Page 61 of Unguarded

I’m frozen in place, eyes glued to her skin. I reach over, adjusting the strap while letting the rough pad of my thumb scrape against her collarbone. She inhales a sharp breath.

“Who said you could touch me?”

“Tell me to stop.”

Her hand reaches up to meet mine, but instead of pulling it away, she presses it against her collarbone and upper chest. I can feel the thump of her heart as it races in her chest, almost as fast as mine is.

Our eyes are locked in until her lids lower as she studies my lips. Her tongue sticks out to wet hers.

“You need to cut that shit out if you’re planning to tell me to stop. Nice shirt, by the way.” I bring my other hand around to cup her side, scraping over the dip in her waist. My lipsreach the top of her ear. “I should never have left. I’m sorry I left.”

She inhales a raspy breath. I pull back, intending to press a kiss to her lips, but her eyes widen as she doubles forward. A retching noise comes from the back of her throat as she leans forward and vomits all over my boots. I keep ahold of her waist, supporting her weight as she continues to empty her stomach over the marble tiles.

“Oh shit.” Ember returns to the room, her hand clamped over her mouth.

“Did you call the doctor?” I ask.

She nods. “He’ll be here in less than ten minutes.”

“Go call for the maid service, will you?”

She nods, concern etched in her eyes. She turns and exits the room.

“Let’s go, Princess. Let’s get you into bed.” I’m still supporting her weight even though she’s finished vomiting.

“Oh God,” she moans into me, pressing her face to my shoulder. “I threw up on you. I’m sick.”

“Yeah, you are, but you’re gonna be okay.” I reach down to scoop her up, but before I do, I notice the vomit has gotten all over the bottom of her pants and her feet, along with my jeans and boots.

“Shit,” I curse under my breath.

She’s gonna need a shower.

I continue holding her up while I kick off my soiled boots, trying not to slip in the mess.

“This is so hot, right?” she groans.

I can’t help the smile that spreads across my lips. “This isdefinitely one of the top ten hottest moments of my life. Here you go.”

I reach down, scooping her up into my arms and marching toward her bedroom. At least my socks escaped the puddle on the floor.

When we get into her spacious, luxurious bathroom, I push open the glass door to the walk-in shower and set her down on the bench. She leans back against the tiles, eyes closed.

“Did I ruin your boots?”

“Nah, they were covered in cow shit yesterday.”

I push the showerhead toward the wall before turning on the water. It comes out cold, so I turn to her.

“We need to strip you down. I won’t look, okay?”

She simply raises her arms up.

Okay then. Let’s do this.

I peel my shirt off of her, followed by her pajama top, looking everywhere but at her body as I move to her bottoms. She lifts her hips as I pull at the waistband and slide them down her thighs. She’s not wearing any panties.

Fuck.

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