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He watched her avert her eyes. “I’m fine.”
“What happened?”
“I lost my balance getting out of the trailer and fell.”
He figured that much. The trailer was almost five feet off the ground, only inches shorter than her.
He stalked inside her place, flicking on the lights by the front door. Her small suitcase was on the couch, open and piled with clothes. She stood quietly by the bedroom door. In the light, he could see her knees. They were swollen and red, even raised probably from infection, but the blood Trevor described had been washed away.
He closed the door. “You need to clean it out before it gets infected.”
“Okay.”
He eyed her. Something was different. He could tell by her stance she wanted him to leave. He lifted his chin.
“Gonna let me help you.” He moved closer, and she glanced up through her lashes. He slowly reached out, gliding his finger across her bare shoulder over her collarbone and cupped her jaw.
She sighed. “You’re very confusing.”
He furrowed his brows.
“You’re hot and cold with me.” She shook her head, keeping her gaze on him, and he found himself waiting on her next words. “One minute you’re bailing on me seconds after you come.” She shrugged and scanned the room. “Then the next, you want to tend to my wounds.” She gazed up at him slowly through her lashes. “See? Confusing.”
He cleared his throat. Her statement was putting him on the spot but acutely accurate. “Yeah, I get it.” He drove his hand through his hair. “Not good at this shit, never have been.”
She lowered her voice to a whisper. “You’re better at the sweet stuff than ya think, Cade.” She paused and then muttered. “When you try.”
His gaze flicked up to meet her stare.
He moved toward her, and she paced back, matching his steps. “In the bedroom, sweetheart.” It was rare for him to use any terms of endearment with anyone, much less a woman. But it flowed from his mouth for her. He slid his hand into hers, palm to palm, and threaded his fingers through hers. “Come on,” he said in a hushed tone. She responded by following him into the room. He dropped the bottle and cotton balls on the bedside table and turned on the lamp. He gestured to the bed. “Have a seat, let me clean you up.”
“You don’t have to, Cade.”
He tightened his grip on her hand and yanked her closer. “I want to.” His lips were so close to hers. “Let me.” It wasn’t so much a plea but a question.
“I like it when you’re sweet.” Her gaze softened, and his heart raced at the sight. “See, like I said, you’re good at it.”
“Then let me be sweet, Riss,” he whispered.
She cupped the towel to her chest and sat up with her legs dangling off the edge of the bed. He bent down and started to clean them. He could feel her eyes on him, and the small hairs spiked up on the back of his neck. He didn’t bother looking up at her. It would just distract him from what he was doing. He capped the bottle and tossed the pink-tinged cotton balls into the trash behind him. He turned back to her, and before he could get up, her hands wrapped around his neck and her lips pressed against his, taking him into a soft kiss.
God, this fucking woman and her lips. He’d never been opposed to kissing, but he’d rather be fucking. With her, her lips made his dick hard. She swiped her tongue across the seam of his mouth. Parting his lips, he dipped his tongue into her mouth. He angled up, sending her onto her back until she fell against the bed. His fists dug into the mattress, and he lay over her body. If he gave her all his weight, he’d crush her, but her pull on his neck had him laying over her.
Her lips moved over his slowly and with ease. He pulled away slightly to ease the pressure of his bulk, and she followed his lips, pressing against them again. She mistook the move for breaking the kiss. Fuck, that was the last thing he wanted right now. He licked her bottom lip, grazing his teeth over the plump lip and gliding back into her warm mouth. So fucking good.
The knock on the door was the only reason he stopped. Her lips kept moving against his as if she hadn’t heard it, but he did. He had a feeling he knew exactly who was at the door. He pulled away far enough that he completely broke the kiss. Her head angled upward away from the mattress.
“That’s gotta be Trev calling us for dinner. Hungry?” He was referencing the burgers, but from the curling of the corner of her mouth, food was not where her mind had gone. Caden drew in a breath. Unable to resist her lips, he ducked close, swiping her bottom lip for a teasing kiss. Her eyes closed, and she angled her neck, giving him the in he needed to deepen their kiss.
If he didn’t stop now, he’d be balls deep in twenty seconds. The thought got him hard but cursing the fucking timing. He had his son waiting at the door. There wasn’t time for any of this. Reluctantly, he pulled back and watched with a heated stare as she slowly blinked her eyes open. She stared back at him with a sweet, dazed glimmer in her eyes. He ignored the pounding in his chest. What the hell was she doing to him?
He sighed and dropped his head, hanging low on his shoulders. He could tell Trevor to head back to the house, though he knew his kid wouldn’t go without asking a million questions, which would prolong the situation. What he needed to do was walk out the door. But her sitting in front of him, her soft eyes heated and her scent invading him, was halting his departure. Clean, fresh, and something he couldn’t place, but it was sweet, cherry or pineapple. Whatever it was, it was holding him prisoner standing over her. He caught the shift in her bare leg and felt her hand glide across his neck, spanning his throat. He glanced up, and she smiled.
“Are you inviting me for dinner?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll get dressed now.”
