8
SAWYER
“Angel,” I say, wondering if she can hear me with her music on.
“Uncle Sawyer,” her muffled voice sounds through the wooden door.
“Dinner’s ready.” I train my ear to listen to what she says next.
“Come in.”
Swinging open her door, I freeze on the spot as she bounces on the bed, panting breathlessly.
Her naked body before me in offering. Her flushed face comes into view as she faces me and opens her eyes. It all happens so quickly. Too quickly. The teddy squished between her thick thighs springs free as she jumps from the bed, clattering on the other side as she crashes against the bedside table.
Fuck.
“Angel?” I stride into the room and jump over her single bed. Blood trickles down her temple as I cup her face in my palms. “Angel, talk to me.”
Her eyelids open to reveal her beautiful sky-blue irises. She glances around and looks down at her naked body. “Oh my gosh.” Her arm reaches onto the bed as if searching for something.
“Are you hurt? Angel, talk to me.” My heart pounds against my chest. I have my girl naked before me, but I push all thoughts aside. My dick can think about her naked body later. All I care about now is her and if she’s hurt.
Her eyes flash to mine, this time laced with fear. “I’m naked.”
“I don’t care about that. You think I haven’t seen a naked woman before? You’re bleeding.”
She looks down at her body as if she’s trying to figure out where. She winces as she bends her knee.
My hands glide down her leg until I reach the graze on her knee with a small gash and bruise, but I’m more worried about the cut on her head. “Can you get up?”
She nods, wincing as she tries to stand, but fails and drops back against the bedside cabinet. “I’m dizzy.”
“Let me help you.” I slip my arm around her waist, my other hooked under her legs, and lift her onto the bed. “Wait here.” I walk into the bathroom, open the cabinet, and grab the first aid kit.
“I’m so embarrassed.” She’s wrapped the towel around her body, but it doesn’t quite cover her belly. Her palms hide her face, her wet hair hanging limp around her shoulders, one side angelic and the other dark and dangerous, like a temptress taunting me.
“Don’t worry about it.” I kneel in front of her and pull her hands away from her flushed face.
She gasps when she sees the blood on her fingers.
“You’ve cut the side of your head.” I press a cotton pad against her temple.
She wipes her shaky hands on her towel. “Is it bad?”
“No, but I’m more worried about concussion.” I clean the blood from around the wound, and open a box of plasters and place one over her small cut. “You might have some bruising tomorrow.” My hands roam over her shoulders and down her arms, searching for any more injuries.
“My knee hurts.” She flexes her leg, wincing as she straightens it, then bends it again.
I hold her calf in my hands as I inspect the graze. Her smooth skin is like silk beneath my palms and I want to slide my hand higher between her thighs, aware that she’s bare.
Unable to control my eyes, they flick to the sliver of flesh on her belly where the towel doesn’t quite meet, then the crease where her belly touches her thighs, keeping her modesty. As much as I love her curves, I desperately want to see her bare pussy, like a piece of buried treasure that I need to dig for, and I want to explore that crevice with my tongue.
Willing myself to focus back on her knee, I kiss the graze just like I would when she was a little girl, only now I want to kiss all the way up her thigh.
She sucks in a breath at the contact, her body shivering. Our eyes meet. Her chest rises and falls beneath the towel clutched at her breasts.
“I think you’ve just bruised it. Just rest and hopefully it should be better tomorrow.” I stand before my hands or lips take on a mind of their own. My dick’s already hard as a fucking rock, thinking he’s getting some. I hate to disappoint the lad, but there’s no way I can go there with Colin’s daughter. Even if she was calling my name.
