Broken River - Ruby Shae Page 0,19
believed he deserved that kind of happiness, but Elle had changed all that. In just a few short days, he found himself hoping for more, and he knew, deep down, that he didn’t want to let her go after the two-year contract was over.
And he was tired of trying to stay away from her.
His dick swelled as he thought about kissing her, and he silently swore, hoping she didn’t notice the huge bulge in his pants. Before Elle arrived, he never lost control—hell, he hadn’t even been attracted to anyone in years—and now he was walking around with a semi-permanent hard-on.
He wanted her, and he knew it wasn’t because she shared his living space and slept in his bed, or because he was desperate for a fuck. Plenty of willing women visited the lake every year, and he’d never touched any of them. He’d never wanted to. But, Elle was different—special—and lucky for him, Gavin thought he was deserving enough to marry his sister.
“These scrapes aren’t bad,” he said, after cleaning her palms. “You can wait until tonight to put medicine on them.”
“Liam,” she whispered. “You don’t have to do this. I can—”
“I want to take care of you.”
He barked out the truth, and then went to the sink to rinse the washcloth. He hadn’t meant to reveal so much, not yet, but the words felt right, and he didn’t want to take them back.
“Oh.”
He bent down to clean her knees, and his face was level with her pussy. He could smell her arousal, even through the layer of dirt that covered her shorts, and he suppressed a growl. They had to talk before he could taste her there.
He applied the ointment quickly, and then stood, but he didn’t move away from her. The counter was the perfect height to lay her back and slide his cock into her soaking wet core, and he liked the fact that he was standing between her open legs. He wanted those legs wrapped around him, trapping him against her.
Fuck!
He needed to get a grip.
He wasn’t ready to move away from her yet, but he knew he couldn’t stay there forever, so he searched his mind for something to say when all he wanted to do was kiss her. He shouldn’t—she was hurt, and needed to heal—but he wanted that kiss. He also wanted to know why she’d put herself in danger by walking down the hill instead of driving. The sight of her flying through the air had taken a few years off of his life, and he was still angry that he hadn’t been able to stop her from getting hurt.
The whole thing had happened way too fast, and even if there had been time to shift into his human form, there was no way to change back without her seeing him. He would tell her about his bear soon, but doing so while she was flailing and trying not to fall wasn’t the time.
“Why didn’t you bring the golf cart with you?” he growled. “Why did you try to walk down here instead of driving? You could have been killed!”
His words came out harsher than he’d intended, and her eyes flashed with anger, confirming his mistake. He shouldn’t have yelled at her, but he’d been so scared.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she seethed. “I doubt I would have died. I like walking, and believe it or not, I can walk long distances without even breaking a sweat. A lot of people can. I might not be in perfect shape, but I can walk a few miles without killing over, and if that stupid rock hadn’t gotten in my way, then I would have made it here just fine.”
“That’s not what I meant at all,” he growled, angry that she had twisted his words. “I was only wondering why you didn’t bring the cart when it was available to you. I told you to use it anytime, and it doesn’t make sense not to use it when you’re carrying something heavy. Besides, I thought you would want to get your batter or dough down here as soon as possible.”
“Oh…” she said, her voice much calmer. “Well, I didn’t know where you were, and I didn’t want to take it if you needed it.”
She had been making sacrifices for him again, and his heart swelled. He liked that she cared about him, but it was his job to take care of her, not the other way around. Still, he was touched by her kindness, and