Just like that, the pulse between her legs thrummed.
Grr. This was not nap-appropriate thinking.
No Bax allowed.
She opened her eyes, blinked any memory of him away, and closed them again.
Cherries. She loved cherries. Cherries were her favorite. Especially those cherry-flavored Puffle Yum toaster tarts. Those were divine, and they didn’t make her feel sick like most of the other sugary sweets she used to enjoy.
The flaky crust and warm center.
A vision of Bax feeding her toaster pastry flitted around in her subconscious, and, dammit, now she wanted sexanda toaster tart. Maybe with a dash of argument. Bax straight-up refused to bicker with her, something that drove her bananas.
What she’d do for a small bit of arguing with him. Just a little bickering over whether cherry or strawberry was the better variety. Nothing too intense. Just semi back to the way things were between them before, back when things were normal.
Sex and Bax and toaster tarts and bantering about who was right… now she was seriously turned on.
“Courtney?” Bax’s voice came from the stairs outside her door, because apparently God had a sense of humor.
A light knock on the door followed.
She rolled onto her back, her arms spread wide across the comforter. “Come in.”
Bax slipped through the door, looking way too yummy in his jeans and well-worn Fleetwood Mac T-shirt. His long hair fell well past his ears, but he didn’t tie it up like her brother.
Gibson bolted for the hallway, paused, turned, and licked himself between the legs some more. The cat was halfway to being a full exhibitionist.
Bax’s gaze trailed to Courtney spread out on the bed.
“Shit.” Bax backtracked. Literally moving backward out the door. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
She shifted toward his direction. “I wasn’t asleep yet. Come on in.”
Cautiously, Bax moved to the bed, but he didn’t sit.
Mom had implemented a no-shoes rule in the house—even though it wasn’t her house—so Bax was barefoot in her bedroom. The bare feet thing felt oddly domestic. Also, he sort of had sexy toes. Were sexy toes a thing?
Nuh-uh, sexy toes were not a thing. She was just so turned on from trying to go to sleep that he could’ve come in wearing a cupcake Halloween costume and she would’ve wanted to jump his bones.
Bax feeding her frosting from a cupcake wouldn’t be a bad thing. If it were a carrot cake cupcake, that would actually be a pretty good thing. Creamy icing she could lick from his fingertips—
“Are you okay?” Bax asked, still standing beside the bed, glancing over at her and apparently not having the same problem with cupcake porn that she was.
“No,” she answered honestly as she moved her arm to fling it over her forehead.
He moved to her side of the bed, moving her arm to place his hand over her forehead. His touch felt amazing. Even his temperature-checking skills were sexy as hell.
Unfortunately, the touch made her want to play dirty doctor with him. He could be the doctor, and she could be the patient. He could take her temperature and then slide his hand along her cheek and then do… other dirty doctor things to her.
Her breath came a lot shallower, and she was pretty sure her pupils dilated. That was how turned on she was by the thought of Doctor Bax.
She swatted his hand away because she didn’t need a repeat of the shower.
“Court.” He sat on the edge of the bed. “What’s going on?” His eyebrows furrowed, and he was genuinely concerned.
That was nice. Sort of sweet. Probably because he worried about the kid though.
“Nothing’s going on,” she dodged.
