Page 14 of Wreck Me
Where was she? The comforter rustled as she sat up before blinding pain stopped her cold.
“Ow, shit.” Her hand flew to her head where her fingers brushed against gauze. What the hell?
Bits of memories played in her head like a disjointed movie. A charming small town and a tall, sexy guy. A cop, sheriff, whatever. Was there something about her car?
The puzzle pieces fell into place. Poor Beatrix. The accident, the concussion, Aidan. And the fact she was in his bed. She ran a hand across the sheet, her fingertips tingling, unable to stop thinking about the fact that his skin had touched these sheets before her. It made her head light and that had nothing to do with her concussion.
Her phone lit up next to her on the nightstand. God, it was bright. She reached over and turned on the lamp, the light causing her to squint and hold her head again. Her stomach decided to get in on the action as well and sent up a small protest. “Son of a bitch.”
There was a glass of water next to her phone, and she took a sip. The cool water relieved her parched, dry mouth. She picked up her phone and the screen read 1:30 a.m.
“You’re not supposed to be looking at that.”
Megan let out a small yelp and her phone went flying. A flash of pain seared through her head and she gripped it with both hands. “Oh my God. Don’t scare me like that.”
Aidan leaned against the doorjamb, his eyes watchful.
She didn’t want to notice how the black T-shirt was taut against his wide chest, or the way his folded arms showed off strong forearms and biceps. And she really didn’t want to notice that he was wearing gray sweatpants that hung low on his narrow hips.
Her mouth watered and she swiped at her chin. Nope, not drooling. Yet.
“I didn’t mean to scare you. It’s been a while since I checked on you. Saw the light underneath the door.” He frowned and that V between his brows showed up. “I suppose I should have knocked first.”
“Hmmm…” She didn’t quite know what to say to that. She had taken over his bedroom after all. “Well, I’m fine. Thanks for the water. My mouth felt like I ate a bag of cotton balls.”
His lips quirked into a slight smile. “You’re welcome. Need anything else?”
At that moment, her stomach growled loud enough that it seemed to echo around the room. Aidan raised a brow.
Megan laid a hand over her stomach and smiled. “I think I’m hungry.”
“I’ve got some soup left from dinner. I can bring you a bowl.”
She rubbed a hand over her thigh, soreness beginning to set in. “Actually, I’d like to come out there. I need to move some. But I need to change.”
“Sure.”
When she pushed back the covers and swung her legs to the side of the bed, the room started to spin. Aidan moved to the side of the bed and held out his hands. “Easy, basher. Go slow or it’ll make the pain worse.”
She blew out a breath, then looked up at him, her eyes narrowed. “Did you just call me…basher?”
“If the shoe fits.”
“Hey, that accident wasn’t my fault.”
“I know.” Aidan chuckled and pushed a lock of hair behind her ear. The movement was oddly intimate and tender, causing a lump to form in her throat. “Take it easy, Megan. Now, take my hands.”
“I got it. I’m fine.”
Did the man just growl at her? “Take my hands, Gentry.”
“Fine.” She huffed out a breath, unhappy that she needed him to help her up. But at the moment, if she stood without assistance, she might faceplant on the floor.
Her hands slid into his large ones, and he helped her stand. When she swayed, her hands landed flat on his chest. His arm banded around her waist, bringing them close together.
“You okay?” His deep voice was a raspy whisper in her ear.
Desire lit up her body like a Christmas tree. Her fingers curled inward, taking some of the fabric of his shirt with them. His body was hard under that shirt, and damn, he smelled good. It was like leather, soap, and man. If she could bottle it somehow, she’d make a fortune.
