She wiggled in his arms and a surge of pleasure shot through him. “Josh, really. I’m fine.”
“You might want to stop moving like that,” he bit out between clenched teeth.
His nerves twisted. “Just take my word on it, okay.”
She slipped lower in his arms, and he groaned as her hip rubbed against his cock. Her head snapped up, and her eyes widened when they met his. Her body visibly shook as sexual energy arced between them. “Oh,” she said on a breathless whisper. Her warm breath fluttered over his bare flesh, and he felt it all the way to his groin.
She schooled her features, but she wasn’t fooling anyone, least of all him. Something potent had passed between them when she’d jumped into the pool to save him. She could pretend otherwise all she wanted, but her expressions were transparent. But even if she did act on what was happening between them, he was not going to give in to his urges.
“Maybe you should put me down, then,” she said.
“No, and I’m not leaving you, Holly.” She opened her mouth, but he cut her off. “Protest all you want, but I know there can be after effects from a sting, and until I know you’re okay, you’re stuck with me.”
“So, you’re just going to sit in my room and watch me for the next couple hours?”
“Yes,” he said, unless, of course, she had other ideas about how to pass the time.
Cool it, dude.
“You’re wasting your time if you ask me.”
“Nothing better to do.” Given that it was a small sting, and there wasn’t much swelling, he was ninety-nine percent certain that she’d be fine, but he still wasn’t leaving her. It wasn’t just the SEAL in him that wanted to protect her. It was the man.
One small hand splayed over his chest, holding on as he wove through the paths, taking a shortcut to her villa. His muscles shifted and bunched under her soft touch, and she gave a little breathy sigh. Her warm breath fell over him and stroked all the way to his cock. He dipped his head, her lips so close to his all he had to do was inch forward for a taste. Why is it, again, I can’t have her?
Oh, right, she’s the boss’s daughter and I’m here to protect her!
Flustered, he picked up the pace, and when he reached her villa, he rushed up the three flights of stairs. “Key card,” he said when he reached her door.
She pursed her lips. “Why don’t you just hack into it like you did at the clinic.”
“If that’s what you want.”
He set her down, and as she balanced on one leg, he pulled her against him to provide support. Digging his knife from his pocket, he pulled open a blade, slid it into the crack of the door, and jimmied the lock until the door open.
She shook her head. “Ohmigod, is it really that easy?”
“It’s really that easy,” he said.
After opening the door, he stepped into her room and carried her to the bed. But seeing her sitting there, looking up at him with those big, brown eyes, was more than he could take.
As desire slammed into him, he turned and plunked himself down in the chair by the window, determined to get his shit together and keep his distance.
“If you insist on staying, you might want to put a shirt on,” she bit out, but as soon as the words left her mouth, she seemed like she wanted to gobble them back up. “Wait, I mean…”
Hyperaware of the way she kept looking at him, he asked, “You mean what?”
“I have the air conditioning on high. You’re going to freeze.”
“Suit yourself.” She stood, hobbled to the thermostat, and dropped the temperature even more. “Actually, I find it a bit hot in here.”
With his gaze latched on the lush curve of her ass he said, “Me, too.”
She spun to face him, and he sat there, completely still, as they glared at each other. Hand on her hip, she asked, “Just how long do you plan to stay?”
“Until I know you’re okay.”
Her chin lifted a little higher. “I’m fine.”
“Maybe you’re hot because you have a fever?” he said. “Did you ever think of that?”
“I don’t have a fever.”
“Then why are you hot?”
“I just am. You just said you were hot, too. Maybe you have a fever.”
“Maybe I do.” Oh, he had a fever all right. He was burning up inside—for her.