Were he not half dead and as weak as a newborn kitten, he may have felt it was almost domestic, them sharing the kitchen and working together.His woman wore torn jeans, and through one of the holes on her upper thigh he could make out a tattoo.Eyes narrowing, he licked his lips and moved toward her as she filled her cup with ice.She loved ice.He didn’t want very much in his glass but she loved it.
At her side, he trailed his hand down along her hip until he got to the hole and tucked his finger in.“Did you get a tattoo while I was lying here?”
Her smile had his heart skipping a few beats.“I could have had that this whole time.”
He clucked his tongue at her.“Not a chance, baby.I’ve licked every fucking inch of your curves and that,” he tugged on the material and frowned, “that raven wasn’t there.”
She handed him his glass and tapped hers to it.“Maybe, you’re just not that observant.”
Lance snorted.“Baby, I may miss some things here and there, but not when it comes to you and this body I’ve claimed as my own.Trust me when I tell you, I’ve never been so fucking observant as I am with you.”
He leaned closer and flicked his tongue along her lower lip, catching the water droplet teasing him.Jasmine backed up enough to pull their mouths apart.
“Foolish man, eat your food.You’re not ready for all this.”
He yanked her close, doing his damnedest not to wince over the pain radiating through him at the movement.“Twenty-four-seven, baby.I’m always ready for you.”
Her smile, soft and slightly condescending, had him rethinking his statement.She patted him on the cheek.“Let’s see how you’re doing after you eat some food.”She plucked his glass from his hand and carried it to the table.Before he could get back to the microwave she was there, dragging his food from it and taking that to the table as well.
He wanted to snap at her that he wasn’t an invalid but damn it all, he kinda was.And despite his words, no way in hell he was ready for tangling in the sheets with this woman.Face-planting on the bed?Sure.But nothing more adventurous than that.Which fucking sucked.
She didn’t try to help him to the table, just watched him make his molasses-speed progress.Sweat dotted his forehead and some slid down his back as he lowered himself to the chair.Limbs trembling, he paused reaching for his fork and took several slow breaths.Through it all Jasmine sat there, nursing her ice water.She never once looked impatient or put out by having to wait for him.
He ate slowly, partly because he didn’t have the energy to do it any way other than slowly, but also because he was fucking savoring the food.It was delicious.
After cutting a piece of the tender meatloaf, he added a bit of mashed potatoes to the fork with it then held it out to her.Jasmine held his gaze for a moment before she leaned forward and opened her mouth to allow him to slide it between her lips.
“Christ you make eating hot.”He focused on her mouth as she chewed and swallowed while sitting in her chair once more.
“And you’re still too weak to handle me so focus and eat.”
“Where are we?”He took a few moments to cut up the rest of the food and waited for an answer.
“Safe house.”
“I don’t recognize it.”
“Good.You shouldn’t.It’s one of mine.”
He speared a piece of broccoli and pointed the fork at her.With her minute head shake, he ate it and mulled over her words.“One of?”
“Yep.”
That was it.Nothing more, no additional information, and he frowned.
“Care to elaborate?”
“Nope.”
“Christ, Jasmine.Why not?”
“Nothing more to say.It’s a safe house.It’s one of mine.End of story.”
This woman.“If I had the energy I’d tan that ass of yours for the flippant remarks.”
A low chuckle burst from her.“If you had the energy we wouldn’t be talking, we’d be fucking, so not exactly concerned there.”
He glared as he took another healthy bite of the meatloaf.His focus fell away after he noticed the flare of heat in her gaze as she stared at his mouth.Swallowing, he dragged his tongue along his lower lip, pleased as could be her attraction wasn’t fading.Even if she was right, were he feeling better than like shit on the bottom of a shoe, they would be fucking.
