She willed herself not to flush again. “You don’t miss much, do you?”
He was already taking the cup back. “Trained not to. Come on.”
“I do not need your help going to the bathroom.”
“I can call a nurse if you want.”
Her glare had zero effect on him—he simply shrugged. “Hey, Cindy said to call when you needed to go, so I’m just following orders.”
She didn’t want any company going to the bathroom, but Saint wasn’t going to give her that choice. “Hand me that gown,” she demanded, pointing at another hospital gown on a side rung of the table tray.
“For?”
She snatched the fabric from his hand the second it got close enough. “For covering my bare ass.” Turning the gown backward, she slid it over her arms so that it opened in front, effectively becoming a robe. Her balance wasn’t good enough to both walk across the room without help and hold her gown closed in the back.
“I have no objections to seeing your bare ass.”
She stumbled as her feet landed on the floor. Saint was right there, his hand on her arm, holding her steady. The touch—and his words—sent an unwanted thrill through her. She tried her damnedest to sound tough. “Yeah, not gonna happen, buddy.”
His breath warmed the side of her neck when he leaned close. “Already has.”
She stilled even as a shiver shot down her spine. “Saint—”
He eased back. “Too much?”
“Uh”—she took an unsteady step forward—“a little.”
“Okay.” His free arm wrapped around her rib cage, fingers resting lightly on the opposite side to steady her. “I’ll wait a little longer to mention how much I enjoyed seeing your ass, then. And want to see it again.”
A soft oof escaped him as her elbow hit his ribs. She noticed about the same time that he’d gotten her across the room in record time with barely any strain. The man was good at distracting her.
At the door to the small bath, she gripped the doorframe and turned to him resolutely. “You wait here.”
He opened his mouth to protest.
“Here,” she insisted. “I might not remember much about whoever I was before, but who I am now wants to pee without an audience.”
He chuckled but didn’t try to push his way in. “Just sing out if you need help.”
“Good boy.” She grinned as she closed the door in his face.
“Good boys get to see bare asses,” he called through the door.
She didn’t dignify that with a reply.
Born and raised in the Deep South, Ella writes romantic suspense, erotic romance, and hot BDSM contemporaries. Start anywhere—every book may be read as a standalone, or begin with book one in any series and watch the ties between the characters grow.
★ Anything can happen in the shadows of a sultry Southern night. Explore the heat with the SOUTHERN NIGHTS romantic suspense series.
★ Secrets and sex abound in the SECRETS TO HIDE contemporary romance series.
★ Dark desires come to the fore in IF ONLY, a BDSM contemporary series.
“The perfect blend of suspense and romance.” – Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews
“Ms. Sheridan writes suspense that grabs you and won't let go.” – Tea and Book
“The perfect kind of naughty…with [characters] that have great chemistry.” – Alpha Book Club
“A great plot, likable characters, witty banter, and seductively wicked love scenes—the perfect recipe!” – Blogging by Liza
Don't miss a release! Sign up for Ella’s newsletter to find out about new releases and sales:
No comments:
Post a Comment