Page 124 of Capture My Heart

His brows jumped up. “Promise?”

She stood in front of him, hospital gown and socks.

″This is not the way I planned this, but here we go.” She blew out a breath. “You are totally a BCA god.”

With royal flair, she gave him her best bow. Bruises throbbed, sutures pulled, but she bent lower. The breeze slapped her bare ass when the gown split. Oh well, she didn’t think it would be on long. She ignored the pinch of pain as she dropped to her knees. With a faint tremble, she slid her hands up his thighs.

Trey blinked at her. A stun gun couldn’t have silenced him better.

Her fingers wrapped around his belt. That slapped him back into consciousness. “Hold that thought.”

She glanced over her shoulder. “It’s alright. The nurses won’t make their rounds for another hour.”

A chuckle escaped as he shook his head. Strong hands wrapped around her shoulders and pulled her up. “I love that you want to do this but not now.”

″Yes, now. I can’t let you apologize to me when I should be the one groveling. I need to earn your trust.”

He just stared at her. Steely eyes examining her every intent. “Come here.”

He pulled her onto his lap and reclined back on the bed. “I trust you will make good on your promise but not here.”

″Okay.” She dropped her head to his shoulder. “Oh, we need to stop at the store and buy whipped cream.”

A laugh rumbled through him. “If you say so.”

″It was part of my groveling plan. Trust me.”

″I do.” He tipped her chin up and firm lips canvassed her face. A soft brush to her forehead, another to the bruise on her cheekbone, then with sweet care, he touched her nose. He was killing her.

She unbuttoned his shirt and slipped her hand inside finding his taut nipples. Never losing eye contact, she dropped her mouth to his chest. A hum of pleasure rumbled under her lips.

He pulled up the covers and she snuggled into his warmth. Her hand wondered south.

″Amy.”

″Yes, Trey.” The smile of success spread her lips as her fingers brushed his growing body part.

A throat cleared. “Don’t mind me. I’m going to do a quick check of your vitals.”

Reluctantly, Amy removed her hand and rolled off Trey. He pulled back. “I will step out and let her do her job.”

″Probably for the best.” The nurse pushed a couple buttons. She glanced over her shoulder as Trey exited. “Whoa, he explains why your heart rate jumped. Heck, I wouldn’t be surprised if mine rose just from looking at that man. He’s smokin’ hot.”

Amy chuckled. She had no idea. But Amy did, and he was all hers.

Epilogue

Amy spied Trey’s wicked grin through the chain link of the dunk tank.

″Come on Detective Larson, let’s see that arm of yours in action.”

His grin turned into a full-on smile. The twinkle in his eyes told her she’d see some action later, when they weren’t in a crowd with every man, woman, and child in town.

She did a half windup—damn shoulder still wouldn’t let her do her fast pitch—the ball missed its mark by an inch.

″A mile wide.”

Amy turned to the heckler.