Page 68 of Hot Damn
Conflicting emotions war inside me.
Arousal, because she’s sexy as fuck lying there in underwear that hides nothing.
Fear, because the bruising is bad and I worry there’s internal damage.
Anger, because I want to choke the life out of Kenneth Dupre for ever putting a hand on her.
Fuck that. I want to strangle the motherfucker for daring to breathe in her presence.
“Beckett.”
Her voice has my eyes darting to her face where they’re captured by her glittery dark sapphire gaze.
“I’m okay. It looks bad, I know that, but it’s not as bad as it seems.”
“I…” My throat works through the emotion clogging it. “It’s looks so bad. And I think it’s gotten worse in the last few minutes.”
“Probably.” Her smile is small and the corners of her lips tremble with pain and exhaustion. “I expect it’ll be worse tomorrow.”
“I think you should see someone in the morning just to be sure there’s no internal damage.”
“I think that’s overkill but if I’m in as much pain as I am tonight, I’ll go just to get some heavy duty pain meds.”
“Fuck!” Spinning around, I yank open the top drawer of my vanity. “Where are they?” I mutter as I frantically search through the mess but I don’t see the little bottle of pain meds I usually keep in the bathroom.
It’s then I remember using the last two a few days ago when I forgot to hydrate well enough during training and came home with a headache.
“I need to go downstairs to get the pain killers.”
“Help me out first. I’ll dry off while you get them.”
The water behind me splashes and when I turn around it’s to find Cami on her feet. “Shit. Don’t move. What if you slip?”
The laugh she lets loose sounds brittle with weariness and I can see her eyelids are droopy.
Snatching up a towel, I sling it around her shoulders before carefully palming her waist and lifting her out of the tub. “You okay to stand now?”
“Yes. The hot water helped. A lot.”
“I’ll grab a shirt then get the meds.”
“Okay.”
Leaving the bathroom again delivers a tug to return I’m getting used to. Cami Nelson may have started out as a woman I didn’t want anything to do with but since the day we met she’s slowly wormed her way under my skin.
The question is, how deep has she gotten?
Cami
Amoan slips up my throat as I roll over and press into the heat next to me. I vaguely recognize the scent filling my nose but I’m too tired to figure out what it is.
Besides, the heat does wonders for the ache in my hip.
There’s a whispered sshh… and I’m pulled in closer to the heat source. The smile on my face follows me back to sleep.
Acry bursts from my throat as pain lances through my pelvis and down my leg.
“Fuck! Sorry.” Strong hands move me around and settle me on my other side. “That better?”
