her sigh out loud.
“I know you’re checking out my ass,” he said without even looking. “It’s a good thing I love being objectified for my rockin body.”
“I was looking at the view out those windows, not your ass,” she argued. Yes the view outside from the 41st floor was pretty amazing, but the view inside, that’s what she’d like to stare at for a few more hours.
Not that she’d ever tell him that.
He came out and left the room, then came back with a couple of bottles of Perrier. She took one gratefully and tipped the bottle back, letting it wash down her parched throat. The chilled liquid hit her stomach and…
“Oh crap.” Harper bolted from the bed and rushed to the bathroom, making it just in time to empty her stomach into the toilet. After a few more dry heaves she sat back. This stomach thing was getting damned inconvenient.
“Shit, everything okay?” Ethan asked, standing behind her.
“Sorry. Had this bug thing for about a week and just when I think I’m good…” She waved her hand at the toilet before pushing to her feet and flushing. Ethan ran a washcloth under the faucet and handed it to her.
Embarrassment crawled up her neck. Nothing like throwing up to show your appreciation for mind-blowing sex.
“Have you seen a doctor? A week is quite a while to be sick.” Ethan’s face was drawn with concern. “I wouldn’t have been so rough if I knew you weren’t feeling well.”
“God no. It was perfect. Seriously, it comes and goes. I’ve been fine all day. I think it’s because I didn’t eat before I went to the track and it was hot and the water was really cold.”
“There an on call doctor. You want me to call him?”
He was being so sweet, so concerned, but it was nothing. It hadn’t gotten worse or better, it just was. “I’m really okay. Do you have a spare toothbrush though?”
He opened the drawer and handed her a wrapped brush. He watched her brush her teeth and the intimacy of it made her blush harder. He guided her into the living room and helped her sit on the couch. Really, she was feeling much better.
He reached out and brushed her hair off her forehead.
“Please, just let the on site doctor take a look at you. You’re here. It’s an amenity. If you’ve been sick for a week, then obviously something could be wrong. What if you have Ebola or something? What if you end up patient zero and they quarantine us?” His grin made her shake her head. “What if all we can do is stay inside and have sex all day? The horror.”
She burst out laughing. “I don’t have Ebola.” She ran her finger over his stomach. “Unfortunately.”
He grabbed her hand and raised it to his lips, where he bit her fingertips. Heat pooled in her stomach.
“Prove it,” he said against the palm of her hand.
The fact that he could turn her on while suggesting she see a doctor was a pretty amazing feat. She had to give him credit where it was due.
Harper sighed. “Fine. Just to show you that I don’t have some horrific disease, you can call them. But when they say I’m fine, you owe me dinner.” She wasn’t sure why that was the first thing she thought of. They couldn’t see each other anymore. Not when the trial was starting soon. But it didn’t stop her from wanting to.
“Deal.” He jumped up and grabbed the phone. After a minute he came back. “Ten minutes. Enough time for you to put some clothes on.” He slid his fingers over her bare shoulder. “Not that I mind you exactly like you are. At all.”
His lips were hot against her skin and she leaned into his kiss.
It was going to suck having to end this.
“If you keep doing that, the doctor is going to walk in on a lot more than just my bare skin. Not that you’re hard on the eyes.”
He threw his hand over his heart and staggered back. “You only like me for my body.”
Her gaze roved up and down the dip and hard curves, stopping to admire the way his cock was already jutting out. God he had amazing stamina. Another check in the pro column.
“If you keep looking at my dick like that, I’m going to put it to good use,” he growled.
“You’re the one who insisted on calling the doctor,” she said, pushing up off the couch. “We could be