Page 187 of Broken Daddy
“I’m fine.”
“You’re accident prone.”
“You gave me a fright! I don’t usually trip or hurt myself this much.” It was the effect he had on her.
“Right. Sure you don’t.” He set her toiletry bag on the counter. She’d never owned a toiletry bag before. This one was brand new. It was yellow with white clouds on it and she had no idea who had bought it for her.
Opening it up, he took out the toothbrush and put some toothpaste on it.
Then he held it to her mouth. “Open.”
“I can brush my teeth!” she protested. Although her eyes were drooping closed and she admitted that she was close to falling asleep.
“I have . . . my instincts are riding me hard and I have to do this.”
So she let him brush her teeth. Wasn’t like it was the first time, she guessed. Then he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, sitting her down.
He gave her some painkillers before tucking her into bed.
“Sorry, I’m so much . . . trouble,” she said tiredly.
“Stop that,” he replied. “You’re no trouble.”
Yeah. She was. But she was going to try and find ways to be less of a burden on him.
The blankets were pulled back and she grumbled until she felt a heating pad being placed on her tummy.
“Daddy, you can’t sleep on the sofa,” she mumbled.
“I’ll be fine.”
“Sleep with Devi. It okay. Devi won’t kick you. She don’t snore. Sleep with me.”
Hayes toldhimself that she didn’t know what she was saying. But, fuck, it was all too tempting to sleep with her. Shaking off that feeling, he got to work unpacking the car and putting her few belongings away with the other things he’d ordered for her. He’d bought them online and had them sent here.
He put some things in the wash and checked the food supplies. Whoever had lit the fire seemed to have stocked up the fridge with essentials. It was the one thing he hadn’t liked about living here on Sanctuary, the way everyone stuck their nose into his private life.
But now he felt grateful.
Walking back into the bedroom, he checked on her. She was dead to the world.
Fuck it.
He wasn’t going to fit on that sofa and the bed was huge. He’d sleep with her. At least for tonight.
As he climbed into bed, she stirred. He froze. Fuck, maybe getting into bed with her was a bad idea.
“Stay,” she told him. “If you want, I can sleep on the sofa. Then you can have the bed. I don’t need the bed. I’m much smaller than you.”
He knew he shouldn’t do it. But damned if he could stop himself. As she continued to ramble on about how she should sleep on the sofa, not him, he leaned over and pressed his lips to hers.
Fuck.
Her lips were so soft and plump. Delicious.
“What . . . what was that?” she asked, opening her eyes.
“Go to sleep,” he growled.
