
    “I’m going to help you into a