And for a second, I forget he’s off-limits and bloody. God, what’s wrong with me? I’m going to hell for ogling my friend’s brother—and my twin’s boyfriend? Her ex?—while blood runs down his face.
“Jagger, Ginger is going to help get your face cleaned up so the doc can check you out.”
Jagger directs his attention toward me, a hint of a grin on his lips. I glare at him, scrunching my nose. He may be hot, butplayer, playerwon’t get to any of these goods.
Says every girl never.
Shut up, brain!
Dominic doesn’t say anything else before leaving the room, and me, standing here without a clue.
Jagger takes a seat on a table, waiting for me to do something. My cheeks heat as I look around, not knowing where to start.
“Everything is in that cabinet.” He nods his dark head toward the wall behind me while he reaches for the elastic in his hair,freeing it from its confines. With my lips tucked between my teeth in annoyance and embarrassment, I go to the cabinet and reach for the first aid kit. “Grab that bottle of alcohol and the cotton pads, too. That shit in those kits is never enough.”
I take everything to him, setting it on the table next to him. “Why even get the kit if I’m not going to use it?” I grumble as I rip open the package of cotton pads. I douse the pad with the alcohol and turn to him. Biting my lip, I lift my hand to his face, then hesitate. I don’t want to hurt him, and there’s no way the alcohol won’t burn. Maybe it will soothe the bruises, but that nasty gash will turn to fire.
“You won’t hurt me,” he tells me, impatience tinting his voice.
Taking a breath and biting my cheek, I lift a hand and dab the blood at his temple, doing my best to be gentle. When the alcohol has evaporated and the pad is no longer usable, I toss it and grab another. Before I can reach for his face, he grabs me by the waist, pulling me between his legs.
“You’re not supposed to touch me.”God.Why did that come out so breathless?
“It’s not touching. It’s instructing.” He wraps his large hand around my much smaller one, lifting it to his face. “I said you won’t hurt me.” He presses the cotton pad to his face. “And if you keep acting like I’ll break, we’ll be here all night.”
Fine. If he’s not worried, then neither am I. At least not about hurting him. Now, the heat pouring off of him…his muscles flexing against my palm as I brace myself against him…thick fingers digging into my hips…
“There. All done.” I jump away, putting my back to him. “I’ll let the doctor know you’re ready to be seen.”
“Don’t bother. It’s not that deep. A couple of Steri-Strips will do. Want to help me out?”
“I think you should let the doctor decide that.”
“Trust me. Just grab a couple from the kit.”
I need out of here. My ability to ignore my hormones is weak today. Not that he’s being anything but appropriate. But it’s been awhilesince I’ve been able to trigger those particular endorphins, and he’s not just hot. He’s quite possibly the hottest man I’ve laid eyes on. He was with clothes, but now, wearing only his underwear…
Get a grip, you little slut. You need this job more than dick. There’s a perfectly acceptable vibrator in your nightstand at home.
“Okay, then.” I grab the strips, but when I return to stand in front of him, I realize he’s too tall. It was fine when I was just wiping the blood away and cleaning his cut, but this requires precision. “You’re too tall.”
“Or maybe you’re too short.” He grins mischievously.
“I’m not that short,” I huff.
His grin widens as his eyes trail from my head to my toes, making my cheeks flush with annoyance. “You’re barely half my size. You’re a half-pint at best.”
Jackass.“Can’t you just stoop or something?” I gesture, wild and flustered.
“I have a better idea.” Before I can ask what, I’m lifted off my feet and pulled to straddle his lap.
Jesus. Donotgrind against him. You were afraid of him an hour ago. Remember?
Except that’s a damn lie. I wasn’t scaredofhim; I was terrifiedforhim. That his darkness was swallowing him whole.
Forcing a slow, controlled breath, I reach up and apply a strip, then reach for another, avoiding his gaze at all costs. He’s hard beneath me. I convince myself it’s adrenaline.
It’s all I can do not to moan or allow my eyes to roll back into my head as his erection presses against my throbbing center while I maneuver on his lap, trying to get the second strip in place.
