I bite back a smile and lather up her hair with slow strokes, massaging her scalp with my fingertips. She moans again, and my cock decides to be a real… well…dickand stand at attention again. I think of anything that will make it go down, but then I start thinking of Cat going down, which helps absolutely nothing.
“That feels good,” Cat sighs, leaning against me.
Also not helping.
I reach for the washcloth and soap, gently washing the dirt and blood off her face, then work my way down to her feet. My eyes roam over her naked body. And it’s the sight of her scrapes and bruises that finally get my dick to calm the hell down.
She’s hurt more than she let on with the vet.
Cat is swaying slightly, and I know she’s on the verge of a crash. I grab the handheld sprayer, rinse her off, flip off the shower, and step out onto the bathmat.
I pull her into a fluffy towel and dry her off. Cat continues to sway until she slumps against my shoulder.
“Kitten?”
Her breathing evens out.
“Cat?”
She’s down for the count. I maneuver her into the bedroom, pull back the sheets, and slip her into the bed. I watch her for a few more seconds, making sure she’s in a comfortable position, then something comes over me. I can’t stop myself from kissing her forehead.
Cat smiles in her sleep, mumbles something about aNative American Ninja, then pulls the covers up to her chin.
I was in a lot of fucking trouble.
Chapter 27
“Maybe I need to reboot my mouth, too.”
-Cat
The trouble with getting shot, as far as I can tell, is that your body will decide when you’ve had enough reality and shut itself down. Whether you’re ready or not.
I’ve never had a man take care of me the way Ryker helped me last night. And the shitty thing is, I passed out before I could truly appreciate it.
Or thank him.
That’s the first thought that zips through my head when I come to the following day. I’m naked in the guest bed. Alone.
A creak from a nearby chair tells me that I’m mistaken about thatalonepart.
“Kitten? You awake?”
I blink a few times at Ryker. He’s stretching side to side from a chair next to the bed.
“Not sure,” I ease to a sitting position, keeping the sheet around my naked self. “Am I in Hell?”
He smirks. “No, but your shoulder probably feels like you are.”
At the mention of my shoulder, a sharp pain shoots down my arm. Shit. All it took was one look at the stupid sexy biker next to my bed, and I forgot about my injury.
Ryker is out of his chair in a heartbeat. “Are you okay? Need me to get you some painkillers?”
I shake my head. “What time is it?”
“Eight,” Ryker answers.
“Did you sleep in that chair?”
