So Sensitive (Hard to Get 1)

“How can you tel just from a single word?”

“I can see it on your face; hear it in your breathless voice. And, I can smel the delicious scent of your arousal, Gracie.”

“Oh.”

He winked and stepped back, away from temptation. He slid open a dresser drawer and pul ed out a pair of worn, cotton shorts and an old Tshirt from his army days. “Here.” He handed them to her. “You can wear these.”

She didn’t take them. Instead, she crossed her arms over her chest and said, “I could just put my own clothes back on.”

“Uh-uh. I’d much rather see you in my clothes.” He pul ed her arms away from her body and started to dress her. “Raise your arms over your head for me, sweetheart.” When she did, he was careful not to hurt her as he slipped the T-shirt over her cast. After pul ing it down, hiding the al ure of her gorgeous breasts, Wade knelt down and started on her shorts. To distract himself from the fact that her soft pussy was within kissing distance, he asked, “How’s the wrist feeling? Need another half a pil ?”

Gracie placed her hands on his shoulders for support. “I think it might be time for another. It’s a little sore.”

As he tugged the shorts up her calves, he sent her a hard glare. “How sore?”

She took over tugging the shorts on once they reached her thighs. Dressed now, she stepped back. “Just a twinge, real y.”

She was lying to him; he could see it in the way she frowned and bit her lower lip. “You’re more than a little sore.” He stood and closed the distance between them. “You should have said something earlier.”

Her chin went up in the air. Damn, she was adorable. If she was going for intimidating, it wasn’t working for shit. “Wel , I’m saying something now.”

He heard a knock on the front door. “Ah, saved by the knock.” Wade grabbed her hand; entwining their fingers seemed as natural as breathing. “Come on; let’s get those pil s, then we can get to work on those e-mails.”

“What’s Jonas going to do with them?”

When they were halfway down the stairs, Jonas knocked again. Impatient bastard. “He’l try to track down the IP address. I would do it myself, but computers boggle my mind. I’m lucky to get the damn thing turned on.”

When they reached the living room, Gracie looked up at him and grinned. “So, Jonas is the brains, and you’re the muscle, huh?”

She was tweaking him, and he loved it. The wal was coming down. He cupped her chin in his palm, more because he wanted an excuse to touch her than anything else, and growled, “Be good.”

She rose on her toes and murmured, “Or what?”

Wade started to tel her, but Jonas’s fist against the door interrupted him. What had he been thinking texting Jonas? He could stil be wrapped around Gracie, al warm and cozy.

In two long strides, Wade crossed the room and flung the door wide. “Wil you stop it already! I heard you the first time, damn it.”

Jonas pushed his way in. Some things never changed. “Hel , took you long enough.”

Wade reached over and flipped on the light. “A little fucking patience would do you good.”

Jonas’s face split into a grin when he saw Gracie standing in the middle of the room. Wade watched him rake his gaze over her body, slowly.

When he seemed fixated on her chest, Wade pushed him, hard, ready to gouge the lecher’s eyes out. Jonas stumbled, but wasn’t dismayed.

He started toward Gracie. To what? Hug her? Flirt? No way in hel . Wade moved around him, cutting him off and effectively blocking Jonas’s view of Gracie’s sweet tits. “Gracie, can you grab your computer and boot it up for me?”

“Sure.”

After Gracie turned around, Jonas flipped him off and whispered, “Kil joy.”

Wade felt a headache coming on. “Let’s remember why you’re here.”

Jonas waved a hand in the air. “IP address. Stalker. Yeah, yeah.”

Gracie moved past them and went to the kitchen table. Wade stared, transfixed by her precise movements. Her fiery red hair was al mussed and looking sexier than ever. The voluptuous curves of her ass beckoned him to reach out and squeeze. She sat the laptop on the oak tabletop, then pul ed out a chair and sat down. He noted the way she used only her right hand. Already she was getting used to doing things one-handed.

Then he remembered the pain pil s. He looked around the room for her purse but came up short. “Where’s your purse?”