Excerpt from "Rock Me" by Melody Lane

As Jenny watched him standing naked in the shower, she found herself mesmerized and unable to look away. Even if the hospital fire alarm went off, she wouldn’t be able to move. She was having her own Code Orange.

“Have you ever come to one of the band’s gigs?”

She couldn’t answer. Although she had somehow managed to stop herself from even glancing at that all important XXXX, she stared at the rest of him, watching as the streams of water rushed over his naked body. The muscles in his back and chest and arms glistened. His hair lay plastered against his face and neck. The water dripped off his eyebrows and perfect British nose. She was being pulled into a dream-like state, just like at Niagara Falls when she had watched the water flowing over the edge as it plunged downward to the gorge. “I…I was there last night.”

He froze, then looked down at her. “You were?”

She nodded.

“Did you see me fall then?”

The water was compelling. She was unable to take her eyes away from it. “I was right in front of you,” she murmured slowly.

He turned toward her, then stared at her face. “Wait a moment! I recognize you now. I thought you seemed familiar when we first met today. You’re the girl with the low-cut tight blue top.” Glancing at her shoulder-length blonde hair, he nodded. “If you would have showed me your breasts straight away, I would have been sure to know exactly who you were.”

“What are you talking about?” Jenny could feel herself blushing again. “I…I didn’t show you my breasts last night.” She smiled just a little as she tried to make herself comfortable. “Well…almost.”

“Hmm. What an interesting turn of affairs.” He raised his eyebrows at her in a way that made her shiver.

She couldn’t believe he had noticed her…and remembered her. It was time to change the subject because she really shouldn’t be discussing her breasts right now with Ian. “We need to hurry and get you out of here. I’m worried about you being up too long.”

He shook his head and grinned. “I like you worrying about me. It makes me feel wanted. I’ll need some help, then, if we’re to get this done quickly. A proper scrub is in order because I tend to sweat quite a bit onstage.” He moved the arm that was encased in the trash bag. “This feels quite bulky. I don’t see that I can help you very much.”

Jenny trembled. He wasn’t going to be able to help. She would have to do it all herself. “Okay,” she said slowly.

“It might not be easy to reach me.” He turned sideways.

She glanced at his rounded butt again. Squeezing it was definitely on her fantasy list of things to do with Ian.

“Do you think you can manage out there?”

Jenny nodded, although washing Ian was going to be quite disconcerting. Was this what dreams were made of? Taking the washcloth, she vigorously rubbed soap on it and started slathering it on his chest and good arm. She needed to get this over with quickly and treat him just like any other patient. But as much as she tried, she couldn’t refrain from taking in every inch of that chest.

The washcloth began to move a little slower over him. From the small amount of hair between his nipples, to the line of hair going from his navel down farther down the happy trail…to the area she shouldn’t look at. She quickly put her eyes back up to his chest…the one she had gazed at from the front row at many of his concerts when he removed his shirt from being too hot. He was too hot. His chest was everything she ever wanted. How she longed to rub her hand over it gently, then lean over and kiss it.

She stopped the washcloth abruptly, trying to figure out what was going on inside of her own body. Jenny was quivering, her breathing heavier. She backed away from him and swallowed hard.

“Are you quitting?” He frowned. “But you haven’t finished yet.”

She put a hand to her forehead. Did she feel faint? She didn’t know for sure about that, but she knew one thing…

Nurse Jenny Page was sexually aroused over Ian McAllister and he hadn’t even touched her.

“Please, Jenny,” he pleaded, looking her in the eyes. “It feels bloody marvelous. Don’t stop.”

She now took in a deep breath, then let it out slowly. His shower needed to get done. He was her patient and she wanted him to feel better. Forcing herself to stop thinking about him sexually, she got back to business. “Turn around,” she ordered.

He did exactly as he was told. The soapy washcloth skimmed his back and butt as the water rained down on him. Jenny was unable to stop herself from falling into fantasy again. How could she not think about him when she was touching him? It was impossible. She found herself looking closely at the curve of his butt. She raised her eyebrows, then repeated the bathing of them.

As the washcloth traveled down the back of his thighs to his calves, she saw how the muscles defined themselves. He was in better shape than she had thought. His black leather pants normally hid the wonder of those legs when he was onstage. She leaned slightly into the shower to reach them better. The curly brown hair was plastered against his skin. His legs were muscular and long and beautiful. She had only seen them in pictures or on the Internet. He was tall, so tall. She wondered what it would feel like to have those strong legs wrapped around hers as he pinned her to a bed. As he slowly turned around, she was unable to stop her eyes from traveling upward.