Jude's Blog

“Ouch!”
Mel put her finger in her mouth and sucked on it, tasting her own blood. That’s what she got for letting her mind wander while she chopped. She let the knife fall to the cutting board as she turned toward the sink to turn on the faucet, running her injured finger under the cool water. She winced and watched the blood washing away from the nasty gash, wondering if it would need stitches.
It wasn’t until she turned off the faucet that she heard him behind her and opened her mouth to scream. The gloved hand covered her mouth as his other arm slid around her waist to lift her feet off the floor.
Clawing at the hand over her face, she kicked out her legs.
“Stop fighting me, and you won’t get hurt.”
Finally freeing his hand over her mouth, she tried to pry herself out of his grip. “Let go of me.”
He chuckled and carried her to her bedroom. His arm around her waist tightened, and she elbowed him in the ribs. He grunted and threw her down on the bed. “I love it when a woman fights back.”
The wind knocked from her lungs, she sucked in her breath and tried to sit up, but he pushed her into the mattress. His arousal ground between her legs as she wedged her hands between them to push him away.
“Get off me.”
“Oh, you know you like it.”
He tried to kiss her, but she turned her head away, finally noticing the blood smeared on her hand and across his shirt.
“Cobra, damn it!”
He went still above her. “What’s wrong?”
Mel took a deep breath. “Get off me…please.”
Rolling away, he sat up beside her. “Hon, what’s wrong? You’ve never used the stop word before.”
She held up her hand, and his eyes widened in concern at all the blood.
“I think I need a doctor.”