“I’m not done with you yet.”
Penny pulled hisT-shirt down to just above her knees and snuggled into his pillow. Part of her wanted to run as fast as she could back to her own house and the other half was happy to stay right here. Happy to enjoy this moment, for surely, this– whatever it was– would die a quick and happy death.
Nimble as a panther despite his injury, Chaz climbed out of the bed and then disappeared through the door wearing nothing but a pair of athletic socks.
With his absence, her doubts quickly returned. What on earth was she doing? She barely knew him! He was injured! She’d promised his mother that she’d ‘check in’ on him! Surely this wasn’t what Mrs. Wright had in mind!
She heard a toilet flush from down the hall and a moment later, he returned to stand in the open doorway. Leaning against the doorframe, he watched her curiously, as though she were a puzzle he’d yet to figure out. In his left hand, he held a damp, folded washrag.
Penny held up her hands, expecting him to toss it to her, but he shook his head, pushed himself away from the door, and approached her ominously.
What the heck?
“Lie back, lady.” He nudged her shoulder onto the pillow.
And then, tenderly but thorough, he used the warm cloth on her. First her hand, a little in her hair, and before she realized what he had in mind, the cloth was between her legs.
She flinched her eyes shut.
“Are you always this… helpful?” Throwing her arms above her head, she wavered between mortification and appreciation.
This part of sex had always been done privately, separately. Not in a million years could she imagine Kent doing anything like this for her.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” He finished and tossed the rag toward a hamper. Then he lay back on his uninjured side, facing her. He looked a little pale beneath his tan.
“Are you in pain?”
He didn’t answer her.
“Oh, my God, you are, aren’t you?” Penny pushed herself up and glanced around wondering what she’d done with her shoes. “I should go. I should let you sleep.”
“Stay.”
Penny froze. Something in his voice tugged at her to meet his gaze. He truly didn’t want her to leave. He wasn’t at all anxious to get rid of her.
“Please?”
How could she deny him? He caused her to lose all sense of reason, in a really good way.
Catching sight of a prescription bottle on the dresser, she upped the ante. “I’ll stay if you take one of your pain pills. Have you had any today?”
“Not since yesterday.”
Jumping out of the bed, she opened the container, tilted out one pill, and handed it to him. He grabbed a water bottle from the other nightstand and swallowed it without argument. “Now get back here. I want to know more about you.”
A little confused, she sat on the bed again and tucked her feet under her. What was this?
Wasn’t it just some crazy, insanity-induced sexual fling. People who did this sort of thing didn’t actually get to know one another, did they?
She had no idea.
“How long were you married?” He reached for her and then pulled the sheet over both of them, tucking her in beside him.
Huh.
Okaaay. “I got married when I was twenty-four, when Kent finished medical school.”
Chaz had closed his eyes. “A doctor, eh? But no kids?”
