Free Broken (The Broken Series Book 1) by Carrie Cox Page A

hands away. “No,” I snapped. “Of course not. It’s just because the air conditioning is on. I’m sensitive to cold.”  
    “Uh huh,” he said with a knowing smile.  
    I huffed under my breath and grabbed the tube of muscle ease.  
    “You know you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” Jack said. “I could do it myself.”  
    I shook my head. “You wouldn’t be able to massage it in properly. It’s my job. I’ve done nursing, you know. It’s no big deal to me.”
    Jack nodded. “Okay then, Nurse Kristina.” He winked again. “Ready when you are.”  
    Damn it. I was blushing again. Seriously, if there was a record for number of blushes per day, I think I’d smash it.  
    I took a deep breath and undid the rest of his buttons. My fingers felt stiff and clumsy, but he helped me and eased his jeans off himself.  
    I found it surprising how normal his legs looked. They both had scars, but they looked muscular and strong. He moved them easily too, although he flinched with the pain. When I had first heard about this job, I thought the guy I would be looking after was paralyzed. The accident could have been so much worse.
    Jack winced again as he moved his legs. It was obvious he was still in a lot of pain.  
    I brought up the tube of massage oil and squeezed it onto my hands. In my nervous state, I managed to squeeze far too much out at once. It spurted out onto my palm. I don’t know what the heck was going on in my mind these days. It seemed like everything seemed to have an erotic innuendo behind it. I was in danger of becoming obsessed with thinking about sex when I was around Jack.
    I’d read once that a man thinks about sex once every twenty seconds. I’d never believed it. I mean once every twenty seconds? That’s crazy. But I’d changed my mind. When I was around Jack Harding I found out that it was indeed possible to think about sex that often.
    I gave Jack an embarrassed smile as I set the tube down on the cabinet beside his bed. He gave me another knowing look, and I really hoped he couldn’t tell what kind of thoughts were running through my mind.  
    The muscle ease was actually less of an oil and more of a jelly. I rubbed it between my palms, and I felt the tingle of the menthol. It had a strong smell, and it made me feel a bit light headed – at least I told myself it was the gel making me light headed and not my proximity to Jack Harding.
    I shifted my eyes to the lower part of Jack’s body, trying hard to concentrate on his legs only. That was not easy. He was lying there in his underwear. At least he hadn’t taken his T-shirt off, so that was one less distraction. I was very glad of that.
    Liar, a little voice in my head said.  
    I tried to concentrate.
    His legs were long and muscular. I could clearly see the two parallel scars running along his calves and thighs, caused by the operation to pin his bones back together after the crash. The actual scars from the accident were less uniform and much smaller. They’d almost faded. I only noticed them because the scars were paler than the rest of his tanned skin.
    I looked up at him. “Um, so where should I start…”  
    I nodded to his legs, and he grinned. “Mainly, here,” he said and put his hand on his left thigh.  
    Jack didn’t take his eyes off me. If my hands were trembling before, that was nothing compared to now. I placed my tingling palms on his left leg first, and I felt his muscle tighten beneath my hands.  
    My fingers itched to move further. This shouldn’t feel so good.
    I pushed upwards, maintaining a steady, gentle pressure. And when I heard him moan as I moved, my insides seem to melt with desire. That sound was so erotic.
    That was wrong. I shouldn’t be thinking this way.  
    This is a medical procedure, I told myself. Jack is a patient.
    But it was no good. He wasn’t like a patient to me.  
    He was one extremely hot guy that I was really enjoying rubbing massage oil into.  
    There