My voice cracks.
Holt angles a look at me.
“Good,” I whisper as I stroke my hand through his hair. “Just so good.”
God, he’s beautiful.
Those observant brown eyes. Strong nose. Scruff just long enough to almost be a full beard, glistening with the moisture from between my legs. Thick neck. Broad shoulders.
And a boot on the leg he’s kneeling on as he reaches behind us to shut off the shower.
“We’re not done,” he tells me.
I smile. “Good. Let me get your crutches, and—ahh!”
And apparently not.
Because this deity of a man is scooping me into his arms.
Being the hero I didn’t even know I needed.
For now.
For tonight.
Tomorrow doesn’t matter.
Even if it should.
24
Holt
There wasone right answer after I disposed of the spider.
It’sgood night, Ziggy, I’ll see you in the morning.
That was the right answer.
But the wrong answer, kissing her, touching her, was theonlyanswer.
I’m fired.
I am so fired when her stepfather finds out.
And I don’t fucking care.
Not when those wide blue eyes and that smile are telling me I hold the key to her happiness. Not when she’s using every bit of her being to communicate that she trusts me. When she’s showing me with the way she kisses me and touches me that she likes me.
When she’s fucking delicious and so responsive and so vulnerable all at the same time.
Fuck tomorrow. Fuck being fired.
I want this woman.
End of story.
That’s all I’m thinking about as I lift her up to carry her out of the bathroom.
