Page 30 of Harvey

“No.” Silas shook his head hastily. “I meant- you are upset and have been avoiding us – her- “Closing his eyes briefly, he offered a sheepish smile. “I am afraid I have rather put my foot into my mouth.”

“You spoke facts. I have been avoiding the lot of you.”

“Because of me,” Silas murmured, sipping his drink.

“Precisely.”

“I am not going to apologize again.”

“Good, because it will not be accepted.” Tossing back the drink, he went to put his glass away. “I am turning in.”

“Are we okay?”

“Not by a long shot, but I no longer have the urge to crush your skull.”

“That’s something, I guess.” Finishing his drink, he rose and put away the glass. “Call me if you need anything.”

Harvey nodded and watched him leave. When the door closed, he undressed and went into the bathroom. The sight of the pills on the marble counter had him hesitating a minute before stepping into the shower.

Ducking his head under the shower, he lathered up, rubbing the suds into his aching muscles before letting the water wash them away. The combination of the arduous work he did today and the drink was taking its toll, and he could feel the weariness descending over him.

Turning the water off, he stepped out and grabbed two towels. Drying himself off, he tossed them near the hamper before padding into his room to put on sweats and a t-shirt. He was about to slide into bed when he changed directions.

Pushing the door open, he strode into her room. At first, he thought she was sleeping until he noticed the restless movements of her head on the pillows. Hissing out a breath, he hurried towards the bed and sat on the side of it.’

“Kendra?”

Her eyes flew open at the sound of his voice.

“It’s taking a while to work.”

“I think there is something I should try.” Climbing in, he slid his arm under her head and brought it to his shoulder. “A massage.” Without waiting for her response, he used his thumbs to soothe her temples in a slow, rhythmic motion.

Kendra whimpered slightly and, to her surprise, found that the movements of his thumbs against her skin were having an almost hypnotic effect on her. With a serrated sigh, she curled into him and felt her body relaxing.

“Better?” he murmured, continuing.

“Yes.” Her eyes drifted shut, and the pills, combined with the tea and touch of brandy, along with his massage, soon had her drifting off. Realizing that she was sleeping, Harvey stopped, his head shifting, tipping his head down to stare at her.

She had incredibly smooth and flawless skin, and her lashes were long and thick. A smile touched his stern lips when he noticed her fingers were curled into his sweater. Her slender curves were mashed up against him, and he could not stop the surge of lust that had started to pour through his body.

Shifting slowly, he tried to get her to ease off him a little so that her breasts were not plastered on his chest, but she clung more tightly. Biting off a frustrated sigh, he stayed where he was for the moment, planning to wait until she was fast asleep before trying to move.

He had to stay put, he decided, as he didn’t want to trigger another attack. But it was hell on his senses. Not only was he acutely aware of her slender curves, but her delicate and subtle perfume gave him a battering.

Closing his eyes, he tried to concentrate on the job site. The work was going along steadily, and the business with the cracks was being handled. Carter was- sucking in a breath, he knew he was losing the damn battle.

She had burrowed her head against his chest, and her breasts were branding his chest like a red-hot poker. His cock was slowly but surely coming to life, and he could not stop it. He had to get off the bed and away from her.

As soon as he started to move, she clung tighter, fingers curling into his shirt. Shifting upwards, she buried her face in his neck, giving him a jolt at the feel of her soft breath on his flesh.

He was as aroused as hell! He turned his head toward her before he could think or stop himself. That was a mistake. The yearning to kiss her soft lips was so intense that he bent his head to do just that when he caught himself in time.

Jerking his head away, he swore beneath his breath. He had to get away from her. For his peace of mind, he could not have her sprawled on top of him.

Taking a deep breath, he slowly eased her off him, an inch at a time. He managed to remove her hand from his chest and sidled slowly until she was not so much on top of him as she had been before.

Taking another breath, he tucked his hand under her slender leg that was thrown over his and managed to move that as well. When cleared, he climbed off the bed and stood looking at her. Pulling the sheets over her, he waited a few more minutes to ensure she had not woken up before turning on his heels and hurrying into his room.

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