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made her head ache worse. “Any idea who shot at us?”
He hesitated. Not long, but it grabbed her attention. “I dragged you into the bushes and hauled ass back here, but they took more than the one shot.”
Another evasion. “Did you call the cops?”
“I was more concerned with…your first aid.”
She appreciated the sentiment, and almost argued with his logic considering the very real possibility one or both of them could’ve been killed. She couldn’t risk breaking her cover. Instead, she would go to Breck with the snippets of what she’d seen in her mind. He would decide where to go next.
She was thinking the time had come to tell H what they knew. Maybe then he would accept help.
“What kind of first aid did you perform?”
“The kind involving mopping up copious amounts of blood from your head.” He cocked his head and studied her head. “We should get some ice on you.”
“I’m fine.”
“Been dizzy?”
“Some.”
“And you were unconscious for almost fifteen minutes.” He grabbed her shoulders and shifted, pushing her to the mattress beside him. “Lay down.”
Why waste words when he’d already forced her down?
He grabbed one of the ice-filled towels she’d brought in and moved it toward her head.
She moved away, raising a hand to block him. The steady pulse in her temple combined with the pressure of the mattress against the back of her head shot fire-hot agony lancing through her skull. Her hair, even her teeth, wept.
“No. Please no.” She would not be able to stand his touch or the pressure of the ice.
“The swelling needs to come down.” He moved the ice closer.
“No.” She’d wanted to kill him when he’d dumped her shot. If he touched her…
“You probably have a concussion, so I’m giving you two options.”
He leaned over her and had her wondering when he’d turned around to face her. Shit. If she was losing time again so soon, she had more than a concussion. “What?”
“Play this my way, or go to the hospital and have them poke and prod.” His gaze bored into hers hypnotically. “Trust me, my way is easier. And less agonizing.”
She should resist. She wasn’t sure she could resist. Or that she wanted to resist.
H leaned closer and brushed his lips against hers. Firm and warm and enticingly he kissed her. Aroused her desires.
Tender.
Empathetic.
The silvery web from before slipped down and cocooned Ava. Lacking the strength to struggle, she sighed and sank deeper into the cushion.
He shifted and stretched out beside her. He traced invisible patterns over her body, his fingers rubbing against her skin as soft as an evening breeze. Too numb to move her limbs, she returned his kiss.
H’s body moving over her, hard and solid, lulled her. Filled her with bliss.
They didn’t hurry. He didn’t grab at her or attempt to move to the next level of intimacy. She was content with his touch. His caress.
The heat in her head cooled.
Her pain eased to a mild discomfort.
Whatever magic this man possessed, she wanted more despite professional, and personal, hazards.
He used their attraction, the intensity of the chemistry he’d discovered during their swim, to sidetrack her mind. Little by little he soothed her pain, drew the worst of it into himself.
She beckoned him like a murderous siren. The smell of the sea on her gardenia- and eucalyptus-scented skin teased him. Reminded him of the oasis he sought on the nearby beach. He’d gone farther than he’d intended and the intrusion had ended in a virtual mind rape. He could only hope this moment, this genuine and physical connection could ease the sting of any memories lurking in her brain.
He wasn’t sure it would help him.
It didn’t make sense and it wasn’t entirely welcome, but he cared for her. She intrigued him. Tugged at him. Awakened something within him.
He moved his mouth over hers and sent a mental salve to her wound. He invited her to
He hesitated. Not long, but it grabbed her attention. “I dragged you into the bushes and hauled ass back here, but they took more than the one shot.”
Another evasion. “Did you call the cops?”
“I was more concerned with…your first aid.”
She appreciated the sentiment, and almost argued with his logic considering the very real possibility one or both of them could’ve been killed. She couldn’t risk breaking her cover. Instead, she would go to Breck with the snippets of what she’d seen in her mind. He would decide where to go next.
She was thinking the time had come to tell H what they knew. Maybe then he would accept help.
“What kind of first aid did you perform?”
“The kind involving mopping up copious amounts of blood from your head.” He cocked his head and studied her head. “We should get some ice on you.”
“I’m fine.”
“Been dizzy?”
“Some.”
“And you were unconscious for almost fifteen minutes.” He grabbed her shoulders and shifted, pushing her to the mattress beside him. “Lay down.”
Why waste words when he’d already forced her down?
He grabbed one of the ice-filled towels she’d brought in and moved it toward her head.
She moved away, raising a hand to block him. The steady pulse in her temple combined with the pressure of the mattress against the back of her head shot fire-hot agony lancing through her skull. Her hair, even her teeth, wept.
“No. Please no.” She would not be able to stand his touch or the pressure of the ice.
“The swelling needs to come down.” He moved the ice closer.
“No.” She’d wanted to kill him when he’d dumped her shot. If he touched her…
“You probably have a concussion, so I’m giving you two options.”
He leaned over her and had her wondering when he’d turned around to face her. Shit. If she was losing time again so soon, she had more than a concussion. “What?”
“Play this my way, or go to the hospital and have them poke and prod.” His gaze bored into hers hypnotically. “Trust me, my way is easier. And less agonizing.”
She should resist. She wasn’t sure she could resist. Or that she wanted to resist.
H leaned closer and brushed his lips against hers. Firm and warm and enticingly he kissed her. Aroused her desires.
Tender.
Empathetic.
The silvery web from before slipped down and cocooned Ava. Lacking the strength to struggle, she sighed and sank deeper into the cushion.
He shifted and stretched out beside her. He traced invisible patterns over her body, his fingers rubbing against her skin as soft as an evening breeze. Too numb to move her limbs, she returned his kiss.
H’s body moving over her, hard and solid, lulled her. Filled her with bliss.
They didn’t hurry. He didn’t grab at her or attempt to move to the next level of intimacy. She was content with his touch. His caress.
The heat in her head cooled.
Her pain eased to a mild discomfort.
Whatever magic this man possessed, she wanted more despite professional, and personal, hazards.
He used their attraction, the intensity of the chemistry he’d discovered during their swim, to sidetrack her mind. Little by little he soothed her pain, drew the worst of it into himself.
She beckoned him like a murderous siren. The smell of the sea on her gardenia- and eucalyptus-scented skin teased him. Reminded him of the oasis he sought on the nearby beach. He’d gone farther than he’d intended and the intrusion had ended in a virtual mind rape. He could only hope this moment, this genuine and physical connection could ease the sting of any memories lurking in her brain.
He wasn’t sure it would help him.
It didn’t make sense and it wasn’t entirely welcome, but he cared for her. She intrigued him. Tugged at him. Awakened something within him.
He moved his mouth over hers and sent a mental salve to her wound. He invited her to
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