“What did he take?” I croaked, already picturing how devastated his daughter would be if anything were to happen to him, while fighting against the realization that maybe I wouldn’t handle it so great either.
Crew shrugged. “He didn’t say. But Doc’s pretty stingy with the opioids, so if I had to guess, it was probably an NSAID to provide both pain relief and quell inflammation.”
While that combination could cause some internal issues, it wasn’t life-threatening, and the rising tide of panic within me slowly began to ebb.
Letting out a shaky exhale, I addressed my husband’s teammates. “I think you two have done enough for one night. It’s probably best if you head home.”
They nodded their agreement, and I ushered them out of the bedroom and down the stairs.
When we reached the door, Cole turned to me with an apologetic expression. “We didn’t mean to dump this mess on you.”
I placed a hand on his shoulder. “I know.”
“He’s gonna be out of commission for a few days. Call us if you need anything, okay?”
“Sure,” I agreed.
Once the two of them reached their car, I closed the door and armed the security system.
Levi’s snores echoed throughout the foyer as I trudged up the stairs, exhausted out of my mind but determined to stay awake all night to keep a close eye on him, just in case.
Crossing the threshold, I latched the door to the suite and moved to his side.
I nudged my sleeping husband. “Levi?”
He moaned but remained unconscious.
Abandoning a gentler touch, I grabbed both shoulders and shook him more aggressively. “Come on. We need to get you to bed.”
His eyelids lifted the tiniest fraction. “Can’t,” he protested. “I’m married.”
Taking his hands in mine, I pulled, hauling his heavy body out of the chair. “Yeah, I know.”
Levi let out a pained groan when I got him on his feet, and I half led, half dragged his hunched-over form to the mattress before easing him onto it. With a sigh, he lay back, arms and legs splayed. I climbed up beside him, settling in for a sleepless night.
There was no denying that he was the most egotistical man I’d ever met, believing he was God’s gift to women and expecting the world to bend to his will, but damn, he was gorgeous.
Unable to resist, I reached out to smooth back the strands of chestnut hair that had fallen over his forehead.
His brow furrowed, and he shoved me away, grumbling, “Told you no.” His left hand lifted, and he wiggled his fingers. “See? Wedding ring.”
My lips folded inward as I fought against a smile. “Sorry, I’ll be good.”
Huffing, he turned onto his side, dark lashes lifting as he fixed me with a glassy stare, his words coming out slightly slurred. “She’s smoking hot, too, my wife.”
Playing along, I arched an eyebrow. “Is that so?”
“Mm-hmm.” His eyes slid shut again. “But she never lets me touch her. Damn shame because all I dream about is making her come so many times she forgets her own damn name.”
“How—” Mouth gone dry, I darted my tongue out to moisten my lips. “How would you make her come?”
His lips curved into that panty-melting smirk. “All the ways. With my fingers, with my mouth, with my cock.” There was a long pause where I thought he might’ve fallen asleep again, but then he hummed. “Mm. Toys too.”
My core clenched around nothing, imagining this virile man using sex toys in his quest to coax pleasure from my body.
Maybe it wouldn’t be the end of the world if we found our way to consummating this marriage.
He let out a deep groan that settled right between my thighs. “Fuck, I’m hard as stone just picturing it.”
