Page 53 of Take My Love
I find one with the ranch logo on it and bring it to her. “Can you lift your arms so I can pull off your dress?”
She manages to hold up her arms and I have to yank part of her dress out from underneath her ass before pulling it aboveher head. As soon as I have it off her, my eyes are drawn to her lacy bra and panties.
I shouldn’t be looking.
Quickly, I grab the T-shirt and put it over her body, then tell her to push her arms through.
“Okay, lie down.” I fluff her pillow before her head hits it. Then I yank up her sheets and comforter. “I’m gonna grab some water and a bucket in case you can’t make it to the bathroom.”
When I return, she’s moved into a fetal position but she’s shivering.
“Posey, you okay?”
“I’m freezin’.”
“Do you have extra blankets?”
“In my closet.”
I remove her comforter before adding one of the extras, then put hers in the dryer so it can heat up the way she likes.
While I wait for it, I find some pain meds that she’ll probably need when she wakes up and a protein bar in case she gets hungry.
Bringing back her comforter, I place it on top and tuck her in the best I can.
“How’s that?”
She moans quietly with a nod. “So much better.”
I brush a few strands off her forehead, studying her gorgeous features.
“Your phone’s on the nightstand, so you can text me if you need anythin’, okay?”
“Mmkay. Thank you.”
Her quiet words are barely above a whisper but I smile at hearing them.
Sleepy drunk Posey is sweet.
But I can’t deny I like her snarky side too.
Leaning down, I kiss the top of her head. “Good night, Posey.”
“Silas, wait…” she mutters before I can leave.
“Yeah?”
“What’d you think of Jackson?” she asks, her eyes barely open and her words slow and muffled.
“Uh…I don’t really know anythin’ about him.” Besides his age and how much she likes his muscles. “Why?”
“He’ll probably break up with me too.”
I sit on the edge of the bed without touching her. “Why do you say that?”
“’Cause they all do.” She rolls onto her side, inching closer. “They get sick of how long it takes me to finish.”
My brows fly to my hairline and I blink. “Whaddya mean?”
