Page 11 of Sweet Redemption
He leaned down, pushed up at my pant leg and began pulling off my sock.
“Not necessary. I’m fine.” I tried to pull away, so he wouldn’t look at my leg. I haven’t shaved since the Titanic sunk…well, not since last month.
“Charlie.” It was a warning. I bit my lower lip and didn’t fight him. He poked and prodded around the swollen ankle, totally ignoring the shag carpeting poking out from my leg. “It’s not broken but from the swelling, it could be sprained. You should have a doctor look at it.”
“Well, the doctor’s in the next town over…and, since neither of us has a car, I’m out of luck,” I said curtly. “So what are you doing here?” I wanted to change the subject. I didn’t have time or the money for a doctor.
Markus didn’t utter a word, only glanced over at the small loveseat crammed in the corner of the room. One minute I was sitting on the desk barely tolerating the pain in my ankle and the next, he scooped me up into his arms like I was as light as a feather. I was stunned into silence, but only for a second.
“What the heck are you doing? Put me down.” I tried wiggling out of his hold, but he held me tighter. “I can walk.”
“Stop being a pain in the ass and let me help you.” Markus’s stern tone had me draw in a hard breath. I had an urge to punch him right in the face, and at the same time, kiss the stubborn man.
“Markus Landry, is it? I don’t need your Sir Galahad rescue.” I hoped my scowl was menacing enough to show this jerk I wasn’t the type to swoon at his ways. Been there, done that and got totally burned from it. I’ve learned the hard way.
“Sir Galahad rescue?” He laughed. “I don’t know what goes on in that pretty little head of yours, but I have never met anyone like you.” He stopped laughing but the twinkle in his green eyes had me wanting to melt into him. Of course I didn’t. Wait. Did he say I was pretty? I quickly shook off that notion.
Though, in that moment, the heat from his broad chest went straight through my right breast, down to my ribcage and that thrum between my legs grew into a tsunami of need. The intoxicating scent of his cologne bombarded my senses, which made me slightly fuzzy in the brain.
“Charlie?”
“What?” I asked, more off kilter than I wanted to admit.
“You make me laugh. And I have to say, it’s been a while since someone made me feel like this.” It was all he said, and it was all I could do but stare intently in his dreamy eyes like some lovesick buffoon. And right before I spoke up to break the magical spell he had woven with those mesmerizing eyes, lips and body, he leaned in and kissed me.
Not a ravage-all-coming kiss, not an I-want-to-do-you-right-here-and-now kiss, but a soft and gentle sweet kiss, which I wasn’t expecting.
His mouth lightly melded to mine like a gentle caress. All my insides melted. I fell again, but this time with Markus’s commanding tone and his sweet alluring kiss.
Boy, was I in trouble.
