“Wow, David is efficient,” she marveled as she picked up the juice from the bedside table and handed it to him. She shook pills from various bottles and held them to his mouth like she would do with a recalcitrant child. “I didn’t think he’d get this stuff that fast.”
“I pay him to be efficient,” he grumbled. Sam was no fool. He opened his mouth, surprisingly obediently and let her drop in the pills, downing them with a swig of the juice.
“Finish the drink. You need to keep hydrated. I just gave you something for your fever, congestion, cough and pain. You’ll probably sleep.” She finger-combed his hair while she spoke, a concerned frown on her face.
Sam finished his glass of juice and Maddie took it from him. “Lay back and rest.”
“Stay with me?” Sam asked, not able to help himself. He didn’t give a shit if he sounded pathetic, his need for Maddie overcoming his pride.
“Of course I’m staying,” she replied indignantly.
Sam smiled as she launched into a tirade that included stuff about “stubborn men” and other derogatory oaths about the male gender, and him in particular. His woman was angry at him for not taking care of himself. Somehow…the curses didn’t bother him at all…they made his chest ache with tenderness for the only woman who had cared for him, cared about him, other than his mother.
He propped himself on a pillow, watching his fiery female stomp around the room, picking up clothes and straightening things he had discarded when he’d gotten ill and never picked up. She mumbled under her breath, but Sam had no doubt it was more of the same diatribe, so maybe he was glad he couldn’t hear her. Instead, he drank in the sight of her, somehow feeling better just by watching her.
Showering had helped. He felt clean for the first time in days, and comfortable in fresh sheets. His headache was slowly easing and lethargy was claiming his body instead of misery.
His cock was as hard as a rock and it stiffened even more as she bent over, revealing her delectable ass. He gaped, unable to do anything else, leering at her bare backside as she bent to pick up her shoes.
She turned as she straightened, shooting him an admonishing look. “Are you staring at my butt? I need panties,” she mumbled.
Oh, hell no you don’t. He nearly groaned with disappointment as she ducked into the bathroom, obviously to find a pair of underwear in the new clothes he had bought her that she hadn’t taken home with her.
After returning from the bathroom, she picked up a thermometer from the plethora of items that David had dropped off and popped it into his mouth. “Don’t speak,” she warned him, her brow arched.
He scowled and crossed his arms in front of him. Damned if he didn’t want to pull the annoying thing out of his mouth just to be contrary.
Then she laughed, a light, amused sound that flowed over him like a healing balm. “You look like an ornery little boy,” she chortled, putting her hand on his forehead.
The beep sounded and she removed the offending thermometer. “High,” she mused. “But I think you’re cooler than you were. I may have to wake you up tonight to give you more medication.”
He frowned as she handed him more juice. The last thing he really wanted was to swallow. His throat felt like it had been worked over with sandpaper.
“Drink it. You need fluids.” She answered as though she already knew what he was thinking.
He eyed her as he sipped the juice, watching the beautiful vixen shake medication from the bottles at the bedside, probably for later dosages. “Anybody ever tell you that you’re a bossy doctor?” he asked dryly, handing the empty glass back to her.
Had anybody ever told her how hot she looked when she was pissed off?
Sitting the cup on the table, she folded her arms in front of her and gave him a chastising look. “Only my non-cooperative patients. If you weren’t so stubborn, you’d think I was the sweetest doctor in existence,” she answered in a pseudo sugary voice.
“Think you’re sweet anyway,” he admitted in a low, husky voice. “What happened to your head?” he questioned, scowling as he noticed a small bruise on her left temple that he hadn’t noticed earlier.
“It’s nothing. A little car accident. I just bumped my head.” She slipped into the bed and pulled the covers over herself. She turned off the light at the bedside, plunging the room into darkness.
He lunged for her, pulling her back against him. Christ, she feels good. He pulled her back against his chest and buried his face in her wild tangle of silky hair. “There is no such thing as a little car accident. What the hell happened? When? Dammit. Nobody called me. Those agents are fucking fired,” he growled, shuddering at the thought that Maddie had been involved in an accident and he hadn’t known.