Forbidden Harmony (Harmony Falls #3) - Elizabeth Kelly Page 0,100
she nearly blacked out. While she supposed that was good for teaching her to be more responsive, it didn’t help her with being sexier or making sure the guy was having a good time. Hell, half the time she didn’t even notice when Preacher came. She was too busy being off in la-la land from the mind-blowing orgasms he gave her. She wondered bleakly if he would even put up with her dismal skills in the bedroom for the entire month before he simply lost interest.
Does it matter? If you don’t learn enough from him, you can find another guy and get more lessons.
The thought of sleeping with someone else made her already-aching stomach roll with nausea. She shoved the thought of sleeping with someone else - of Preacher sleeping with someone else – out of her head. She rubbed her stomach then wiped her nose for a third time. The hot bath had cleared her sinuses somewhat, but she could feel the headache lurking behind her eyes. As soon as the cold meds wore off, she’d be right back to feeling like death.
She searched through the bag even though she could see everything that was in it. Oddly enough, Preacher hadn’t brought her any actual clothes, just underwear.
She hesitated and then opened the second drawer of Preacher’s dresser. His t-shirts were folded in neat layers in the drawer and she picked up one from the top. It was dark blue with a Crimson Door Tattoo logo on the chest.
She dropped her towel and slipped into her panties before pulling his shirt over her head. It was much too big, but she liked wearing his shirt. Liked it a little too much, she supposed. She briefly considered putting her other clothes back on, cringed at the thought of wearing the dirty pants and t-shirt, and instead grabbed her comb from the bag. She combed her wet hair, gently pulling out the snarls and then braided it.
God, she felt so much better after her bath. She grabbed some orange juice from the fridge and took a swig as the apartment door opened and Preacher entered.
“Hi,” she said.
“Hey.” He placed the bag on the counter. “How do you feel?”
“Better,” she said. “The bath really helped. In fact, I’ll head home after dinner. The cold meds and the -”
She clapped her hand over her mouth before erupting into a coughing fit that bent her over with the force of it. She coughed and coughed, trying to catch her breath as Preacher pressed his hand on her upper back.
He rubbed slowly as her coughing fit eased and then pushed the bottle of juice into her hand. “Drink.”
She drank a few swallows, the acidic juice burning her throat. “Better, thanks.”
He nodded and headed to the bathroom. Her eyes widened. She had left a bunch of her toiletries in the bathroom right next to his, like she had moved in for God’s sake. He would be pissed. She set the juice down and hurried forward, squeezing past him just as he got to the bathroom.
“I’m so sorry,” she said as she scooped up her toiletries. He frowned at her as, juggling her toothbrush, toothpaste, and antiperspirant in one hand, she snatched up her shampoo, conditioner, and body wash from the edge of the tub.
“Sorry,” she repeated as she scurried out of the bathroom. The box of tampons was still in his bathroom, but she would need them again before she left. Hopefully, he wouldn’t be too bothered by the box sitting on the sink.
He watched silently as she dumped her toiletries into the bag. “Thank you again for picking those up for me. It was nice to have a bath.”
He just nodded and disappeared into the bathroom. She wandered over to the window and peeked through the blinds, people watching until Preacher returned. He opened the bag and pulled out a few containers. “Go sit on the couch.”
She sat on the couch as he brought the food over and set it on the coffee table in front of them.
“Here.” He handed her one container.
She took the lid off and smiled a little. It was chicken noodle soup. “You brought me soup.”
“You’re sick,” he said. “It’s from Nan’s.”
“Thank you.” She spooned a few mouthfuls into her mouth. She was so stuffed up that she couldn’t taste a thing, but she ate the entire container of soup as he ate a steak sandwich and salad.
“You want some of mine?” he asked when she was finished.