The way he carried me to his house effortlessly was riveting. He picked me up as if I weighed nothing and held me as if I was a delicate porcelain doll. I felt his exposed muscles twitching underneath my skin as he kept me close to his body, forcing a warmth to rise in my gut. It had been years since I’d been this captivated by a man, and never in my life had I felt so vulnerable and so safe at the same time.
But when he sat me on the kitchen counter and locked his eyes with mine, I was spellbound.
Instead of putting a shirt on like he really needed to, he looked around for a first aid kit. An older woman stood in the corner with a little girl who looked about two or three. She had dark brown hair the same color as—
I didn’t know his name.
“I’m Amanda,” I said. “Amanda Scott.”
But the tall man with the throbbing muscles and the tanned skin didn’t do anything but take my leg in his hands.
“Do you have a name?” I asked.
“Yep.”
“Are you going to share it with me?”
“Nope.”
“Fine. I’ll call you Dan.”
His eyes flickered up toward me, but he made no move to tell me anything about himself.
“Thank you for saving me, Dan. It was very kind of you.”
I watched as he slipped the shoe off my foot before he rolled my sock down.
“What are you doing?”
I tried to take my leg away from him, but instead of getting very far I only winced at the pain that shot up my leg.
“You done?” he asked.
“You going to tell me your name?”
“Will it get you to stay still so I can patch you up properly?”
“Sure,” I said.
“Brian.”
“Do you have a last name?”
“No,” he said.
“Murphy,” the little girl said.
My eyes peeked over his shoulder to the small girl standing across the room as his head whipped around.
“Hush, Lanie,” Brian said. “What have I told you about talking to strangers?”
“Don’t do it until you’re here,” she said.
“Sounds like she’s got ya there,” I said, grinning.
Panning his gaze back to me, he propped my foot against his chest. The wet warmth of his skin sent goosebumps up my skin as I sighed. I clenched my body, trying not to shudder as I curled my toes into his muscles. My body wanted to feel any part of him he would allow me as my tits stood at attention behind the material of my bra. What the hell was wrong with me?
I watched as Brian took out some antiseptic and a pair of tweezers. I knew exactly what he was gunning for first, and I tried to pry my leg away. His eyes flew up to mine as his hand came down onto my foot, steadying his hold on me as my eyes began to water.