Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 161394 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 807(@200wpm)___ 646(@250wpm)___ 538(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 161394 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 807(@200wpm)___ 646(@250wpm)___ 538(@300wpm)
“I’ll do it later. Stay there.”
And then, well, one of the most surreal moments of my life occurred. Dane very gently cleaned, patted dry, and applied a sterile adhesive dressing to the graze. He was careful, thorough, and precise—as professional as any nurse. He also refused to let me help; just instructed me to sit still.
Done, he said, “Antiseptic creams can damage the skin and slow healing, so I didn’t bother putting any on you.”
“How do you know that? How do you know how to treat grazes so well?”
He shrugged. “I Googled it when we were in the car.”
I stared at him. “You … you Googled it?” My heart melted. I thought he’d been working to keep himself occupied. No, he’d been looking up how to treat grazes. “Thank you,” I said, my voice soft and a little raspy.
He inclined his head. “Want a drink?”
In truth, what I wanted was to have him inside me again. This whole night—the knockout punch, the adrenaline rush, the heart-melting—had my body all fired up even as an odd sense of exhaustion began to settle in. But even if he would have been game for that, I knew better than to let anything happen between us again.
“I want you to ice your knuckles. Then I want to sleep.” But, not trusting that he wouldn’t go to bed without first seeing to his hand, I didn’t move until he’d iced it enough to make the swelling go down.
“You sure you don’t want a drink?” he asked, flexing his hand.
“I’m good, but thanks.” I slipped off the stool. “And thanks for hauling me out of the way of the car.” He only inclined his head again, so I gave him a faint smile and padded out of the room. As nights went, this one had been damn bizarre.
Chapter Eighteen
“Shh, you’re all right.”
I snapped awake with a loud gasp. The room was dark, but I didn’t panic at the sight of a figure sliding into my bed; I knew it was Dane; knew that voice and scent.
I was breathing hard, my pulse was racing, and I felt a lingering echo of anxiety. “I was dreaming,” I remembered. Dreaming about screeching tires and bright headlights. There’d been a jumble of images—some from when I was nine; some from tonight. More, it was Dane who’d been knocked over … and Travis had been the driver. It didn’t take a psychologist to work out what had prompted that part of the dream.
“I know, I heard you,” he said.
I winced. “Sorry if I woke you.”
“You didn’t. I was getting undressed when I thought I heard you call out something. I came to check on you and quickly realized you were having a nightmare.”
Keeping my arms folded, I shuffled closer to him, feeling cold. It was only then I realized his chest was bare, but I still didn’t move, needing the warmth that radiated from him.
Dane snatched the covers, which I’d apparently kicked off in my sleep, and dragged them over us both. He slid his hand under my tee to splay on my back. “Now settle.”
Settle? How could I do that when he was lying so close, smelling so damn good, with his palm pressed against my bare skin? The memories of the last time we’d been so close, of him pounding into me like a man possessed, flipped to the forefront of my mind. Hell.
It was a good thing I’d folded my arms before I’d shifted nearer to him. It not only meant my hands couldn’t wander, it meant he wouldn’t know my nipples had tightened.
I really did despise how effortlessly he affected me. It had been bad enough before we slept together. But now that I knew what it felt like to have him moving inside me, it was so much harder to ignore his pull.
A low growl sawed at the back of Dane’s throat. “Stop thinking and sleep.”
“I’m trying.”
“Try harder.”
Sighing, I closed my eyes and tried blanking my thoughts, figuring it would be useless. But I must have managed to doze off at some point, because the next time my eyelids fluttered open, sunlight was creeping around the edges of the electronic shades.
I licked my lips. And froze. Oh, shit, I was half-sprawled on top of Dane.
My head was pillowed on his chest, my arm was slung around his waist, and one of my legs was curled over his. Moreover, one of his hands was loosely curved around the calf of the leg I’d hooked over his; the other hand had dipped into my panties and shorts to palm my ass.
I tensed. Well this wasn’t good. Not wanting to wake him, I carefully tugged my leg free of his hold and straightened it. Just as slowly, I pulled back my arm and tucked it between us. I shuffled backwards, hoping the arm he’d curved around me would slip away and that his hand would then slide out of my panties. But that arm stayed where it was … as did his hand.