Page 71 of Theirs to Treasure

Josie sighed. “I’ve had such bad body aches from the flu, I don’t know what is pain from that and what is normal back pain.”

“Let’s you and I get you taken care of, and Chance can fix you something reasonable to eat. I think pizza is a little drastic,” Sam said as he took her arm and led her out of the kitchen.

“Do you want to take a shower?” Sam asked as they got into the master suite.

“Oh God, I probably should! I haven’t showered since I was in my apartment,” Josie said. She sat down at the foot of the bed, and Sam could see that she was once again tired out. She looked up, a little lost. He crouched down in front of her.

“Honey, are you feeling a little worn out?”

“Darn it all, I only walked to the kitchen and back!” she complained.

“Baby, two days ago we were thinking about taking you to the hospital,” Sam told her seriously.

“You were? It couldn’t have been that bad,” she protested.

“Your temp was a hundred and three. Chance called Betty and she said if it stayed like that for twelve hours, we had to take you in. So, of course you’re still weak. Do you need me to carry you into the bathroom?”

“No, I just need to lean on you.”

“How would you feel about showering together?” Sam asked.

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Josie felt her body heat, and it wasn’t due to the fever. The idea of seeing Sam all wet and naked turned her on.

“I like the idea of us showering together. A lot.” She smiled up at him.

He reached to pull her shirt over her head.

“Nuh-uh. You first. If we’re doing this, I want as much naked Sam time as I can get. I’ve been sick, this is my treat.”

Sam gave her a long look, and then nodded at her, and then a grin broke over his face. He pulled off everything but his boxer briefs.

“So, me naked is a treat, huh?”

“Oh, yeah!” she crooned. “I even daydream about you naked.”

“Do you ever think about me when you’re in your bed?” He watched as she slowly nodded.

“What do you do in your bed, when you think about me naked?”

Josie felt a flush creep up her face. He looked at her intently.

“I can see your nipples hardening, Josie. Answer me,” he said in a sharp, deep voice.

Oh God, he could get her motor running from zero to sixty in less than two seconds. That voice of his, and his hooded gaze. She put her hands to her face, trying to cover her reaction. He pulled her hands out to her sides, which only made his shirt that she’d worn to bed tighten across her chest. He looked down at the evidence of her arousal.

“Josie,” his voice was deep and dark. Velvet over gravel. “What do you do when you’re in bed alone, thinking about me naked. Have you ever touched yourself?”

Holy hell!

Reluctantly, she nodded.

“Do you touch your breasts?” He let go of one of her hands and cupped her breast. “Like this? Do you?”

She nodded again. Speaking was beyond her abilities.

His thumb. His big, callused thumb brushed over her nipple, then back again. “Did you touch your nipple?”