“What are you doing?”
“Going to sleep,” he muttered.
“I thought you didn’t want to sleep over,” I said mockingly.
“Would you shut up and go to sleep?”
Sighing, I closed my eyes, but it was no use. My eye was still throbbing.
“Sam?”
“What?” he groaned.
“I need an ice pack.”
16
SAM
This was notthe situation I had hoped to be in when I opened my eyes this morning.
I was in bed with a woman.
I never did that.
She was wrapped around me, and I was holding her to me.
I never—ever—let a woman spend the night.
And worse, I was warm and comfortable. There was definitely something wrong with this situation, and that something was me. I had allowed myself to fall into a deadly trap, all because I was worried about her safety.
She let that fucker into her house, and when I left last night, all I could think about was him returning and taking what didn’t belong to him.
So, I stayed outside, watching the shadows from my car. Why? Because I was fucking insane. I told myself I had nothing better to do. And when that didn’t sit right with me, I reminded myself of what that fucker did to Liam and Bailey. It wasn’t the best excuse to sit outside her house, but it was the only thing I could come up with.
Nothing else made sense.
Well, aside from the fact that my dick was hard and I desperately wanted to fuck her again. It had to be some sort of affliction. Maybe I was going stir crazy out here in Montana because there was no way I was actually feeling something for this woman.
I only wanted to fuck her. That wasn’t the same as feeling something.
And here I was.
Snuggled in bed with her, staring at the ceiling as I considered all possible ways to extract myself without causing any problems.
Because the reality was, I still wanted to fuck her again, but if I handled this the wrong way, she would never let me between those sweet thighs again.
Groaning, she rolled over, slinging her arm over her eyes. That was it for me. I had my chance to escape, but instead, I found myself worried that she still wasn’t feeling well.
“Cass,” I whispered.
“Ice pack,” she murmured. “Close the shades.”
And like the whipped shithead I was, I sprang from the bed and tugged the shades closed, then snatched the warm ice pack from the bed and stalked into the kitchen for a new one.
The moment I laid the cold pack on her face, she sighed wearily, which only made me even more worried.
“Are you okay?”