“Bunny,” a deep voice mutters behind me. A strong arm wraps around my middle, and he pulls me against him.
His dick is hard. Again. Does it never rest?
“Let me go.” I jab an elbow into his gut. His abs might as well be a brick wall. I probably hurt my elbow, and he doesn’t seem to feel it.
“You’re hurt.” He runs a hand down my leg. I cringe when he touches below my knee and bite my lip to hold in my sob.
“I have to pee.” I sound like a child holding back tears.
He lifts me easily and carries me to the bathroom. He sets me on the toilet, and I glare up at him. The pain has made me cranky and incinerated my survival instincts. “A little privacy?”
With a lazy smile, he saunters out of the bathroom but leaves the door open a crack. Somehow he knows when I finish because he’s back, wearing his jeans this time. He picks me up, cradling me against his beautiful chest. I avert my eyes.
“Is my bunny shy?”
“No.” I whip my head around and end up lost in his eyes. “And I’m notyour bunny.”
“No?” He lays me back on the bed and plants a palm on my chest so I can’t move. “You have the cutest freckles.” He brushes the tip of my nose.
I don’t hate my freckles, but they are copious, so I usually cover them with an inch of concealer.
What’s more unnerving is how he’s touching me like he owns me. And my pussy likes it.
I push his hand away, watching him carefully to make sure I don’t anger him. I’m fully aware of how he’s clothed and I am not. He’s only in a pair of jeans, but it would only take him a second to get undressed.
“The night’s over. I’m no longer yours.”
“Hmm.” He doesn’t say any more, just leaves the room, strutting as if he knows I’m studying the shifting muscles in his shoulders and back, and returns with a glass of water and two pills. “Painkillers. Take them.”
I hesitate, but the pain wins the argument.
Did I make it to midnight? The question is on the tip of my tongue, but I don’t want to engage with him any more than I have to.
He’s typing on his phone. “I’m going to step out to make a call. Stay here and lie still.”
I’m sitting up, intending to swing my legs over the side of the bed.
“Do it and I’ll tie you down.”
I stop moving and sink back against the covers.
He nods his approval and leaves.
The door opens, and then I hear voices, his voice booming the loudest. I sit up and pull the blanket around me. I’m totally naked, and I don’t like it, but I have no clothes, so I’ll have to deal.
At least I’m clean, and my hair isn’t the leaf-ridden mess I’d expected it to be. He washed it last night, and it dried with minimal frizz. A bad hair day is the least of my problems, but he gets points for taming my curls.
He returns with a tray of dishes covered with silver domes.
“What’s that?” I ask.
He sets the tray down on the bed. It even has a little vase filled with white daisies and everything. “Breakfast.” He lifts the biggest dome, revealing a plate of huge fluffy waffles covered in whipped cream and strawberry compote. “Catered from the kitchens at the Lodge.” The delicious scent hits me, and my stomach growls so hard it can probably be heard from space.
He sits on the side of the bed, looking satisfied. “Eat. The doctor is on his way.”
I pause with a cup of coffee halfway to my lips. “Doctor?”
“To examine your ankle.”
