A Tumble on the Beach
Elleah swiped a tear off her cheek and turned from her trance to wander further down the beach. She had walked only a short way, skipping over the incoming surf, when she landed wrong, tripped and fell over—legs. She had fallen over a man sleeping on the beach…a bum?
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“I may not be a physician, but I can certainly tell a sprain from a break—.” He knelt in front of her. A chill breeze caught her and sent a shiver up her arms where he had most recently held her steady. Light fingers moved from the top of her knee down to her foot. Everywhere he touched, left a trail of anxious nerve endings.
With a firm hand wrapped around her heel, supporting the weight of her raised calf, he unclasped her sandal and laid it to the side. He probed the injury, gently moving her foot this way and that. She tried to suppress a squeal when he stretched the limb downward and pain shot through her leg. “It’s not broken,” he said. His speech was almost hypnotic and seemed to sooth her pain as much as his touch. “Though it may indeed have some swelling, I’m not feeling any accumulated fluid. I think if I wrap it, it will see you safely up to the hotel until you can have someone else look at it.”
“With what?”
“Excuse me?”
With the question, his fingers stilled where they had been massaging the sole of her foot and she relaxed back into his touch and caressing tones. Elleah brought a hand up to brush her hair back from her face. “What will you use to wrap it?” She fought hard to concentrate on her words.
“Yes, well…” he set her foot down upon the sand and settled back on his haunches.
Through the gloom, she watched his rummage through his pockets muttering to himself. Glancing out over the ocean, she saw the faint tinge of an indigo line marking the horizon. They were but a couple of hours away from dawn. “Ah, ha,” he declared and perched back on his knees to lift her calf in his large hand. “My tie.” With a practiced ease, he stretched the across her calf and started to wrap the silky material down and around her foot—her ankle, leaving her toes exposed. “You won’t be able to put your shoe back on.”
“I’ll ruin your tie if I walk on it.”
“It’s not sentimental,” he said and smiled up at her. “Sacrificed for a good cause.”
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Elleah swiped a tear off her cheek and turned from her trance to wander further down the beach. She had walked only a short way, skipping over the incoming surf, when she landed wrong, tripped and fell over—legs. She had fallen over a man sleeping on the beach…a bum?
***
“I may not be a physician, but I can certainly tell a sprain from a break—.” He knelt in front of her. A chill breeze caught her and sent a shiver up her arms where he had most recently held her steady. Light fingers moved from the top of her knee down to her foot. Everywhere he touched, left a trail of anxious nerve endings.
With a firm hand wrapped around her heel, supporting the weight of her raised calf, he unclasped her sandal and laid it to the side. He probed the injury, gently moving her foot this way and that. She tried to suppress a squeal when he stretched the limb downward and pain shot through her leg. “It’s not broken,” he said. His speech was almost hypnotic and seemed to sooth her pain as much as his touch. “Though it may indeed have some swelling, I’m not feeling any accumulated fluid. I think if I wrap it, it will see you safely up to the hotel until you can have someone else look at it.”
“With what?”
“Excuse me?”
With the question, his fingers stilled where they had been massaging the sole of her foot and she relaxed back into his touch and caressing tones. Elleah brought a hand up to brush her hair back from her face. “What will you use to wrap it?” She fought hard to concentrate on her words.
“Yes, well…” he set her foot down upon the sand and settled back on his haunches.
Through the gloom, she watched his rummage through his pockets muttering to himself. Glancing out over the ocean, she saw the faint tinge of an indigo line marking the horizon. They were but a couple of hours away from dawn. “Ah, ha,” he declared and perched back on his knees to lift her calf in his large hand. “My tie.” With a practiced ease, he stretched the across her calf and started to wrap the silky material down and around her foot—her ankle, leaving her toes exposed. “You won’t be able to put your shoe back on.”
“I’ll ruin your tie if I walk on it.”
“It’s not sentimental,” he said and smiled up at her. “Sacrificed for a good cause.”
View more blogs on this Sexy Saturday hop:
www.mysexysaturday.blogspot.com