He looked down from his incredible height and she was once again reminded of how big he really was. She looked into his mesmerizing violet eyes and forgot to breath. He spoke waking her from her fog. “Thank you so much for your kindness, Kyndel. I know none of this makes sense to you but I promise, once I’ve rested, I will explain everything.”
She smiled despite the confusion she was feeling. This man had the power to completely cloud her judgment in an instant but it was time to remind him that she was not a complete pushover. “Well, like I said before, you better not die on me. Right this minute, you look like a good wind could knock you off your feet. Just get in there and rest.’ She pointed towards her bedroom again. “Since you are so sure that’s all you need to heal what ails you. I still don’t see how that will help your head but apparently I have no say in this.” She shrugged her shoulders, gave him her best ‘I mean business look’ complete with one cocked eyebrow and continued, “Again,” she pointed her finger at him, “DO NOT DIE!”
Rayne chuckled, the low tones tickling something deep inside of her, “If I’m not mistaken, Kyndel, it sounds like you care, at least a little, about my well being.”
“Yea, well, I just don’t know how I’d explain to the police that there is a big dead man in my house if you die. So just don’t, ok?”
“I assure you, beautiful Kyndel, I will not die this night.”
His voice just kept doing funny things to her insides and her ‘inner girl’ swooned just a little at the fact that he called her beautiful. Another thing that she could not explain, her ‘inner girl’ did not swoon. She flushed at the unfamiliar feelings and grew antsy from the feelings his intense violet eyes evoked in her. She also had to admit to herself that she could get used to the way he said her name. It was like a caress with a promise of all kinds of wild pleasures, sweaty, wild pleasures that would leave them both spent and panting. She schooled her features, wrestling her libido into submission. “Get in there and get laid down.” She pointed to the partially closed door just a few feet down the hall, hoping he would take the hint this time. “I’ll use the other bathroom to get changed then I’ll bring you something to drink. I don’t think you should eat just yet with that head wound. Do you prefer water or juice? Sorry I haven’t been to the store lately so the pickings are slim.”
“Whatever you have will be fine,” he reassured her.
She decided she needed to make sure that he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt she thought his whole ‘taking a nap to heal’ thing was a bunch of crap. She put her hands on her hips and squared her shoulders. “I also want to make sure that you understand that I do not agree with or believe your claims that ‘resting’ will heal you. I also know for a fact that you should not go to sleep with a head injury but I’m giving you these three hours, on the off chance that you know what the hell you are doing.” She tried to convey just exactly how much faith she was giving him and hoped he realized she didn’t do so lightly.
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Rayne wished he had the luxury of explaining everything to Kyndel right now as he watched a myriad of emotions flit across her expressive face. He could tell she was working hard to not freak out, to give him what he needed and to understand her uncharacteristic responses to him. He would take all the time she needed to make sure she completely understood, just as soon as woke from his healing sleep. He needed to get laid down before he collapsed on her floor because he knew that if he collapsed, she would have an ambulance there to get him before he could change her mind yet again. So their standoff came to an end with him heading towards the room she had indicated which meant walking straight towards the object of his desire. He stopped just a few inches in front of her, feeling the pull of his mate like a magnet to steel. She jerked her head up and once again an immediate spark arced between them, a force willing them together. He could get lost in those beautiful emerald pools of desire. The picture of entwined bodies, hot and sweaty, spent from hours of enjoying each other flashed in his mind.
Her pupils dilated for what seemed like the tenth time since he had laid eyes upon her, followed by a look of confusion. Her reactions to him were causing more questions within what he was quickly learning was her intelligently suspicious mind. He needed to get to sleep so he could heal and clear up any confusion his mate had. She cleared her throat, turned on her heel and headed to the guest bath. He admired the hypnotic sway of her hips and the way her crimson hair caressed her back as she moved away from him. He had to remind his body that now was not the time for anything but a healing sleep.