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She licks her lips, drawing my attention to them. I didn’t get to fully enjoy our kiss before. I was high off the win, and my mind was chaotic. It’s more stable now. Don’t get me wrong, adrenaline is still pumping through my blood, but I want to taste her with a clearer head.

“I’m going to kiss you,” I tell her.

She pushes me back by my forehead when I go to lean in.

“Save it, Casanova. I need to butterfly bandage your brow. You’re screwed on the lip. Nothing I can do for it.”

I watch as she leans in, concentrating on her work. My hands skim up her sides, making her shiver.

“Jameson,” she hisses.

“It’s making me feel better. Isn’t that your goal?”

She gives me an unimpressed look. Then she backs up and smiles at my face.

“Let me see the rest of your body,” she says, then her eyes widen at her words.

I stand, dropping the towel without hesitation.

“I didn’t mean that. I meant the bruises. Your injuries.” She covers her eyes. “Please put it back on.”

I chuckle, loving how sassy she can be one minute then shy the next. I pick up the towel and wrap it back around my waist. Then I grab my clothes in one hand and her in the other, leading her back to my room.

Once inside, I find her a T-shirt and hand it to her before I put on a pair of boxers.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“We are going to sleep. As sexy as that dress is, I figured you’d be more comfortable in that.” I nod to the shirt in her hand.

“Why can’t I go home?”

I move closer to her, running my nose along hers. “I just fought seven men for you. To claim you as mine. You think they won’t question it if I take you home?”

“Oh.”

That’s all she says. Stepping back from me, she carefully takes the cut I gave her off. She sets it to the side where I set mine. Then she peels her dress over her head, leaving her in a strapless bra and panties. I take in my fill, not bothering to look away as she glares at me. She holds her ground, though, sliding the shirt on before she removes her bra and sets it to the side.

Without a word, she crawls into my bed, then waits.

I shut off the light before climbing in next to her.

“Good night, Angel.”

“Good night, Jameson.”

Then I lie there waiting for her to fall asleep.

CHAPTER

THIRTEEN

Julie

I don’t know how he expects me to go to sleep after all of that.

Not only does my blood feel like it is on fire under my skin from the fight, but after watching him in the shower, my body is tingling all over.

I’m not a prude. I know what it means to feel hot and bothered. I’ve even had sex before, but I have never felt quite like this. I almost feel desperate for his touch.