"You don't have to explain. " Her sad smile was so full of compassion. "You truly don't. "
"No'One - "
She held up her hand. "There's no need to explain - by the way, the flowers in here are gorgeous. I've never smelled such a bouquet. "
"They're out in the hall, actually. Fritz changes them every two days. Listen, can I do something for you?"
"Have you not done enough," she countered.
"I'd like to bring you some food. "
Her graceful brows peaked. "I wouldn't wish for you to trouble yourself - "
"But you are hungry, right?"
"Well. . . yes. . . "
"So I'll be back in a minute. "
He shifted off the mattress quick, and unconsciously braced himself for the world to tilt wildly. But there was no light-headedness, no need to reclaim his balance, no loopy shit. His body was raring to go as he walked around the foot of the bed -
No'One's eyes fell upon him, and the expression on her face stopped him dead in his tracks.
That speculation was back in her eyes. Hunger, too.
He hadn't considered whether there was ever going to be a repeat when it had been happening. But given the way she stared at him. . . the answer would appear to be a big "yes," at least from her point of view.
"Do you like what you see," he asked in a too-deep voice.
"Yes. . . "
Well, didn't that get him hard: Below his waist, his cock shot right back to attention - and damned if her eyes didn't lock on and watch the show.
"I have other things I want to do to you," he growled. "That could be just the beginning. If you want. "
Her lips parted, her eyelids sinking low. "Do you want that?"
"Yeah, I do. "
"Then I would say. . . yes, please. "
He nodded once at her, as if they had struck some kind of deal. Then he had to force himself away from the bed.
Going over to the closet, he pulled on a pair of jeans and went for the door.
"Anything in particular?" he asked before he left.
No'One slowly shook her head, her lids still low, her mouth still parted, her cheeks still flushed. Man. . . she had no idea how enticing she looked in that big, rumpled bed, her robe draping off the side of the mattress, her neat-as-a-pin hairdo feathered with blond wisps, her scent as strong and seductive as ever.
Maybe food could wait. Especially as he noticed that her bare legs were showing in the midst of the tangled duvet.
Yeah, he had plans for them. Over-the-shoulder kinds of plans -
Abruptly, she yanked the covers over her crippled one, hiding it from him.
Tohr marched right back over to her, and resolutely pulled the duvet back where it had been. Tracing the badly healed wounds with his fingertips, he met her squarely in the eye.
"You're beautiful. Every inch