Page 15 of King of Pain

His shoulders are ridiculously broad and the tattoos... I must have been in shock last night to have missed the sleeve of them on his shoulder and arm. My gaze travels down his torso. He’s cut muscle all the way down to where they disappear under the towel.

I would love to see what’s underneath. “Umm,” I start, swallowing a lump.

His eyes scan down me. “That looks adorable on you.”

I wince at the word adorable. I’ve always been pretty. Cute. Adorable. I’ve got nice legs and boobs.

And my features are pretty classic. They just come off more “girl next door” and less Hollywood starlet. Just this once, I’d like to be the kind of girl who oozes sex appeal. “Thanks but…” I point to the bed. “I just realized we’ve only got the one. Bed. One bed.”

He looks over at the bed and shrugs. “All right.”

“Well, it’s just…” Crap. I’m blushing again.

“It’s fine, love. I make an excellent pillow.” And then he crosses to the Walmart bag and bends down. I stare at him, my mouth agape, as he rummages through the bag one-handed.

He pulls out the package of underwear, trying to open it with the hand on his one good arm. He’s been using his injured arm all night. It must be killing him.

“Shit,” I mutter. Here he is, taking care of me, buying me clothes and I’m not helping him at all. “Give me that.”

I tear open the package and pull out the underwear, unrolling it, and pulling off a sticky tag.

Then I hold them out to him.

He quirks a brow. “You wouldn’t mind helping a guy into them, would you?”

My mouth drops open. I can see how it would be difficult with a hurt shoulder, but that would mean I’d have to bend down with my face right by his… “Sure. Yeah. No problem.”

I bend, holding the underwear open. He steps one leg in and then the other. He’s so close and the tent that’s forming in the towel is not helping me keep my focus. “Pull them up for me?”

“Yeah.” I start automatically, my hands sliding along the rough hair of his legs. God, his muscles feel so good. I end up slowing down just to savor the feel of him.

I get them up around his thighs, but my hands are pushing at the edges of the towel, and then, in slow motion, the towel just falls to the floor.

And there it is.

I’m staring at his bulging cock a few inches from my face.

I fall back, my butt landing on the floor, as a gasp falls from my lips.

“I know,” he winks down at me. “Impressive, right?”

“Ass,” I mutter, but honestly, it’s an amazing cock. Do they all look that good? Thick, long, a few bulging veins that just make it even more…

He reaches his good hand down for mine and I place my fingers in his, letting him pull me up.

“I’ll stay on my side of the bed,” his grin widens. “If you can stay on yours.” And then he lets go of my hand, pulling first one side of the underwear up and then the other up over his hips, trapping the monster in the black fabric. I have the most ridiculous urge to take that underwear back off.

Except it’s a terrible idea, and as I look over at the bed, a jaw-splitting yawn falls from my lips.

“It’s a deal,” I mutter, and start toward the bed and stop again. “Which side?”

“I’ll take the one by the door, sweetheart. Always.” His hand comes to the small of my back, “And if there’s trouble, you roll off the edge and hide. Understand?”

Those words make my chest tight. Is he sleeping next to the door to protect me? My ovaries practically explode as I turn back to look at him over my shoulder. My lips part as I try to think of how to say how much I appreciate all he’s done. Thank you is getting old. “Luke, I…”

His hand slides around my waist to my belly. He doesn’t pull me close, but his fingers spread out, covering my entire stomach. “Let’s get some sleep, sweetheart.”

I nod and then take a step forward, slipping from his grasp as I make my way around the bed and pull back the covers.

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