said.
Her eyebrows went up. “So you are going to make love to me?”
He slid the zipper down the back of the dress. He wasn’t desperate enough to fuck a sick woman. “No, I’m putting you in clothes you don’t mind throwing up on.”
He got the dress and her bra off of her. She stood there naked, in his bathroom, as if she did it every day. He did know every inch of her, but he still admired her curvy ass and sexy back. He wanted to kiss down it, and he would when she was healthier.
“Stay here.”
“Okay,” she said, sounding like a petulant child.
That made him chuckle also. He usually had someone else to deal with this, but he figured Riley was his responsibility tonight.
He returned to the bathroom with a t-shirt and some sweatpants that might fit her. She donned them, and then her face went white. She bent over the toilet, and he gathered her hair in his fist. As expected, Riley emptied the contents of her stomach.
She sat back on her heels and groaned. Dirk wiped her face with a warm washcloth.
She smiled at him. “Thank you.”
“You’re probably not done.”
“I hope I’m done.” She threw up again. He wiped her face again.
“Finished?”
She sat on her butt. “I think I am. Damn.”
He handed her a glass with some mouthwash in it. “Rinse. Don’t drink anything for a while.”
She did as he suggested, then let out a sigh. “Now I’m tired.”
“You feel better?”
“Oddly, yes. My stomach’s a little fluttery, but I don’t think I’m going to barf again.”
He held out his hand. She took it, and he loved the little tingle her touch gave him. It scared him, but he liked it just the same. No woman had ever done that to him. He might be taking a risk spending time with Riley, but he didn’t want to miss a minute of her.
For as long as he could. She’d be gone when the job was done, and that would probably be best. So he’d have her as close to him as possible until she found the culprit of his leak.
He walked her to his bed. He hadn’t gotten a chance to change. “You get comfortable. Let me strip down and I’ll join you.”
She slid under the covers, looking exhausted. “I’m cold.”
He took off his clothes, folding them neatly on his dresser. He joined her under the covers, wrapping himself around her. “Now, sleep. We’ll have fun in the morning.”
She nestled closer to him, and he had to admit he liked this. How domestic of him. He wasn’t a snuggler. He had sex and they left. He took care of their needs in bed, but when he was done, he sent them home.
Riley would stay the night. She might even stay tomorrow night, and the prospect equally thrilled him and scared him.
Chapter Eight
Riley woke up with her head throbbing a little and a man’s arm flung over her. One of those sensations was nice. One was not, but she’d put up with the pain to bask in the feeling of safety the man’s arm over her provided.
She never would have guessed that she would like that. With Dirk’s manly, warm body pressed against her, nothing bad could happen. Having grown up an only child, she was fiercely independent. With her parents gone, she was alone in the world, and that was okay.
But at this moment in time, at this place in time, she felt safe and liked it. That both thrilled and scared her. She should get up. She should put her clothes on, but instead she stayed perfectly still, not wanting to disturb Dirk or this moment.
It could be the most perfect moment that she never knew she wanted. She sighed, then held her breath. She hadn’t wanted to make any noise.
Dirk slid closer to her. “Good morning, sunshine. How are you feeling?”
He snuggled her closer to him. Closer to his erection. Closer to that hard, warm man-body. In that moment, she realized why people married. They wanted this every morning. They wanted to begin their day with this.
It had a certain appeal. Too bad this scenario was only temporary.
“A small
Her eyebrows went up. “So you are going to make love to me?”
He slid the zipper down the back of the dress. He wasn’t desperate enough to fuck a sick woman. “No, I’m putting you in clothes you don’t mind throwing up on.”
He got the dress and her bra off of her. She stood there naked, in his bathroom, as if she did it every day. He did know every inch of her, but he still admired her curvy ass and sexy back. He wanted to kiss down it, and he would when she was healthier.
“Stay here.”
“Okay,” she said, sounding like a petulant child.
That made him chuckle also. He usually had someone else to deal with this, but he figured Riley was his responsibility tonight.
He returned to the bathroom with a t-shirt and some sweatpants that might fit her. She donned them, and then her face went white. She bent over the toilet, and he gathered her hair in his fist. As expected, Riley emptied the contents of her stomach.
She sat back on her heels and groaned. Dirk wiped her face with a warm washcloth.
She smiled at him. “Thank you.”
“You’re probably not done.”
“I hope I’m done.” She threw up again. He wiped her face again.
“Finished?”
She sat on her butt. “I think I am. Damn.”
He handed her a glass with some mouthwash in it. “Rinse. Don’t drink anything for a while.”
She did as he suggested, then let out a sigh. “Now I’m tired.”
“You feel better?”
“Oddly, yes. My stomach’s a little fluttery, but I don’t think I’m going to barf again.”
He held out his hand. She took it, and he loved the little tingle her touch gave him. It scared him, but he liked it just the same. No woman had ever done that to him. He might be taking a risk spending time with Riley, but he didn’t want to miss a minute of her.
For as long as he could. She’d be gone when the job was done, and that would probably be best. So he’d have her as close to him as possible until she found the culprit of his leak.
He walked her to his bed. He hadn’t gotten a chance to change. “You get comfortable. Let me strip down and I’ll join you.”
She slid under the covers, looking exhausted. “I’m cold.”
He took off his clothes, folding them neatly on his dresser. He joined her under the covers, wrapping himself around her. “Now, sleep. We’ll have fun in the morning.”
She nestled closer to him, and he had to admit he liked this. How domestic of him. He wasn’t a snuggler. He had sex and they left. He took care of their needs in bed, but when he was done, he sent them home.
Riley would stay the night. She might even stay tomorrow night, and the prospect equally thrilled him and scared him.
Chapter Eight
Riley woke up with her head throbbing a little and a man’s arm flung over her. One of those sensations was nice. One was not, but she’d put up with the pain to bask in the feeling of safety the man’s arm over her provided.
She never would have guessed that she would like that. With Dirk’s manly, warm body pressed against her, nothing bad could happen. Having grown up an only child, she was fiercely independent. With her parents gone, she was alone in the world, and that was okay.
But at this moment in time, at this place in time, she felt safe and liked it. That both thrilled and scared her. She should get up. She should put her clothes on, but instead she stayed perfectly still, not wanting to disturb Dirk or this moment.
It could be the most perfect moment that she never knew she wanted. She sighed, then held her breath. She hadn’t wanted to make any noise.
Dirk slid closer to her. “Good morning, sunshine. How are you feeling?”
He snuggled her closer to him. Closer to his erection. Closer to that hard, warm man-body. In that moment, she realized why people married. They wanted this every morning. They wanted to begin their day with this.
It had a certain appeal. Too bad this scenario was only temporary.
“A small
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