Heart Of The Billionaire(35)

“You need clean sheets and fluids. Can you manage to get in the shower if I help you?” she asked, her voice demanding.

Like his tiny little woman was going to hold his weight? He smirked. “You know, this bossy doctor thing is pretty hot. Will you scrub my back?”

“If necessary,” she snipped back at him as she started stripping the sheets from his sweat-ridden body.

Not wanting her to see his weakness, Sam made a superhuman effort to sit up. He made it, but he swayed as he got to his feet and started coughing so hard he couldn’t stop. She propped him up with her body, which was surprisingly strong. “For a man who’s supposedly a complete genius, you’re an idiot when it comes to taking care of yourself,” she commented, sounding like a cat that was spitting mad.

Holy hell, she was completely hot when she was in a take-charge mood. “You need to go. I didn’t want you to know. You might get sick.” His gut rolled at the thought of Maddie feeling as miserable as he did right now.

“I’m exposed to this every day, Sam. Why didn’t you call me earlier?” she asked, exasperated. “You have tons of people at your beck and call. You needed help.”

“Don’t ask for help. I help other people,” he grumbled as he walked like a drunk toward the bathroom. Honestly, it had never occurred to him to ask anybody for anything. He hated being vulnerable and preferred to wait until he had control again.

She stripped off his boxers, the only item of clothing on his body, and turned on the shower. “Will you be okay while I go find some fresh sheets and change the bed?”

“Yeah,” he said, squawking as the lukewarm water hit his body.

“Don’t make it any hotter. You’re already too feverish,” she warned him, giving him a commanding look.

Really, the woman was completely sexy in her doctor mode. A feisty redheaded virago who he wished he could tame right about now. Unfortunately, he wasn’t in any position to drag her into the cubicle and take her against the shower stall. Damn…he wished he was. He’d like nothing better than to tap all of that passion she had right now. “Where were you?” he asked, wondering why she was dressed in a soft gray angora sweater dress, a color that just made her hair look more fiery and hugged the curves of her body like a lover. It probably wasn’t made to be sexy, but on her, it definitely was.

“I was out for dinner before I came here.” She pulled off her heels as she left the bathroom, leaving the door open.

With who?

He wanted to know, but Maddie had left like her ass was on fire. He let the water pour onto his body, rinsing the perspiration from his skin. He eyed the water temperature, tempted to ignore her and make it hotter, but his woman was likely to kick his ass right now. Problem was, she probably could. He smiled as he leaned into the water, letting it cleanse him. He wanted to really wash, but he was drained, using all of his energy just to stand under the water.

Maddie came back five minutes later. He watched, completely mesmerized, as she efficiently stripped every article of clothing from her body, leaving them in a heap on the floor. It wasn’t a strip tease, but then Maddie only needed to exist for him to get aroused, and watching her disrobe had his cock hard and ready for action. Unfortunately, the rest of his body wasn’t.

Grabbing a washrag from the vanity, she entered the shower, shivering at the water temperature for a moment before getting to work. She lathered the washrag with soap and started running it over his skin, the linen gliding over him with her gentle touch.

She hesitated when she reached his groin and his whole body froze. He forcefully slammed down the instinct to stop her. This was Maddie, trying to help him. He was not pushing her away. He didn’t want to push her away.

Maddie dropped the cloth, and Sam felt only her gentle hands on him as she moved over his groin and stroked his pulsating cock with her bare fingers. The sensation caused an initial startled reaction, but he kept his eyes on Maddie as she touched him, focusing only on her. Almost disappointed when she didn’t linger there for long, he felt her hands move oh-so-tenderly over his ass. His butt cheeks tightened and he ground his teeth as she stroked between the globes of his ass, her fingers lightly going over his anus. He released a tormented growl, one part fear…but another part pleasure. Her touch was clinical, but achingly soft, enticingly delicate.

Crouching, she ran the soap over both of his legs. Then, she stood and washed his hair, her touch soothing as she gently massaged his scalp. After picking up the handheld showerhead attachment, she briskly rinsed both his hair and body, and turned off the shower. She dried herself roughly and hurriedly, but picked up another towel and sweetly caressed him with it, patting him dry. After quickly pulling a short, cotton nightgown over her head from the pile of clothes she had left on the vanity, she braced his body and brought him out to sit on the bed, helping him into a fresh pair of boxer briefs.