Page 76 of Mob Princess

“Kiss.”

The fight goes out of her, and she presses her lips to mine. I probably should have brushed my teeth first.

Clearly, my thoughts aren’t entirely focused coming out of the anesthesia. But nothing feels better than having her pressed against me, her mouth opening to welcome me into it. It’s only when she shifts a couple times I realize the moveable bedrail must be cutting her in half. I let go and pull back, but she clutches my hospital gown and keeps me from ending the kiss. It’s only a few seconds more, but it makes me feel superhuman.

“I shouldn’t want to fuck a man who was unconscious five minutes ago.”

I laugh, but the pain in my side shoots into my chest and down my hip. Fucking hell. What hit me? A fucking cannonball?

“I’m awake now. If you’re in the mood…” I waggle my eyebrows at her.

“It’s nice to see you in such good spirits. The meds must be working.”

“If they are, I hate thinking what it would be like without them.”

“Are you in pain?” She pulls away and looks toward the door.

“I’m uncomfortable, but I’ll survive. You don’t look injured. Did you get hurt?”

“No. You protected me.”

“Always, little one.” I’ve never meant three words more in my life.

She lowers the bedrail and kisses me again.

“I thought you were going to die protecting me, Sean. There was so much blood.”

“But I didn’t.”

“Thank God. They had to remove your spleen. The bullet didn’t hit your lung, so you’re incredibly lucky. The doctor said she’ll probably discharge you in a day or two, but it’ll be a few weeks before you’re back to your old self.”

We’ll see about that.

“I’m serious, Sean. A few weeks at least. Whatever you’re thinking about can wait, or you can let someone else deal with it. You need to rest.”

“Will you play doctor with me once we’re home?”

Home? Do I mean New York? Boston? It seems natural to think of us being together somewhere, but I have no clue where that is.

“Only if my patient listens to me.”

“I’ll listen to you moan.” I tug at the front of her dress and peer down it again. I groan.

Her hand brushes over my cock. She adds a little pressure, and I’m ready to maul her. But she stands up and pulls her arm away.

“Behave, and I might kiss it better.”

“I’ll be the best patient ever.”

I hold my good arm out to her again. She perches on the edge, careful of my wires and tubes. I run my hand up her leg from calf to thigh. Then I move to her wrist and slide my hand as far as I can reach, which is just above her elbow.

“You look okay, cailín. Are you really all right? Did I hurt you when I landed on you?”

She hesitates, and I try to sit up. Fuck.

“Shh. Stay still. I have a couple of bruises, but I’m alive. You almost?—”

She swallows, and I can tell the dam is at bursting. I grimace as I push myself over to make room for her beside me. I pat the mattress. She shakes her head. I hook my finger in the top of her dress and tug.

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