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“Baby.” Duke’s rough voice sent shivers down my spine.
I turned around and smirked at him. Even drowsy and beat up, he was damn sexy. Fucking mechanics. I shook my head and walked over to him, sitting on the edge of his bed. “It’s about time you woke up. I thought I was going to have to start sticking needles in your leg.”
“That would be cruel, even for you.”
His voice was gravelly from lack of use, but it had never sounded sexier. He was loopy as hell, and I was thinking about tearing his clothes from his body and sinking down on his cock. He really had done a number on me.
“Did you kill him?”
“Nah, I left that for Fox,” I said, getting up to pour him some water. “He was thrilled to take over.”
“Yeah, I remember him dropping me on my ass,” he chuckled. “It hurt.”
“Yeah, well, you did have a bullet in your leg. You didn’t think to dig it out?”
“I’m afraid I don’t have the will to dig into my leg. I would have cried like a baby.”
I shrugged. “And I probably would have still taken you back.”
“Because I’m a mechanic,” he grumbled sleepily as his eyes slipped closed.
I sighed heavily. “Despite everything, you finally got to me. I don’t know what I’m going to do now. All the girls are going to make fun of me. I told them I would never fall for a mechanic.”
“You couldn’t resist me. I knew I’d wear you down.”
“It only took you years to accomplish that goal.”
He laid there quietly for a few minutes, then his hand clasped onto mine and he held me tight. “You can thank me for saving you in the garage,” he muttered.
“Save me?” I snorted. “Like I would ever let a man save me.”
He nodded, but his eyes remained closed. “’S okay, baby. You don’t have to admit that I basically laid my life on the line for yours. I’d do it a hundred times.”
His breathing deepened as he slipped back into dreamland. I leaned forward and tangled my fingers in his hair and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Rangers lead the way,” I whispered in his ear.
I rested my hand on his chest just to feel his heart beating beneath my hand. Then I glanced at Fox sleeping in his chair. Fuck, I was so screwed. I had two men that I was falling for. One was the man I was going to marry, and the other was the man that irritated the crap out of me. Not that I would ever admit that I actually liked Fox, let alone loved him. And if Duke thought I would just cave and marry him tomorrow, he had another think coming. I’d drag this out as long as possible just to torture him.
* * *
“Don’t be a baby. You smell,” I snapped at Duke.
For a man that was all lovey dovey after waking up from surgery, he was a royal pain in the ass now. He sighed heavily and laid back against his pillow.
“Fine.”
I smirked in satisfaction and pulled the sheet off him. “I’m going to need to take your gown off.”
“Fine,” he grumbled. But he didn’t lift a finger to help me. I grabbed the gown at the neck and pulled it off him. Under that molten stare was a smirk. I saw it in his eyes, but ignored it. I had one job in mind and that was making him not smell.
His thick cock laid against his leg, not hard, but not soft either. This wasn’t going to be easy. I had to remind myself that Duke was injured and couldn’t handle anything right now. It would be a while before he would be up for anything sexual, but damn…the sight of him naked.
I sighed and started washing his neck and his face with a washcloth. His eyes closed and he sighed in contentment as I ran the warm cloth over his arms. I rinsed out the cloth and ran it over his chest. Water dribbled down over his abs making my vagina ache in need. Fuck, this was a bad idea.
Before I even knew what I was doing, I realized I was rubbing the cloth over him seductively. He groaned when I started teasing him, letting my fingers glide down the thin trail of hair that ran from his navel down to his cock. Fuck, it was so damn sexy.
His abs clenched hard when I slid the cloth lower. His cock was no longer laying against his thigh, but standing upright for me to take. I didn’t bother to look at him to see what he wanted. I knew damn well that he wanted my mouth on his cock. I wrung the cloth out again and soaped it up, then wrapped it around his cock and washed him really good. His breathing hitched from the contact, but when I removed the cloth and wrapped just my hands around him, his eyes flew open and his blue eyes were now dark with desire.
I stroked him slowly, torturing him just because I could. His fists clenched at his side as he fought for control. I would have smirked at how easy it was to manipulate him, but that would be mean. Besides, my panties were damp enough, and I knew if I got him too worked up, he would make me suffer just for the fun of it.
