Hungry For You - Argeneau Series - Book 14 Page 0,62
had been in the dream and wearing the adorable flannel pajamas he’d so enjoyed stripping from her in their dream … well, he hadn’t been able to stop himself from growing half-erect again as the sight brought the dream to mind.
“Oh,” she breathed, staring at the bulge in his jeans. “I … Maybe you should—” Alex raised her head and hand, holding the cloth out and peering up uncertainly from where she knelt before him. That brought a whole new set of images to mind, ones they hadn’t tried in the dream. Cale’s eyes widened in horror as he completely “boned up” now, his erection pushing against his jeans and creating a very noticeable bulge.
“Yes, yes, of course,” he said, taking the towel in one hand and her arm in the other to quickly urge her to her feet when she started to lower her gaze to his growing bulge again. Once he had her on her feet, Cale turned away and moved to the sink, using washing his hands as an excuse to keep his back to her as he waited for his erection to recede.
“I really am sorry,” Alex murmured, moving to the cupboard now to retrieve a glass. “I guess I should have made some noise or something to let you know I was coming.”
“It wasn’t your fault. The phone call roused me from sleep, but I wasn’t fully awake. I was just startled,” he said quietly, wondering how long he was going to have to wash his hand. This particular erection seemed rather persistent. “How’s your head?”
“Pretty good.” She moved to a watercooler in the corner and ran cold water into her glass. “A little achy still, but I think more sleep would cure that. It was late when we got back from the hospital.”
“Yes,” Cale agreed, reluctantly turning off the tap and shaking his hands over the sink to remove the worst of the water as he tried to think of how he was going to keep his back to her. Not coming up with anything, he said a bit abruptly, “You should go back to bed.“
“I will after I’ve had something to eat.” She appeared at his side with a fresh dish towel, and Cale murmured a “thanks” as he took it but stayed facing the sink as he dried his hands.
“Geez, where did all the food go? Did you have a party or something last night?”
Cale glanced around to see her standing in the open refrigerator door, frowning over the now-barren shelves. “Oh, I … er …” Sighing, he set the towel down and moved to the door into the hall. “I need to go get a change of clothes from the hotel anyway. I’ll pick up something on the way back.”
“Cale.”
He heard her feet padding after him and moved a little more quickly to the closet by the front door, managing to retrieve his coat before she caught up.
“Keys.” She offered her keys as he turned with the coat held in front of his groin. “So you can get back in.”
“Right.” He smiled and took the keys, then backed toward the door, the coat still held at his waist. “I won’t be long. Any special requests when it comes to food?”
“I’ll leave it to you.”
“Right.” He turned away, pulled the door open, and headed out with relief.
“Put your coat on,” she said with a laugh, catching the door when he tried to pull it closed. “It’s freezing out there, and you’re wet. You’ll get frostbite.”
Cale quickly shrugged the item on as he jogged down the steps and rushed to the car.
Ten
The house was silent when Cale returned almost two hours later. He’d been as quick as he could be, grabbing a bag of blood from the cooler as soon as he stepped into his hotel room, and then actually feeding on it as he jumped in the shower. It had been the fastest shower in history, he was sure. The bag at his teeth hadn’t even been empty by the time he got out, but he’d dried himself one-handed, and then begun to dress in fresh clothes as it finished.
After that Cale had only taken the time to throw more clean clothes into a bag to take back with him before rushing down to his car. Both the stop at the hotel and then hitting the Tim Hortons drive-thru on the way back had probably taken him less than twenty minutes. However, Alex’s house was a good forty-minute drive from his hotel,