“Too late.” I laughed, getting out of the car and grabbing her stuff.
I went to open the passenger door for her, but she had beaten me to it and was already standing outside the car. I’m not sure I can remember the last time I laughed or smiled this much, and damn if I wasn’t enjoying it.
“I can sleep on the couch,” she insisted.
“I think the fuck not,” I growled, pushing her against the car door. “You, Little Fighter, are not sleeping on the couch.”
“The floor?” The look in her eyes was a challenge. She knew what she was doing. Emma was a brat, and she loved getting me like this.
“Get your ass in the house.”
“Make me.”
The last time she said that, I wasn’t able to do anything about it, but now? Here? Damn right I could. I threw her over my shoulder in one quick movement, swatting her ass and walking toward the door.
“Connor, put me down!”
I swatted her ass again, causing a yelp while I unlocked the door and walked in. Slamming it with my foot, I walked down the hallway, into my room, and threw her down on the bed. I hovered my body over hers, looking at her face, her eyes, and reading her body language. I wasn’t sure if I went too far, but her hands looped the back of my neck, and she pulled me closer. Her lower body ground against mine in one slow movement as she arched her back.
“Emma,” I whispered.
“Don’t make me beg-”
I cut her off with a kiss. It wasn’t gentle this time. I was taking what I wanted, what she was giving me. I’m pretty sure I’m addicted to her at this point. Her hand moved through my hair, pulling and tugging as her other hand came around to the bottom of my shirt and started to pull it up.
“I… Emma, you need rest.”
“I need you.”
“As much as I love to hear those words come out of your pretty mouth, youjustcame home from the hospital. You passed out tonight.”
“I’m okay now. Can’t you see?”
“You were literally in a hospital gown less than an hour ago,” I said, fighting myself with wanting to give in. “Just… lay down. I’ll make tea. And maybe a sandwich. Soup. Something for your sugar.”
She groaned dramatically, wrinkling her nose. “Soup? Connor, I’m not sick. I’m horny.”
This woman was really fucking killing me. “Just rest.” I pleaded.
Her voice suddenly lowered. Teasing. “You know what would make me feel better?”
“Please don’t say ‘sex’.” I huffed.
“Too late.” She grinned, using my own words against me.
“You want our first time to be after our first date, where you happened to pass out?”
She shifted slightly under me, the hem of her shirt sliding up just enough to make me blink. “I’m not dying. It won’t be the last time that happens, either. People pass out all the time and feel fine after. But I am healing, and healing needs endorphins. You could be… therapeutic.”
“You’re impossible.” I shook my head.
“And you’re hot,” she whispered, tugging at my shirt as I leaned closer.
“You sure? It’s so damn late.” I hesitated.
“I’m sure I’ve been lying in a hospital bed thinking about your hands,” she said, her fingers already tracing my wrist, pulling me. “I’m sure I want to hear the way you say my name when-”
“Okay,” I breathed, cupping her cheek. “Okay. But you’re stayinghorizontal.And if you wince, I’m stopping.”
