With the door shut, steam filled the bathroom. With Conrad standing under the hot water she ran the loofah over him. After the body wash rinsed off she ran her hands over his skin in an attempt to create friction and heat him up. Her foot was sore from standing so long, but she didn't breath a word of it to Conrad. She knew he had done enough for her. It was time to focus on him.
"Why didn't you wake me up?" She finally asked.
"You looked peaceful. Plus I dozed off myself for a little."
"You nearly froze to death!" She cried, looking up at him.
"I doubt that a tentative case of the sniffles is hardly life threatening. Truthfully I'd do it all over again to hold you again. And you taking care of me is icing on the cake." He said, grabbing her hips and pulling her into a kiss.
"Maybe we should take this conversation to the bedroom." She said with a small smile. She wanted Conrad right there, but her foot was on fire and she was desperate to lay down.
"I'm fine here." He said, inching closer to her. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer until their skin was touching. If he hadn't been warmed up by the shower he would have been warmed by the blaze that scorched every inch of skin that touched hers.
He brushed the wet hair from her neck, kissing and sucking at the hollowed skin. She moaned and stirred, letting her body lean into his. She ran her fingers through his hair, pushing him closer to her. His lips moved to hers and he let his hand roam down her back, stopping on the small of her back. He pushed her closer to him. Out of her mouth came some half yelp-half cry sound that he never heard before.
"What is it?" He cried. He looked her up and down, suddenly aware of the way she lifted her broken foot. He swooped down, grabbing her and moved her to the bedroom without bothering to turn off the shower.
He grabbed a nightgown for her, tossing it on the bed.
"What are you doing?"
"Looking for your boot." He said as he moved around the room.
"Conrad! I thought-"
"Oh no, my dear. You're going to have to rest. The doctor told you not to overdo it or you risk re-injuring your foot." He strapped the black boot to her foot before stepping into a pair of pajama pants. He didn't even bother with the pajama top.
"So you're not doing anything?" She asked.
"I plan on holding you all night long if that's what you're asking."
She sighed, angry that the passion they experienced moments ago was fleeting. She knew he was right and she needed to lay still and relax. But still, she wanted him. As her head found its way to his chest, she wondered if this was some ploy to make her anticipate him more. If so, it was working.