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“And here I thought you were fucking me for my money.” She stiffened underneath me. I angled a look down at her, bemused. “I’m joking, Laurel. I mean, for one thing, I don’t care if you’re a gold digger. Dig away. It’s fantastic and I’m clearly getting the better end of the deal here. But I know you’re not. So, relax.”
Her posture softened. She went back to tracing designs on my skin that gave me goosebumps. “So, you don’t think I purposefully gave myself a rare and nearly debilitating case of strep just to woo you?”
“I’m not sure you’re that organized,” I teased. “Or devious.”
She sat up, fighting my hold on her. “I am all kinds of devious, Lachlan. You have no idea.”
“Oh yeah?” I drawled.
“I filled a cart with groceries once and then just left it. I didn’t even put the items back.”
“The devilry,” I murmured. My thoughts were straying from her teasing conversation, though. Her hair was mussed from lovemaking, her cheeks were flushed, and her lips had a swollen, kissable quality that sent a shock of desire right to my groin.
“And your toilet paper rolls? I noticed you put them all paper over. I’m going to go turn them all upside-down, so they’re paper under.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” I said, my eyes traveling over her features, committing every angle to memory.
“Watch me,” she challenged, her blue eyes flaring as she threw my own words from the day before back in my face.
“There will be punishments,” I promised her, my voice low and already husky with a new wave of lust. She licked her lips, staring up at me hopefully. I laughed softly, shaking my head. “I’m never going to get anything done with you around.” I swatted her ass and helped us both to a standing position. “Go ahead and use my bathroom and I’ll go upstairs and get cleaned up.”
She gave me another salute like she had when she’d bashed her head open, and then skittered away from me, stark naked and nearly skipping.
Oh man, I was a goner. This woman had me in an emotional chokehold and I’d probably let myself be strangled to death before I ever tapped out.
I grabbed a fresh set of clothing—some black, stretchy, cotton loungewear thing Michaela had gotten me for Christmas one year—and headed up the stairs to my second bathroom. The one Laurel had whacked her forehead on and covered in literal ounces of fresh blood earlier this morning. I’d never seen anyone like her. She’d be lucky if she didn’t get herself into the Darwin Awards with her death someday.
I took a fast shower, rinsing off the scent of our lovemaking, but mostly, I still felt itchy all over from losing my patient earlier. Getting lost in Laurel’s body had helped, but the guilt still lingered. I toweled off my hair, pulled the clothing over my body, and inspected my reflection in the foggy mirror. I could do with a shave, but I was more interested in getting back down to just-fucked, cute ass downstairs, so I looped my damp towel behind my neck and padded down the stairs in bare feet.
When I entered the bedroom, I found Laurel dressed in my salmon joggers and a white Henley, and she had prescription bottles in her hands, held close to her eyes while she squinted at the names.
She needed glasses. I was almost positive about that. But, also, what the hell was she doing now? I came up behind her, and she was muttering the names of the antibiotics and antipyretics under her breath.
I leaned over her shoulder. “Whatcha looking for?”
She gasped and just about jumped out of my sweatpants. “Shit, oh God, you scared me.”
I gave her a dubious but clearly amused look. “Did you not take the pills I left you?”
“I did,” she said quickly, standing straight and putting a hand to her heart. “God, you’re like a ninja. Don’t do that.”
“But I see such interesting things when I sneak up on you,” I said with a crooked grin.
Pink stained her cheeks. “Yeah, like I said,” she muttered, looking off to the side.
“What do you need, cutie?” I asked, coming to stand toe-to-toe with her and wrapping my arms around her waist. It felt so good to have her near me.Addict, meet addiction.
She played with the strings on the waistband of my pants, and I nearly got hard again just from having her fingers in the general vicinity of my crotch. “Nothing. I was just curious about what you had over here.”
“Liar.”
She gave me a reproving glare.
“If I were to take aneducatedguess,” I said, ignoring her look, “I’d go with acetaminophen for that enormous goose egg on your forehead. Or acetaminophen for the fever you’re hoping I didn’t notice while I was merrily fucking you on the edge of my bed there.”
She sucked in her lips, clearly trying not to laugh. With, apopshe opened her mouth and said, “How very observant of you, Dr. Cade.”
I gave a shrug of false modesty.
