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I’d even believe he loved me back.

Chapter twenty-nine

Zev

Isla sifted her fingers through my hair, twirling around the ends before diving back down to slide over my scalp. I groaned, pressing my face into her lap and nearly going catatonic with pleasure. We were on the hotel bed with Isla propped up in a sitting position against the headboard and me sprawled on the mattress with my head in her lap. I wanted to hug her hips, but my left shoulder had to stay immobile, and the right arm remained trapped under my body. I kissed her bare thigh instead. “Never stop doing that.”

Her belly shook as she laughed silently. “So, I can drop out of school, and you’ll pay me to do this full-time?”

“Hell yes,” I sighed. A Regency romance movie on the TV continued playing, but I barely heard it. Touching Isla was making me hard again, and I’d already been tortured for four days by her soothing touches and warm kisses. Being closed up with her in a hotel for four days but not being able to fuck her senseless was going to make me a madman.

I’d taken her to the nearest, halfway decent hotel I could think of after I’d managed to stop kissing her outside the hospital. After that, I had kept her in bed with pleading eyes and overly dramatic assertions that I needed her in bed with me while I healed. The truth was, I was completely fine. But I’d nearly had a stroke when I’d seen the state of her in the ER lobby, and it had taken all my self-control to not pick her up and carry her right back into the hospital bed I’d emptied moments before.

Logic had won out, thankfully. I knew she could get through a flare-up if she had rest, food, and fluids. So, that’s what we did. It just so happened that the same thing I needed to recover from getting flattened by an idiot behind an electric sedan was the same thing Isla needed in order to recover from her panic-induced symptoms; rest and time. And maybe a lot of kissing and cuddling.

If only I could add filthy, almost-virgin debauchery to that list. I’d barely managed to steal her virtue before I’d been forced away from her, and it was a fucking crime, in my opinion. The problem was, my shoulder had to stay bound to my side, and my ribs along my left side were so beat to shit, I could only lie on my right side without being in debilitating pain. On top of those obnoxious barriers that I would have happily ignored to explore Isla’s delightful body, my lovely fainting goat did need time.

She’d gotten her color back after two days of consistent fluids and food, but she had passed out three times yesterday alone. Amos had changed her blood pressure medication again, ordering a new prescription that I had picked up last night, but she needed time to adjust. Blowing out a calming breath, I nuzzled the crease between her legs. “Are you drinking?”

“I wish,” she joked.

“Isla,” I grumbled, rolling a look up to her.

She smiled down at me and lifted a styrofoam cup full of ice and a banana strawberry electrolyte drink. “I’m good, Zev. I feel fine.”

She did look better. The circles under her eyes had faded, and her lips weren’t cracked and dry anymore. Not that the state of her lips would have stopped me from kissing her. I’d devour Isla any way she’d let me. “Okay, just making sure. I don’t want you to get distracted by Mr. Darcy’s smooth moves.”

She laughed again, setting her cup on the bedside table. Our bed was a mess, with extra pillows piled up behind her to prop her up and a few more around me for my throbbing arm to rest on. We were both kind of wrecks, but I was just grateful we were together.

Isla scrubbed my scalp with her fingers again, and my eyes rolled back in my head with satisfaction. “Do you need pain meds?” she asked.

“No,” I mumbled sleepily. “Plus, I’m not moving. You can’t make me.”

“You’re roughly the size of a rhino, Zev. I couldn’t make you move anywhere.”

I grinned, and the fingers in my sling twitched, longing to reach over and stroke her soft skin. “Good thing. Someone needs to pin you down now and then.”

She jumped, legs tensing under my cheek and her fingers stalling in my hair. She gripped my hair by the roots. “You’re a lot of talk, Mr. Brady, you know that?”

I lifted my head, ignoring the twinge of pain in my ribs when I did. I captured her hazel eyes with mine which had warmed so much, they fairly simmered. “I can do more than talk with my mouth, Kid.”

She squirmed. “I might need a demonstration.”

I grinned wolfishly and sat up all the way, all thoughts of taking a nap on her body completely abandoned in favor of tasting it instead. Using my good arm, I circled her waist and hauled her up against me. She squeaked, but her smile sent my heart tapping away in my chest with a happy tempo, and I settled her on my lap so she straddled me on the bed. I nuzzled the side of her nose with mine. “Demonstration, huh? You need more lessons?”

“A lot more,” she whispered breathlessly. Her pink tongue darted out, licking her lips before she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. I almost keeled over from cuteness overdose.

“Alright. Lesson one.” I nipped her bottom lip gently. “You own me. What you want, you get. So, Isla,” I continued, kissing her jawline with a feather-soft touch, “what do you want?”

“Uhm,” she wisped out, her body melting into mine like warm fondant. “I… was wondering about something.”

“Mhm?” I asked, distracted by the smell of strawberries on her skin and how unbelievably soft she felt under my lips as I worked down her throat.

“When we first met, you made that joke about my apartment number,” she said, hesitation pulling at her voice.

I halted. A slow smile lifted my lips against her throat. “That is a filthy suggestion, crazy goat.”

“Uh, I mean if you—” she faltered, going tense in my lap.

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