Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 116031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
“I shouldn’t take advantage of the situation with you.”
His head falls back on the pillow, rubbing his eyes while a smile still sits prominently on his face. “You taking advantage of me?” He laughs, but when he turns back, the amusement is wiped clean from his face. “You’re not kidding?” Quick to lean in again, he cups my face. “Listen to me. You’re not taking advantage of me, Cat.”
Wrapping my hands around his wrists, I hold on tight—to keep him there so I don’t run away before telling him what’s on my heart. “There are several reasons I asked you to stay. One was that I don’t think you should be driving back to your house in the dark with a concussion.”
He leans and kisses my forehead, his lips lingering against my skin before he whispers, “Because you’re an amazing person.”
“I wouldn’t speak too soon. The second . . .” I scrunch my face, hoping I don’t freak him out. “I also wanted you to stay. I know, it’s selfish. I’m terrible—”
“You’re not terrible. You knew what you wanted. Do you know what a fucking turn-on that is?” Lowering to look me in the eyes without distraction, he adds, “I stayed because I wanted to. Because I know what I want, too.”
“What’s that?” I’m breathy and desperate, but I don’t care as I slip my leg between his, needing the pressure there as well.
His eyes track down, then he presses his mouth to mine, slow at first, gentle, but then our lips part as if a checkered flag has been waved. My breath is stolen, and my needs lit like dynamite. I rub my body against his, already on the edge of losing myself.
Grappling for purchase, I run my hands over the scruff of his jaw and upward over his temples, driving my fingers into his hair. But he flinches, causing me to stop and rip myself away from him. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
The knot is found easily, even in low light. “I got carried away.”
“Carried away is a good thing.” When he leans down to kiss me again, I push my hands to his chest, knowing I can’t take advantage of this man when he’s injured.
“I’m sorry. We shouldn’t.” I pull back to catch his gaze. “I don’t want to hurt you. You need to be calm and rest to heal.”
His hand drags up my bare leg, sliding under the hem of my pajama shorts. “It’s so fucking sexy when you take care of me, Nurse Cate.”
I laugh, but I shouldn’t. “You’re such a bad patient.”
“Yes, babe. So bad.”
“No,” I say, playfully pushing his shoulder. “I’m not role-playing, Shane. This is me saying this for real. We can’t do this. You’ll get worked up, and blood starts rushing to other places instead of where it needs to send the white blood cells so you can heal.”
“I love listening to you talk about my dick.”
“Well, it wasn’t specifically about your—”
“Shh. Just keep going on about blood rushing to other parts, Nurse.”
“And here I thought I was the terrible one.” I laugh, but as soon as he starts kissing along my jaw, I go quiet. When he tugs the lobe of my ear into his mouth, the scrape of his teeth has my body squirming and reconsidering my stance altogether.
“We can’t.” I close my eyes, relishing his mouth on me.
I’m licked along my jawline, causing me to forget myself.
“Hear me out. What if we,” he whispers in my ear, “take care of you instead?”
When he slips his hand over my shoulder, I know where he’s headed. I could stop him, but I don’t want to. I want this. I want this man and his big hands all over and inside me. I want him so badly that I can’t think straight. “Okay.” I’m not even sure what I’m agreeing to, but I’m more than happy to find out.
He kisses my mouth once more. I stop him before he goes lower and kiss him with as much passion right back. Our mouths take ownership of each other’s, and our tongues embrace into a slow dance to match the pace of our bodies. A grind here and rubbing there.
I lean back, grasping for air and needing to see him. Look at the way his eyes drink me in so deeply that there’s nothing left of me but desire. Breaking all my rules never felt so good.
Shane starts down my body, kissing over my shirt and my peaking nipples, over my ribs and swirls his tongue in my belly button. But when he shifts his entire body under the covers, and his hands are on either side of my hips, tugging my shorts down, I lie there staring up at the ceiling, ready to beg for mercy and fist pump in celebration equally.
Before my shorts reach my ankles, he’s kissing and then licking the bend of my leg and going south from there. Pushing my legs farther apart, he shoulders his way to where he wants to be. Without warning, his nose dips, then his tongue licks through my lips. My mind goes blank when he stops, the bridge of his nose pressing against me. I close my eyes and enjoy the sweet torture of him inhaling me into his lungs.