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“In heaven?” It has to be, doesn’t it? For him to be here? Wouldn’t have expected heaven to look quite so much like a set offGrey’s Anatomy.
He chuckles and it is like the sun breaking through clouds. “No, baby, it’s not heaven.”
“But…” I’m so confused. “You’re here and you are pretty enough to be an angel.”
“Manly,” he corrects me. “Not pretty.”
“You’re hot.” God, he’s gorgeous up close. With that five o’clock shadow and his chest and abs on display under a black suit jacket he’s paired with the lightest denim jeans. They fit so snug. “Can I be your underwear?”
“Uh…” His smile grows. “How about you just be my girl?”
I beam up at him. His face is so worn. Tired. His hair looks as though he’s been tugging at it. Is it wrong that I think he looks even sexier like this? Raw and unpolished. “Can I?”
“You can.” He presses his lips together. Utterly gorgeous and sensual lips that make me want to kiss him.
“Hey,” I whisper.
He laughs. “What is it?”
“Come here.” I beckon for him to come closer.
“Okay?” He says it like it’s a question, but he leans in.
I bite my lip. “I bet I could blow your mind.”
“I bet you could too,” he says.
I breach the distance between my mouth and his. Oh wow. The moment our lips touch there are fireworks. They burst in the room with all their pretty colors. Pink. Green. Red.
“See, I told you I could blow your mind.” I collapse back against the pillow with the biggest grin. He’s certainly making me trip. I can’t decide if this is a dream or Rogue Maddox is truly here.
“That you did.” He smiles and nods.
“I am such a good kisser,” I tell him. “The best kiss you’ve ever had.”
“Can’t deny that’s true.” He tucks the blankets around me.
“And guess what?” I grin.
“What?”
“You’re the only man who’s touched these lips.” I make a duck face at him.
“Okay, then.” He settles on the edge of the bed. “But now you need to rest. It’s been a long night.”
“Oh. Okay.” I close my eyes.
“Thank God you’re okay.” He exhales audibly as his thumb brushes back and forth over my fingers.
My hand is tucked inside his. Is he sure this isn’t heaven? I open my eyes again. Four white walls. A dim light that illuminates the bed that I’m lying in from somewhere behind and above my head. Machines beeping. And him. “If this isn’t heaven, where am I?”
“You’re in the hospital.” His voice is so rough that it cracks as he speaks. His hands tighten around mine like he’s scared to let go.
“The hospital, huh?” That makes sense, based on my surroundings. The back of my skull aches and my wrists hurt. I try to lift my arm to see if there’s a bump. What happened to me?
“Don’t.” He captures my fingers with his own and gently presses them back onto the blankets. He’s gentle; I’m so tired and weak that I don’t fight him. So much pain filters through his expression. “Don’t move too much. You’ve been in surgery for hours. You need to rest.”
“Surgery?” The pain isn’t bad. Oh wow, there’s an IV port in the crook of each of my elbows. And my right forearm is in a cast. The left hosts a bandage. Why did I need surgery?
