part 2
He stood at her side. If she hadn't had the crutches he would have taken her hand. But he 
had to settle for resting his palm on the small of her back as the headed for the restaurant.
The maitre d' led them to the table, then handed them menus as he helped Stephanie with 
her crutches and her broken leg. By the time she was settled, water had been poured, and 
the waiter stood by.
"Do you want some wine?"
She nodded "Sure"
"A Merlot okay?"
"Great"
Michel turned his attention to Stephanie. "You comfy?"
She nodded. "Comfy and hungry"
The food came and the conversation slowed until he said "Come with me to my room for 
a drink"
"You know I'm on vacation. The first one I've ever had on my own. I've got a broken leg 
and a whole week staring at me…why not" She smiled while moving her cast slightly.
"You don't have to. I'd like you to, but I won't push."
"Just for the record, you're not an ax-murderer or anything, right?"
He laughed. "Naw. The worst thing that could happen would be to have me suck those 
sexy little toes at the end of your cast"
She grabbed her purse and the crutches and got to her feet with a minimum of wobbling 
still thinking of Michel licking her toes. The cast felt so good on her leg. They headed for 
the door. She couldn't help but notice how man and woman were staring at her casted 
leg. She loved it.
"This way" he said, touching her lightly at the small of her back.
The shivers he caused felt delicious. It had been so long since she'd been touched by a 
man. Well, by a man who really wanted to sleep with her. That made all the difference.
She hadn't really considered the whole taking off her clothes portion of the evening. With 
the long cast covering her leg it could be tricky. Oh well. She'd cross that bridge. Etc.
Michel's hand moved on her back. Not much, just enough to steer her thoughts away 
from anything and anyone else.
"Do you need anything before we go up?"
"Nope I'm good" She just wanted to show him how sexy she looked while using her 
crutches to get around this resort.
In Michel opinion she was one of the most beautiful woman he had ever been with. 
Dressed has she was, using her crutches to move around, her leg totally trapped....
At 812, he stopped and used his card keys. He held open the door for her and she held her 
breath as she crossed the threshold.
"Brandy?" he asked, as he shut the door behind them.
She nodded. "Wow, this is nice"
"I like it. I've stayed in this room before. It's comfortable."
"I'm thinking the couch might be more comfortable than a chair with your cast" He said 
"But sit where you like"
"Let's give the couch a try" she said anxious to sit, to let her crutches fall. Her armpits 
hurt and she loved it, all part of the real thing. She hobbled to the couch and maneuvered 
into place.
Michel walked toward her, holding the snifters, smiling with a look of anticipation that 
made her tummy go all wiggy.
He leaned slightly toward her, close enough for her to smell the seet brandy on his breath, 
feel the pressure of his thigh against her own.
"Kiss me" she whispered. "If you like…"
Michel saw her eyes flutter closed, and her pink lips part. She offered herself to him, and 
yet there was something completely tender in the gesture. It couldn't be so , but it felt as 
she were offering him her first kiss. Crazy.
He leaned forward that little inch and gently licked her lips, letting her get used to the 
idea of him while he tasted her for the first time. She was as sweet he'd imagined, but 
softer.
He pressed against her, just his thigh, but it was enough to feel the heat of her. The kiss 
went on with no rushing, without more pressure. Her hand came to his knee and the other 
to his shoulder. She shifted toward him and her had to be careful because of her cast. He 
didn't want her to be uncomfortable.
He felt her nails dig into his thigh and held back a satisfied grunt. He knew how to play 
her to get what he wanted. The real challenge was to see that she got exactly what she 
wanted. Why would a woman, sexy as she look in her cast come to a resort like this one? 
He had to figure this out.
Her grip tightened again, and he pulled back. Not that he wanted to, she was as delectable 
a woman as he'd ever known but if he wanted the ultimate prize, he couldn't let his 
whims dictate the course.
He eased away from her, watching her eyes flutered open, as she licked her moist lips.
"Well, Okay then" she said, struggling. "That was one heck of a kiss"
She picked up her brandy snifter, then leaned back against the couch. She sipped her 
brandy, her fingers toying with the bottom of the snifter while her other hand was rubbing 
the edge of her cast.
She shifted a bit on the couch, trying to make herself more comfortable. It wasn't easy. 
Her long cast was taking some time to get used too and she was having difficulty 
understanding why he eased away from her.
"Uncomfortable, are we?"
"Let's change the subject"
"Can I say one more thing?"
"No"
"Too bad, I'm going to"
"You are so beautiful Stephanie."
She wanted more. Lots more. But she also didn't want to appear too eager. She hadn't 
known him for long, but she could already tell he was the kind of man who licked to be in 
charge. Despite the fact that she had come to his room because she wanted to have sex 
with him, she wasn't prepare to tear off her clothes and shout "Take me, take your little 
injured lover". Although, to be honest, she did want to end up there. Just not….yet.