Bloody Broken (A Bloody Series Book #2) by Emily Barker Page B

delicious with the big bath towel wrapped around her tiny frame, wet hair slicked back and dripping down her back. He walked silently up behind her and put his mouth to the ear that wasn’t pressed to the phone.
        “I was going to pick you up some new clothes, Darling. Do you want me to grab you some new under things?”  He said against her throat. She squeaked and turned around, wide eyed. Then she glared at him. A “what are you doing?” glare.
    Colin yelled into the phone. “Who the hell is that?!”
        “Thanks.” She whispered at him, covering the phone. Then she gave Colin some line in Inuit and clapped the phone shut.  “What the hell is wrong with you? You have a death wish?”
        “I was just trying to be nice. I figured you might want something new to wear when you got out of the shower.” He couldn’t not grin at the look she was giving him.
        “Yeah, I don’t see any new clothes. And don’t pretend you don’t know why I’m mad.” She walked away from him, headed for the bedroom. He sped past her, flying out the door, down the stairs, outside, to the clothing store. He picked up a pair of jeans, a long-sleeved black t-shirt, black panties, and a pack of socks, and was back up the stairs to the room before she sat down on the bed.
        “Sorry, I’m not good with bra sizes, so you’ll have to make do with the one you had on,” he said, holding the clothes out to her. She stared at him suspiciously.
        “You pay for those?” She asked.
        “Of course! I threw $300 at the counter before I left. Here. I hope they fit.” He set them down on the bed. Then he waited. She watched him.
        “You trying to watch me get dressed?” She quirked an eyebrow. He knodded. She shrugged off her towel, it dropped gracefully to the floor. He stood transfixed. He had seen her body a thousand different ways last night, but it still made his breath catch. She bent over the bed to pick up the scrap of cloth that made up the panties he bought for her. She held them up.
        “Not my usual, but nice. Thanks.” She bent all the way over to step into them.
        “You’re welcome.” He managed to croak. She pulled them up slowly, sliding them over her ass with a snap. She pulled her bra on next. It had never occurred to him how erotic watching a woman putting clothes back on could be. She was stripping in reverse. As she stepped into her jeans, he took a step towards her. As she started to zip them he reached a hand out to stop her.
        “The boys won’t be back for another twenty-five minutes,” he whispered into her ear. She turned and smiled.
        “Well why didn’t you say so? I’m almost done dressing now,” she teased.
        “I’ll just have to help undress you, since you went to all that work for nothing,” he said logically.
        “That seems fair.” She reached up to pull his lips to hers. He picked her up by her ass and threw her backwards onto the bed. She giggled as he fought to pull her jeans off her still damp skin.
        “Damn this expensive cotton,” he growled. She wasn’t helping by kicking at him either. When he finally got them off, the minx did a little back flip on the bed and ran away out the door to the living room. “Oh no you don’t.” He ran after her, caught her around the middle, and flung her onto the couch. She was laughing so hard by the time he landed on her, he had to laugh with her. She kissed him until his heart felt like it would burst from his chest. When he was thoroughly distracted she shoved him hard in the stomach, and rolled off the couch, clear under the coffee table and out the other side. He knelt on the floor. She grinned ear to ear and she feigned left, then took off to the right. He intercepted and rolled her back towards the couch. She wasn’t having it. She jumped over it and backed up towards the window. He stalked forward.
        “I’m going to get you, Lassie,” he