“Small, my ass.”
Large hands grab my ass. “Not small, but perfect. Enough flesh to hold while fucking.”
My mouth drops open at his brazen humor, especially given the six-inch long gash on his forearm.
He traces the inside of my bottom lip with a finger. “Another invitation? I accept.” His hand glides down the side of a breast, over my ribs and hip to my lower half where he lightly caresses my lady parts.
Oh, my, he’s stoking a fire within me, but I have to treat his injury before anything can happen between us. “Come on, big guy. Let’s get your wound cleaned and stitched.”
“A bandage is enough.”
“I’m the nurse here. I decide what you need.”
He stops on the first landing. “What if I need you?”
Deep blue eyes don’t waver. It would be so easy to lose myself in them, especially since I see something in Kobrik that I’ve never seen in another man. More than honesty and genuine goodness. Sincerity and a true desire for me. All of me. Beyond the physical.
Or perhaps that’s wishful thinking on my part.
“I’m highly attracted to you, Kobrik, but we only just met. I think we’re both exhausted. Let’s get you taken care of, and then?—”
“Then I will take care ofyou.”
I nod, not sure what he means. I have a bump on my head, but nothing that needs attention. When I extend my hand, he accepts and we climb the second flight of stairs.
My apartment door is wide open, the lock dangling from splintered wood. “Did you kick it in?”
“Yes. Easy. Thin door. You need better security.”
“That’s why I have you, right?” He’s so easy to flirt with, especially when he grins at me like now.
Everything with Kobrik is easy. Talking, thinking, just being. While I want to look pretty for him and be the reason he smiles, I don’t feel the need to primp and fuss over clothing or be someone I’m not.
That’s when I realize I’m covered in dirt, paint, and blood, and I’m still wearing an old grud uniform. Will he be disappointed when I clean up and he sees the girl beneath the costume?
Those fears remain present until his hand on my lower back guides me inside and positions me to stand away from the door. Like Hercules, he lifts my sofa as if it weighs nothing and places it upright against the door.
“You shouldn’t be lifting anything with that arm.”
“The sofa is light.”
“It isnotlight. It took three men to carry it up here when I bought it.”
“Not as light as you, but still light. You hired weak men.”
Not as light as me?
With one finger beneath my chin, he closes my jaw. “You really want me in there, don’t you?” That devilish grin of his hasbutterflies dancing in my stomach. As if I weren’t already under his spell, he bends down and kisses me.
I sneak one hand between us and push him off. “Stop distracting me.” I point to the kitchen chair. “Sit.”
“You’re bossy.”
“Only when my patient keeps me from doing my job.”
Deep blue eyes laugh as he sits. That’s when I see his hornsmove.
Nope. That can’t be. I’m so fricking tired that I’m imagining things.
