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“Let’s hurry this up so we can get you back to bed.”
Well, I’m sure as hell not going to argue with that.
* * *
I slapthe pack of wipes into his hand and rub a pea-sized amount of sanitizer into my hands before stomping over to the bed.
“Calm down, Salem. You’re overreacting.”
I whirl around and point at him. “There are thousands of women in jail right now because their boyfriend said those exact words to them.”
He crosses his arms over his chest and smirks at me. “Plotting my demise already?”
“Plotted and executed in my head at least twenty-seven different times.”
He sighs and reaches for me, but I hold myself stiffly. “I have to make sure you’re safe,” he says.
“And I understand that—I do—but watching me pee is going a step too far. What about if I needed to do more than pee or if I was on my period again?” I shudder at the thought. Getting my period in the jungle is every bit as fun as it sounds. I have never been more grateful than I was the first time one of them chucked a box of tampons at me. It didn’t stop me from feeling gross for five days, though, which, given our current situation, is saying something.
He opens his mouth to no doubt say something stupid, but one look at my face has him snapping it closed.
He sighs and tugs me to him, ignoring the stiffness in my limbs as he leans his chin on my head. “I’m sorry. I’ve seen a lot in my lifetime, but what happened yesterday will haunt me forever. I’ve never felt so fucking helpless in my life.”
I relax and pull back so I can look up at him. “You can’t save me from myself, Oz. It was my choice to heal. It will always be my choice.”
“And I get that. I do. But you need to understand that the choice that you make leaves me standing on the sidelines watching the woman I love in agony, and there isn’t a thing I can do to help. It’s your choice to heal, but I have no choice but to watch you suffer. I’m not condemning you for your decisions. I’m asking you to understand why I am the way I am afterward.”
“You love me?”
He huffs out a laugh and rolls his eyes. “Trust a woman to only hear that part.”
I punch him in the stomach and pretend I didn’t hurt my hand. He chuckles and lifts his hands to cup my jaw as he presses his lips against mine. He takes his time, kissing me softly and savoring me before he pulls back and presses a kiss to the tip of my nose.
“Yeah, little witch. I love you, so cut me some slack, okay?”
“Okay,” I agree. I’m pretty sure I’d agree to anything right now.
“Good girl. Now, are you going to draw me or what?”
“Just as soon as you’re naked, sure.”
He grins before stepping back and toeing off his boots. Next, he yanks his boxers down, leaving himself in nothing but his birthday suit. And my, my, my, what a suit it is.
“Where do you want me?”
Where indeed.
I shake my head and point to the end of the bed. “Sit at that end. Bend one knee and rest your elbow on it. That’s it. Now rest your jaw in your hand and look at me.”
He does what I ask, and I move to the top of the bed and sit down cross-legged, flashing my panties as I do. I grab the pad of paper and pencil and start sketching. His eyes drop from my face to my exposed white panties, so I open my legs a little wider and find myself rewarded when his dick bobs and begins to harden.
“So, when did you start drawing?”
I shrug. “When I was a kid, I guess. It helps me focus my brain when there is a whole lot of crazy going on in my life.”
“Makes sense.”
I shift my legs and unfold them so that one is stretched out in front of me and the other is bent at the knee. His eyes zone in on my panties again. Hell, if he’s this fascinated with basic cotton, I may never buy lacy ones again. I sketch away, keeping my strokes light as I sway my leg.
