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“I want your shirt.” I lifted it higher.
“You want to sleep in my t-shirt?”
“Yep,” I stared up at him, “lift your arms.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, and then he slowly lifted his arms. I pushed his shirt up, and he pulled his arms out of the holes. He pulled the shirt over his head. My hands fell to his chest, and I felt his heart beating under my fingertips.
I glanced down at the incredible skin under my hands. Holy hell, he was gorgeous and covered in ink.
“Ember, please do not move your hands any further. You are not in any shape to tempt me right now.”
He was right, but I found it to be very interesting that I tempted him. I stepped back from him and went to remove my t-shirt.
“Oh, no,” he exclaimed, “you go in the bathroom. Don’t you dare do that in front of me.”
I took another step back and let my gaze drift over his shoulders and down his chest. Colt’s chest and shoulders were covered in tribal-style tattoos. Hard lines, soft curves, and small images were hidden within the designs, and I wanted to trace every single line.
“Please, stop staring at me like that and go change.” His voice was so low that for a second, I thought someone else was in the room.
“Colt, you are the most gorgeous man I have ever seen.” I hadn’t meant to say it, but couldn’t help myself. “I can’t help but stare. I’ve never seen such intricate artwork on such a perfect body before.”
He sucked in a lungful of air and spun away from me. I got a quick view of the designs on his back before he disappeared out the door.
Holy crap! With shaky hands I pulled my shirt off, careful of the bandages on my stomach, and pulled his warm shirt on, inhaling his husky scent. I probably should have asked permission to do that.
I dropped my pants on the floor and would have bent to pick them up, but bending hurt, so I climbed into the bed instead.
Five minutes later, Colt reentered the room, carrying a small red bag and wearing a new t-shirt. He picked my pants up from the floor and tossed them to a chair but never met my gaze, and I wondered if I had angered him.
“I need to check your incision, make sure it didn’t rip open on the way here.”
“Colt,” I stated, but he didn’t look at me as he went about setting up some things on the side table. I reached out and grabbed his arm, “Colt, did I do something to upset you?”
“Ember, I don’t think you understand how much you affect me when you look at me the way you do sometimes. It’s like you want to eat me alive.”
“Probably because I do,” I stated, ever the blunt one.
“You’re not helping.” He gave me a lopsided grin. “You are in no shape to think such things.”
“Fine,” I slid down further on the bed and lifted his shirt to expose the side of my stomach.
“You look cute in my t-shirt, by the way.”
He sat at the side of the bed and reached over to pull off my bandage, but his hands stilled as he stared at my stomach. For a moment, he paused and I knew he had seen it. When he lifted his green eyes to me and spoke, I wanted to be anywhere but there with him. “Why do you have a C-section scar on your abdomen?”
