He ran the washcloth under the cold water and twisted it so tightly, it nearly dried off.He’d just started to wet it again when a moan hit his ears.Lexie had shifted positions and was holding herself dangerously still.
He grabbed the wastebasket from beside the sink and hurried back to her.“All right?”
“Better…not…to…move.”
“Here.”He set the wastebasket on the floor beside the bed.Folding the washcloth into thirds, he carefully balanced it across her forehead.
For a moment, she braced herself.Then she whimpered and relaxed.
“Better?”
“Thank you.”
She was killing him.Crouching bedside, Cam watched her, his fingers itching.All he wanted to do was gather her up and hold her until the pain went away.
But that would probably send her lurching out of the bed.
When she settled deeper into the thin mattress, he pushed himself to his feet.The pull he felt for her was as strong as an electromagnet.Her hair was spilled all over the pillow where his head had just rested.She was snuggling into the sheets that still held his body heat, while the other side of the foldout bed looked wide and empty.
He backed away and scowled when he saw the only available chair in the room.Nothing oversized and plush for Roxie.No, the damn mod piece was curvy and misshapen.Muttering under his breath, he walked to the bathroom and turned off the light.He spread his long frame into the chair and tried to find a comfortable position.The stupid thing was more torturous than the foldout.
Lexie shivered.Leaning forward, he pulled the sheet over her.
“No more bourbon,” she whispered.
“I’ll pour it down the drain,” he promised.
“All of it?”
“It’s gone.”
Settling back, he watched her in the moonlight.The apartment went quiet but for the humming of the refrigerator in the kitchen.The bass tones from The Ruckus had drifted down to a feel more than a sound.Lexie’s breaths deepened.After a while, her body relaxed into sleep.
But then she shivered again, and Cam’s steel willpower crumbled.
To hell with social decorum.
He unraveled himself from the chair and headed for the empty space on the bed.She was cold, and he had warmth to spare.It was time to make them both feel better.
Chapter Six
Laser beams shot through Lexie’s eyes, making the back of her eyelids glow red.The bright color ran through her optic nerve straight to the center of her brain and set it on fire.She winced.Oh God.Light.
She rolled away.The move wasn’t a smart one.Her head spun, her stomach jounced and her back screamed.She went still, holding herself uncertainly.Oh Lord.What hell was this?
Someone cupped the back of her head and guided her back down.Warmth awaited her.Strong, comfortable warmth.She rested against the heat and held herself very, very still.
She hurt all over.
The touch at her head slid down and rubbed the tight muscles of her neck.She sighed.As if they knew just where the pain was centered, the fingers skimmed lower to the spot in the middle of her back.She was afraid to move, afraid to breathe too deep, but that touch coaxed her aching muscles to relax.Bit by bit, she found a more comfortable position.She rested her aching head on a strong shoulder and laid her hand against a hard chest.Her legs tangled with others, and she rubbed her toe against a muscled calf experimentally.He was warm and solid.
He?
Her eyes popped open, and she froze—partly because the morning light reflected off the pale yellow walls and partly because she was in bed with somebody.A male somebody.A male somebody with a body thatrocked.
She squeezed her eyes shut, the light too bright.Gradually, she managed to open them to slits.Still afraid to move, she looked across the chest with which she was so up close and personal.It was sculpted with muscles that had no give under the light touch of her fingertips.She glanced down, careful not to move her eyes too fast.There was nothing soft down there either.
Her face heated.She’d been looking at the corrugated six-pack of the man’s abdomen, not the hard bulge pressing against the sheet.The very hard, very big bulge.Her pulse started to race.She wanted desperately to move but knew if she did it would draw more attention to their position.She was cozied up way too intimately against a man she couldn’t even identify.
