Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 113142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
Our gazes locked.
“I could,” she murmured.
“I’ll go grocery shopping tomorrow.”
She laughed, slipped off her stool, and went to get ready for work.
I drove her again, already filled with plans for my night. At the hospital, she turned to me. “I slept so well today. Thank you.”
I ran my finger down her cheek. “I’ll be here in the morning.”
“I could drive myself.”
“I’d like to come get you, if you’d let me,” I added, unable to explain the yearning I felt when it came to her. I needed to be close to her as much as possible and I didn’t question it
Her lips were warm on my cheek. “I would.”
I stayed up most of the night installing the blinds I had ordered and picked up. I wasn’t much of a handyman, but they looked damn good when I was done and would be useful.
When I arrived at the hospital, she was waiting. She slipped into the car, immediately leaning over for my kiss. I held the back of her head securely, enjoying the feel of her mouth.
“You look tired,” she observed.
“I was awake most of the night.” I grinned. “Busy.” I lifted her hand, kissing the knuckles. “I plan on sleeping beside you today.”
“Oh.” That was the only word she uttered, but her smile was bright.
It was even brighter when she saw the blinds, and she seemed surprised.
“Why?”
“For you. So you can sleep.”
“I can’t sleep here every day,” she reminded me gently.
I tucked another item into her hand I had picked up. She looked down at the shiny keys in her palm, and her gaze flew to mine.
“Anytime, Nightingale. Whether I’m here or not.” I had been home for a couple of days now, and I never knew when I would have to head out again. “You’re welcome to be here. Day or night.”
“Adam—”
I shook my head. “Anytime. The larger one is the front door—at least for the times the lock isn’t broken—the other one is for the loft.” I added another item to her palm. “This pass is for the garage. You can park in there beside me—you’ll be safer. Use the private elevator. You know the pass code already.”
I closed her hand around the keys and pass, silently begging her with my eyes to accept them. Accept me.
She lifted them, giggling at the little key chain that had a camera on it. I showed her how it worked as a flashlight if she needed extra light to see the keyholes. I was thrilled when she slipped it into her purse after grazing my cheek with her lips. I handed her another T-shirt, apologizing for the threadbare condition. I winked when I told her I’d been too busy to wash the other one since she’d bought me too many damned sheets to wash.
We moved around, quietly comfortable with each other. She nibbled at the toast I made her, talking about some of the happenings in the ER the night before, making me laugh with her imitations of a groaner who, it seemed, never stopped.
“All for a splinter.” She shook her head and snickered. “You’d think we were cutting off his arm.”
She smirked at me over her shoulder as she walked away. “He was worse than you.”
I laughed at her teasing. I was an awful patient—I knew that, but it had gotten me her. Well worth it, I’d say.
She paused by the side of the bed and turned to me.
My breath caught in my throat. Standing there in the morning sun, she was an incredible vision. The light behind her highlighted the curves beneath my shirt, the thin material showing the faint outline of her nipples straining against the fabric. As she lifted her arms, gathering her hair into a ponytail, the shirt rose, exposing her hips. Tiny straps sat low across the bones and a red triangle nestled between her legs—small, lacy scraps of material that passed as underwear.
A hiss escaped my mouth, and my cock hardened at the sight of her sensual beauty.
She froze as I pushed off the stool and stalked toward her. I stood in front of her, so close our chests were touching, her nipples hardening into pebbles as I pressed nearer. “You’re so sexy,” I murmured. “Standing here in the light, in my clothes, beside my bed.” I ran my fingers up her bare thigh. “I want you, Ally.”
Her breath began to come out in small gasps as I edged my fingers higher, barely brushing the lace I had seen. “I’ve never seen anything sexier than you are, right here, right now.”
“You think I’m sexy?”
“Maddeningly so.” I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her to me, letting her feel what she did to me. Her eyes widened, and she tightened her fist on the material of my shirt.
“I’m not a virgin,” she blurted out.
I laughed low in my throat. “I’d hardly expect you to be.” I rubbed my nose along hers affectionately. “I’m not either,” I murmured, dragging my lips across her cheek to her ear.