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bed. Like she was meant to be all stretched out next to him at every sunset, and sleeping peacefully next to him at every sunrise. Like she was meant to be the last incredible thing that he saw at night, and the first perfect thing that he saw every day.
Like she was meant to be his.
He’d just finished having this totally bizarre and impractical thought, when she started to shake again, worse this time. He shot to his feet, then fell to his knees next to the bed. He reached out to touch her, and she was cold. Like, freezing cold. So cold that he was more worried now than he’d been when she’d been burning up like a furnace.
Quickly, he gave her the shot of antibiotics, wrapped her in the blankets more tightly, then stoked the fire until it was roaring high and hot. He grabbed the extra blankets that he’d taken from the linen closet, piled them on top of her. But it was no good this time, and he knew it. Her shaking was making the whole damn bed rattle, and her teeth were chattering so hard that he worried about her breaking them.
Goddammit.
Nothing beat body heat, and the most effective way to distribute it was skin-to-skin. He hesitated for a few seconds, then peeled off his t-shirt and jeans. He lifted the mound of covers, slid in next to her. She shuddered and rolled away, moved away from him automatically, but he hauled her up against him, his front pressed to her shaking back.
“Shay,” he said roughly as he caged her in his strong arms. “C’mere, honey.”
“Unnnhhhh,” she muttered, twisting in his embrace to face him, her eyes still shut. “What –”
“Shhhhh.” He pushed some blonde tendrils away from her pale cheeks, tucked them behind her ears. “Hush now, baby. I’ve got you, and you’re OK.”
“Cold,” she whispered against his throat. “So cold .”
“I know.” His grip tightened. “Just stay here, and you’ll warm up.”
Her hands came up to grasp his large upper arms, held on. Warren closed his eyes, lowered his lips to her forehead, dying to kiss her. He’d kiss her over and over, harder and deeper, until she heated up under his hands and lips. Until she was writhing and begging for more: more naked skin, more pleasure, more passion. More of him.
As his cock started to stir, he gave both it and himself a stern talking to. Just what the hell was wrong with him, anyway? Why was he going to mush over a woman that he’d heard speak exactly twenty words, and approximately half of those were while out of her mind with fever? Is this what happened when he didn’t have sex for over three years? He started lusting after the first cute female that he saw in her underwear, even one who was seriously ill?
Jesus Christ, now there was a depressing thought.
He had to be a better man than this. He had to be better for Shay.
He took command of himself now, to hell with his straining cock and dirty fantasies. He breathed deeply, tucked her head under his chin. Her body trembled against his, and he turned all his attention to her, to what she needed.
Warmth, softness, safety.
He could do all of that for her, give her all of that. Hell, yeah, he could.
Warren shut his eyes, and just held on to her. Held on until they both tumbled in to sleep.
**
The first thing that Shay felt was warmth. It surrounded her, a soft cocoon of blue summer sky. Like a pillow made of lazy sunbeams. She wondered when was the last time that she’d ever felt so safe and comfortable.
She opened her eyes. For almost a full minute, she just blinked and stared, totally unable to process what she was looking at.
The warmth was a man in bed with her, a man holding her snug against his chest. Oddly, it was a huge, muscular man. Most oddly of all, it was the huge, muscular man that she’d smashed with a frying pan on her way out the door as she escaped him.
That was when the penny dropped, and all hell broke loose.
With a cry of shock and horror, she sat straight up, fighting to extricate herself from his
Like she was meant to be his.
He’d just finished having this totally bizarre and impractical thought, when she started to shake again, worse this time. He shot to his feet, then fell to his knees next to the bed. He reached out to touch her, and she was cold. Like, freezing cold. So cold that he was more worried now than he’d been when she’d been burning up like a furnace.
Quickly, he gave her the shot of antibiotics, wrapped her in the blankets more tightly, then stoked the fire until it was roaring high and hot. He grabbed the extra blankets that he’d taken from the linen closet, piled them on top of her. But it was no good this time, and he knew it. Her shaking was making the whole damn bed rattle, and her teeth were chattering so hard that he worried about her breaking them.
Goddammit.
Nothing beat body heat, and the most effective way to distribute it was skin-to-skin. He hesitated for a few seconds, then peeled off his t-shirt and jeans. He lifted the mound of covers, slid in next to her. She shuddered and rolled away, moved away from him automatically, but he hauled her up against him, his front pressed to her shaking back.
“Shay,” he said roughly as he caged her in his strong arms. “C’mere, honey.”
“Unnnhhhh,” she muttered, twisting in his embrace to face him, her eyes still shut. “What –”
“Shhhhh.” He pushed some blonde tendrils away from her pale cheeks, tucked them behind her ears. “Hush now, baby. I’ve got you, and you’re OK.”
“Cold,” she whispered against his throat. “So cold .”
“I know.” His grip tightened. “Just stay here, and you’ll warm up.”
Her hands came up to grasp his large upper arms, held on. Warren closed his eyes, lowered his lips to her forehead, dying to kiss her. He’d kiss her over and over, harder and deeper, until she heated up under his hands and lips. Until she was writhing and begging for more: more naked skin, more pleasure, more passion. More of him.
As his cock started to stir, he gave both it and himself a stern talking to. Just what the hell was wrong with him, anyway? Why was he going to mush over a woman that he’d heard speak exactly twenty words, and approximately half of those were while out of her mind with fever? Is this what happened when he didn’t have sex for over three years? He started lusting after the first cute female that he saw in her underwear, even one who was seriously ill?
Jesus Christ, now there was a depressing thought.
He had to be a better man than this. He had to be better for Shay.
He took command of himself now, to hell with his straining cock and dirty fantasies. He breathed deeply, tucked her head under his chin. Her body trembled against his, and he turned all his attention to her, to what she needed.
Warmth, softness, safety.
He could do all of that for her, give her all of that. Hell, yeah, he could.
Warren shut his eyes, and just held on to her. Held on until they both tumbled in to sleep.
**
The first thing that Shay felt was warmth. It surrounded her, a soft cocoon of blue summer sky. Like a pillow made of lazy sunbeams. She wondered when was the last time that she’d ever felt so safe and comfortable.
She opened her eyes. For almost a full minute, she just blinked and stared, totally unable to process what she was looking at.
The warmth was a man in bed with her, a man holding her snug against his chest. Oddly, it was a huge, muscular man. Most oddly of all, it was the huge, muscular man that she’d smashed with a frying pan on her way out the door as she escaped him.
That was when the penny dropped, and all hell broke loose.
With a cry of shock and horror, she sat straight up, fighting to extricate herself from his
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