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“Don’t do that.”
She sniffled. “What?” At least she’d managed not to stammer this time.
“Don’t feel stupid. I’m glad I came when I did.” His gaze moved over her face and his words came out tight, as if it hurt to speak them. “Let’s get you into dry clothes.”
She said nothing. Sharp shivers took hold of her muscles and her teeth chattered. Toth reached for her hips and slid her off the rock.
“How do we get this thing off?” His hands smoothed over the tight material of her black dress.
She turned, offering him her back. “Zipper.”
He pushed her hair to one shoulder. The cool metal slid down her spine. He dropped his hand and stepped back. She spun around slowly as she peeled the material from her arms. The air puckered her bare nipples, and she cursed herself for not wearing a bra. But she’d already been vulnerable in front of him. Had already cried. She wouldn’t hide her body.
And some twisted part of her wanted to affect him.
Toth averted his gaze and knelt to rifle through his bag. “You can wear somethin’ of mine. I’m sure it’ll be warmer than what you have.”
Rather than respond, she pushed the dress down her torso. As she slid the material over her ass, a sharp pain pierced her hip. She sucked in a breath then stepped out of the dress. The pain didn’t go away. Glancing down at her body, she saw that her pale skin practically glowed in the moonlight. She brought her palm to the throbbing spot just above her panty line and a wave of agony washed over her, making her head swim.
“Here, step into these,” Toth said, still crouched in front of her. He held a pair of jogging pants open near her feet.
“Uh, Toth.” His name was a whisper over her teeth.
His expression stilled on her face. “What’s wrong?”
She held out her hand. A dark substance coated her fingers and palm. Dizziness knocked her knees. “I’m bleeding.”
CHAPTER 7
Toth’s blood movedlike pudding through a fucking straw as he stared at Savannah’s hand. He choked down a groan, keeping his face passive. Inside him was a tsunami of emotion. Fear. Fuck, he never got scared. But seeing that much blood on someone so damn feminine made him clench his back teeth.
“Lemme see.” He caught her wrist to still the tremble of her arm and covered her thigh with his free hand, turning her toward the light.
The airy scent of jasmine stirred his cock as he brought his face closer to her almost-naked body. The only thing covering her was a pair of light-blue panties. Sure enough, a two-inch gash was carved into the delicate line of her hip. Blood stained her silk underwear. His stomach lurched.
“He cut you.” The words came out hollow, but the lack of venom was only for her benefit. He wanted to kill the sonofabitch all over again. Had he known the guy had succeeded in slicing her, he wouldn’t have put a clean bullet through the back of his head. He would have made his death much more painful.
Savannah’s breath hitched. “I know.” She steered her hip away from his gaze, but he held fast to the sweet skin of her thigh.
He glanced up at her face. Pain contorted her petite features. She looked ten times worse than she had after he’d dragged her unconscious body from the wrecked car. Her cheeks were dirty, and scum from the water matted her wet hair. Still, she was breathtakingly beautiful. Her lowered gaze stayed on his face. The fact that her tits were on display and she wasn’t cowering gave him a new respect for her. This woman had balls.
Her pink nipples were puckered in her full, pert breasts. So perfectly shaped, like her slim waist. He gave himself a mental kick in the ass and forced his palm to release her leg. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t stop touching her. Aside from how lethal and utterly stupid that would be—possibly one of the stupidest things he could ever do—it would be downright disrespectful, especially after what she’d been through.
He stood and removed his dress shirt then caught the hem of the T-shirt he wore underneath and pulled the material over his head. His dress shirt was a little wet from carrying her, but the cotton one beneath was warm and dry. He fit it over her head, and she threaded her arms through.
“I don’t want to get blood on your clothes,” she said.
“Don’t sweat it.” Her nipples poked at the thin cotton. Jesus fuck. Covering her body was a sin. He went to his backpack and pulled out the first aid kit. “We need to fix up that wound.”
She kept her gaze on him. A shiver shook her body and her teeth clanked together. He moved back into her orbit.Fucking dangerous. If he managed not to make a move on her, he should be awarded a goddamn medal.
She moaned as he approached. Her hands went around his waist and she pulled his torso to hers, snuggling her face against his sternum. “You’re s-so warm.”
He froze. The kit slipped from his fingers and landed on the rock. He needed to clean her wound and make sure it wasn’t as bad as he feared, but her frigid body made alarm chop through his thought process. If she was in shock, she needed to get warm. He ran his hands up and down her back.
Christ. So much for that medal.
With her half-naked body on his, images flooded his mind. He wanted to taste her. To roll her tight nipples between his fingers and sink his tongue into her mouth. He wanted to mark her, own her, fuck her until she screamed. His already hard cock throbbed. A little sigh from her lips snapped him with the force of an elastic band to the dick.
