Page 10 of In the Cover of Darkness

Bending over slightly, I try to use the elbow of my broken arm to hold the waistband up enough to grab it by my good arm. At that moment the door swings open followed by a cold breeze over my bare ass and a loud, “FUCK,” being yelled from behind me.

“Shit sunshine, I'm so sorry. I should have knocked,” Dante repeats a couple of times. "Are you okay? I really am sorry,” he sounds so distressed, that I can't help but laugh.

“Are you laughing at me?” he asks, sounding unsure of how he should be reacting.

“I'm sorry, I can't help it. I feel at this point you've seen me naked more than I have had clothes on. I was trying to get into the sweatpants you left out but am struggling with my broken arm and my ribs.”

“Okay, I’m going to close my eyes and come in to help you.”

“Don't close your eyes. That will cause even more drama if you fall over. I'm sure you’ve seen a naked woman before, just please don't look too hard, I know how bad it all looks.”

Taking a shaky breath, I try to ignore the bruising, cuts and scrapes all over my body. I know he can see all of them and I guess, I ultimately feel embarrassed over how bad I let it get.

“If you could help me, I'd appreciate it,” I say rather timidly. I know it’s not his fault or even his issue to help me get dressed, but right now I'm feeling cold again, hungry and just overall struggling with my life falling apart.

“I'm coming in, just stay facing away from me and I'll help you get dressed.”

“Thank you,” I whisper. “I think the last few days are starting to catch up with me.”

Chapter 10 - Dante

Her delicious round ass is so close to my face, I could lean over ever so slightly and bite it. Gods, she is so beautiful. My cock is straining against my jeans so hard that it's becoming uncomfortable. It's been a long while since a woman has been naked in front of me, but this, her, she is perfection. She is undeniablyall womanand my cock knows it. I'm actively resisting reaching out and touching her at this point, careful not to overstep any lines there may be.

Her long brown hair is hanging wet down her back, the ends dripping over her ass. A couple of water beads slowly roll down her ass cheeks and it takes everything in my willpower not to reach out and brush them away. To let my hands roam over her curves and explore every soft part of her. I can't help but notice several of the bruises are in different stages of healing and try to control the fury of what I want to do to the man who did this to her.

“Use my shoulder to balance if you need to. Put your other leg in the waistband and I'll pull it up.” Reaching behind her she steadies herself on me before lifting her leg into the waistband.Slowly I pull the sweatpants up past her thighs and over her hips.

“Ughh, I've done this back to front. I should have put a top on first then I wouldn't be standing here butt naked,” she says.

“It's okay, we'll sort it out.”

Grabbing a shirt from the pile of clothes I pop one over her head and help her get her arms in, but because everything is too large for her the sweatpants have fallen back to the floor. She turns around to face me, giving me an embarrassed look, “Thank you.” She says in a quiet voice. Not wanting to make the moment any more awkward for her, I quickly bend down to grab the waistband of the sweatpants again, my breath hitching when I realise I'm now inches away from her pussy. The only thing separating me from it is the hem of my shirt she's wearing, hanging down covering it.

“Dante,” she says in a small voice looking down at me, snapping me out of my trance. I quickly pull up the sweatpants tying the waist as small as it will go. I end up rolling it a couple of times to make sure they don't fall down again.

“They're still big on you but they will keep you warm until we can find some clothes that fit.”

“Dante,” she says again, her voice turning thick with need. Gods help me because I'm not going to be able to resist this woman for much longer.

“Yeah, sunshine,” I say, taking a fallen piece of hair and tucking it behind her ear, ready to give this woman anything she asks of me.

“Is that pizza?”

Huh. What the fuck? "Oh, um yeah. I was going over your medications and you need to take a couple of them with food. There aren't a lot of options here so I figured pizza was betterthan nothing. That's why I went out, to get some food for you to take your meds."

I need to get it together. She was lusting after the damn pizza, not me. Maybe this was a bad idea. I should just tell her I have no willpower and if we keep getting to know each other I might have to have her. Make her mine.

Fuck.

I'm screwed.

I quickly finished helping her put the rest of my clothes on, and it would be a lie if it didn't make me happy seeing her wear them.

“These are the meds you should take now, but make sure you eat with them. I'm going to have a shower. Eat as much as you like okay. I'll probably go back and get a couple more later because there's not much choice out there. Don't feel like you have to save me any.”

“I don't know how to thank you, I feel like I just keep saying it but it's not enough.”

“It's okay, and you don't have to. I just want you to be safe and comfortable,” I say sincerely.

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