Fury growled viciously at her and his dark eyes narrowed. Ellie growled back at him and tugged harder. “Don’t snarl at me. I will do it right back. Now let’s get you undressed.” She glared up at him. “You are supposed to be in the hospital still. Don’t give me any shit, Fury. I love you to death but if you don’t lie down, I will borrow his Taser gun. I mean it.”

Fury stopped fighting. He suddenly showed his sharp teeth as he grinned. “If I get into bed na**d will you take off your clothes with me?”

Ellie gasped at him. “There won’t be any of that. You just had surgery a week ago, were at death’s door, and you’re not cleared for that yet. Now behave.”

“I’ll be in the next room.” Tiger laughed.

Ellie spun to watch the security officer leave. Her gaze flew back to Fury. “You knew he hadn’t left and said that on purpose.”

He chuckled. “He’s gone now. Take off your clothes and I’ll strip too. We’ll both go to bed. I can look and touch at least.” He turned and wrapped his arm around her. “I want to feel you against my skin. That will make me heal faster.”

“I didn’t know touching skin to skin helped your healing process.”

“It doesn’t but I’d feel better.”

Ellie laughed. “I’ll make a deal with you. You get undressed willingly, climb into bed, and I’ll make you some lunch. After you eat, I’ll come lie down with you.”

“Naked?”

“No. You’re supposed to be resting but I might scratch your back and play with your hair. You’ll enjoy that.”

He softly growled. “Sweetness, I’d lie down on a bed of nails if you wanted to touch me and play with me but it’s not my back or my hair I want you to put your hands on.”

Ellie licked her lips, thinking, and decided it might not hurt him if she just rubbed him with lotion if he held real still. Fury growled, pressing his body closer to hers. She nodded.

“I’ll get lunch. You get into that bed. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

He released her. Ellie moved toward the door. She heard material tear and turned her head to look over her shoulder to discover Fury watching her. He’d torn his shirt open instead of taking the time to carefully pull it over his head and the bandage on his side. She laughed.

“In a hurry?”

“Run to the kitchen and back.”

Ellie opened the bedroom door with a laugh and nearly walked into Tiger. The man inched back, grinning. He looked highly amused.

“Don’t tell me. Great sense of smell and keen hearing?”

“I’ll guard him from the living room. That way, I have enough rooms between us not to hear what he wants you to play with.”

Ellie fixed Fury a turkey sandwich and grabbed a soda. She also took him a bag of chips when she headed for the bedroom. Even if he arrived home days early Ellie was thrilled to have him with her. She’d wanted to stay at the hospital full time but the hospital staff didn’t want her there. The media had become a circus and it made it worse when she was with him.

She closed the bedroom door firmly. There wasn’t a lock but she didn’t worry about it since Tiger knew not to come in. Fury was on the bed, obviously na**d under the sheet, a happy grin on his handsome face, and he had pushed pillows behind his back to comfortably wait. The sheet tented over his lap. Ellie saw that and laughed.

“A little excited to see me with lunch?” She teased. “I know you like turkey but geez, Fury.”

His dark gaze sparkled. “Are you really going to make me eat that first?”

She perched on the edge of the mattress and handed him the plate. Her attention lowered back to the impressive pole keeping up the “tent”. “I’d put this on your lap but there’s no room.” She chuckled. “Eat up, sweetheart.”

With a groan, Fury grabbed the sandwich and took a huge bite. He barely chewed. Ellie laughed and opened his soda to hold out to him. He took a drink but kept his gaze fixed on her. Ellie stood and headed toward the bathroom.

“Where are you going?” Fury growled at her as his smile faded.

“I’m coming back. Patience.”

“I have none.”

Ellie opened the cupboard inside the bathroom and found lotion. She grabbed a hand towel. She returned to the bedroom brandishing both for him to see. “How does a massage sound?”

“Don’t tease me. It’s been a long, lonely week.”

Ellie sat on the edge of the bed and uncapped the bottle. She poured lotion into her hands and used her elbow to shove the sheet away from his lap. Fury groaned and arched against her palms the second she touched his hard, aroused cock. Ellie leaned forward, licking at his chest. She had to avoid the tape that kept his bandage in place. He’d taken one shot to the back near his side and another shot to the back near his shoulder. He had been lucky his shoulder blade hadn’t been shattered by the bullet.

“I love you,” he groaned.

Ellie stroked him slowly, loving every second of touching the velvety skin that wrapped around his steel-hard shaft. She teased him with her mouth from one nipple to the next while her hands massaged him from the crown to the base of his cock. Fury growled and swelled to a substantial size. She looked down. This time she wanted to see him come.

Fury snarled her name as he tensed against her. His entire body quivered when he started to come. A lump formed on the underside of his c**k just above his balls at the base of his shaft. That’s what she felt when he was buried deep in her pu**y at the end of sex. The sight fascinated her as it continued to bulge.