Page 125 of With A Little Luck
What peril did I have in my life before being reunited with Ridge? Pete? That thought almost makes me laugh. Still, I would gladly choose being here with Ridge over being stuck with Pete.
It’s just scary since the doctor left. With how strict Dr. Daniels was with his list of instructions, it seems like someone more qualified than me should be providing his medical care.
Either way, I’m taking my job seriously.
I’ve followed the instructions to the letter, hence why Ridge is a bit cross-eyed as he stares at the thermometer.
God, he’s so out of it, and I find it adorable.
Fever is one of the symptoms of infection, so I’m supposed to check his temp every two hours if we’re awake and try not to go more than four hours even if we’re asleep.
Ridge’s hand tightens on my ass, and he grins around the thermometer as he moves to sensually caress my backside.
“You must have been on your best behavior the last few days.” I laugh and pluck the device from his lips as it beeps. “I feel like I’m getting a chance to meet the real Ridge.”
I hate that he had to be injured to show this side of himself, but I love his playful energy.
He’s silly, says what he’s thinking, and doesn’t act like he has to walk on eggshells around me. I just hope he really is as attracted to me as he seems to be while loopy from the medication.
“Your temperature is good.” I pull off the cover, toss it into the trash, drop the thermometer back into its case, and note his temp and the time on the little notepad I left on the nightstand next to the pack bed. “You’re not due for medication for two hours. Would you like me to run down and make you a sandwich or something?”
“Nah, just lie here with me. You could lie on me.” A lazy smile crosses his face. “Climb all up on me, sweetheart.”
“You’re injured,” I remind him, planting my hands on my hips.
There’s something about Ridge that is so charming, it makes it hard to say no to him.
I crave physical closeness between us. Not to mention, the need to get to know who he is as a human being. It feels like he’s already shown me a lot of his personal character in howhe immediately stepped up and started preparing for the baby. Then he shielded me with his body, rather than twisting around and taking a shot.
I have no doubts he’s a good man.
“I need you to know.” His massive hand cradles my ass, giving it a playful squeeze. “A kiss would improve my chances of survival by at least twenty-five percent.”
Laughing, I crawl onto the edge of the bed, doing my best not to jostle him too much as I lie down at his side. It’s complicated, but I keep my top half up using my forearm as leverage to make it easy to see his face.
“If you slip me the tongue, I can safely up that to fifty percent.” He grins, wiggling his eyebrows. “If you sat on my face, I could probably up the chances to?—”
I cut him off, pushing my mouth to his. A low growl vibrates out of his chest, and I focus on the way he owns the kiss to keep from worrying if this could make his injury worse.
Ridge’s hand tightens on my lower back, and my instincts hum with satisfaction. He knows exactly how to confine me to appeal to the part of my brain that is distinctly omega-coded.
Everything about the kiss is perfect, even the way his facial hair pokes into my cheek. My nostrils flare, breathing in his complicated scent. It affects my system just as violently as it does every time I smell it, and I give my body a stern mental pep talk.
Now isn’t the time, but as soon as he’s feeling better, I’m going to show him just how attracted to him I am. Pulling back, I take a deep breath.
Ridge licks his lips, and his bright aquamarine eyes sparkle. He’s sexy in some gruff, manly way that makes my brain melty.
I smile and get comfortable at his side once more. “I like you a lot, and if you want me to sit on your face sometime, I need you to heal quickly.”
He chuckles, a low raspy sound. “I’m doing my best, Mama.”
He called me that earlier, but I was so distracted, I barely even processed it.
It’s cute.
I like it.
I’m warm and confused when I wake up. Trigg’s scent is everywhere, and it mixes perfectly with Ridge’s.
