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accident.”
He stood and gently tugged her to her feet. His hands pushed her ponytail out of the way and he ever so carefully touched the side of her head. “That's going to hurt.”
“Already does.” When he frowned down at her, she gave him a reassuring look. “But it isn't serious. Not even a slight concussion, really. I've been concussed before and I know how it felt.”
That didn't reassure him as much as she'd hoped it would. His eyes still mirrored worry. “You're done for the day, honey. If there are riding lessons to be taught later, your ranch hands can do it.”
She stiffened. “I'm in charge here. I'm the guest ranch manager. I—”
“I'm your husband. And I said you're done for the day.” Anger simmered in his gaze. “Now if you don't want me to cart you into town to see a doctor—which I really should do, you'll give yourself at least today to recover.”
“I'm fine,” she countered. She hated being told what to do, even if it made sense. He didn't need to know that she felt ready to collapse, dizzy. She wasn't nauseous, so she'd be all right.
They stood glowering at each other until finally he blew out a heavy breath. “You're not fine. I can already see the lump swelling on the side of your head. You're swaying.”
She tried to stand straighter, still.
He shook his head and before she could stop him, he scooped her up in much the same way he had at the bar in Maui. “Am I forever to be forced to carry you around?” He sounded more teasing than annoyed now, his voice husky while he easily held her.
A part of her wanted to sigh in contentment and enjoy being held in his arms. But the independent part of her didn't cave so easily. She squirmed. “I'm perfectly capable of walking. Put. Me. Down.”
The stubborn devil chuckled. “Not happening, babe.” Even though he grimaced with the added weight in his arms and pressing down on his tender feet, he started across the arena.
Her stomach tightened and it was as if she felt his pain. He suffered because of her. “You can't do this. Your feet….”
He only moved faster. “I'm doing this.”
She remained silent until they reached the porch. Pain etched his face and sweat beaded his brow and upper lip. She glanced behind them and saw the bloody footprints. One of his feet must have been cut on a sharp rock. “Put me down,” she said gently but firmly. “I'm okay now. You aren't.”
He finally gave in and set her on her feet, but held her to him. “Don't scare me like that again.”
“But you play the white knight role so well.” She gave him a teasing smile and went up on tiptoe to kiss him.
An hour later Erik stretched out beside Mandy on the big rumpled bed. One kiss had led to another and then onto the inevitable ripping at each other's clothes. They had managed to steal a few minutes for cleaning off the nasty gash on his foot and bandaging it. He'd cleaned off the dirt from her head bump and examined it, too. He'd wanted to put ice on it, but she'd been too impatient. Fact was, he'd been pretty ready as well.
“I may not survive this marriage. You're awfully demanding of a man.” He grinned up at the ceiling, thinking about how she'd slid to her knees in the bathroom after they'd dealt with each other's injuries. He'd stood next to the counter and she'd taken him into her hot mouth. He should have refused, should have insisted on putting her to bed right then. But it had been impossible to think with what she'd been doing. Clearly he was darn easy.
She lay limply beside him and he turned to note the pleased smile on her face. “You're pretty demanding yourself, Stud Boy.”
He shifted to his side, reaching over to cup one breast and thumb the nipple. “Stud Boy, I like that.” She was tired and he saw the pain lines bracketing her mouth. Still, he couldn't keep from leaning over and swirling his tongue around the aroused nipple. She sucked in a breath and arched upward.
“Don't you have work to do?” she
He stood and gently tugged her to her feet. His hands pushed her ponytail out of the way and he ever so carefully touched the side of her head. “That's going to hurt.”
“Already does.” When he frowned down at her, she gave him a reassuring look. “But it isn't serious. Not even a slight concussion, really. I've been concussed before and I know how it felt.”
That didn't reassure him as much as she'd hoped it would. His eyes still mirrored worry. “You're done for the day, honey. If there are riding lessons to be taught later, your ranch hands can do it.”
She stiffened. “I'm in charge here. I'm the guest ranch manager. I—”
“I'm your husband. And I said you're done for the day.” Anger simmered in his gaze. “Now if you don't want me to cart you into town to see a doctor—which I really should do, you'll give yourself at least today to recover.”
“I'm fine,” she countered. She hated being told what to do, even if it made sense. He didn't need to know that she felt ready to collapse, dizzy. She wasn't nauseous, so she'd be all right.
They stood glowering at each other until finally he blew out a heavy breath. “You're not fine. I can already see the lump swelling on the side of your head. You're swaying.”
She tried to stand straighter, still.
He shook his head and before she could stop him, he scooped her up in much the same way he had at the bar in Maui. “Am I forever to be forced to carry you around?” He sounded more teasing than annoyed now, his voice husky while he easily held her.
A part of her wanted to sigh in contentment and enjoy being held in his arms. But the independent part of her didn't cave so easily. She squirmed. “I'm perfectly capable of walking. Put. Me. Down.”
The stubborn devil chuckled. “Not happening, babe.” Even though he grimaced with the added weight in his arms and pressing down on his tender feet, he started across the arena.
Her stomach tightened and it was as if she felt his pain. He suffered because of her. “You can't do this. Your feet….”
He only moved faster. “I'm doing this.”
She remained silent until they reached the porch. Pain etched his face and sweat beaded his brow and upper lip. She glanced behind them and saw the bloody footprints. One of his feet must have been cut on a sharp rock. “Put me down,” she said gently but firmly. “I'm okay now. You aren't.”
He finally gave in and set her on her feet, but held her to him. “Don't scare me like that again.”
“But you play the white knight role so well.” She gave him a teasing smile and went up on tiptoe to kiss him.
An hour later Erik stretched out beside Mandy on the big rumpled bed. One kiss had led to another and then onto the inevitable ripping at each other's clothes. They had managed to steal a few minutes for cleaning off the nasty gash on his foot and bandaging it. He'd cleaned off the dirt from her head bump and examined it, too. He'd wanted to put ice on it, but she'd been too impatient. Fact was, he'd been pretty ready as well.
“I may not survive this marriage. You're awfully demanding of a man.” He grinned up at the ceiling, thinking about how she'd slid to her knees in the bathroom after they'd dealt with each other's injuries. He'd stood next to the counter and she'd taken him into her hot mouth. He should have refused, should have insisted on putting her to bed right then. But it had been impossible to think with what she'd been doing. Clearly he was darn easy.
She lay limply beside him and he turned to note the pleased smile on her face. “You're pretty demanding yourself, Stud Boy.”
He shifted to his side, reaching over to cup one breast and thumb the nipple. “Stud Boy, I like that.” She was tired and he saw the pain lines bracketing her mouth. Still, he couldn't keep from leaning over and swirling his tongue around the aroused nipple. She sucked in a breath and arched upward.
“Don't you have work to do?” she
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