When she’d finished, she cut the thread with a pair of scissors, patted the wound once more and stepped back. “Better.” “No bandage?” She shook her head. “No bandage. Need air.” “All right. I guess you’re the doctor.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her onto his lap. Even in the midst of inflicting pain she’d aroused his lust. “Don’t I get a reward for being a good patient?” “I don’t understand.” She delivered the all-purpose phrase he’d taught her. “Reward. A kiss.” The grooves in her cheeks flashed as her lips turned up. “Yes, you need a kiss.” And she bent her head to give him one.
