Wicked Ink. Misty Simon
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the cut, careful not to rub against the raw edges and make it worse. He was going to need stitches. It would be a shame for his beautiful chest to be marked by scars, but it was probably inevitable. At least he had enough darkly inked tattoos to make it less noticeable.
After she cleaned the cut, she grabbed a bottle of whiskey she had found in the cupboard above the refrigerator and poured it into the wound while trying to soothe him with words.
He shot up off the couch and nearly took her out with a fist, but she still had catlike reflexes from all those years of ducking hits. She grabbed his arm and pinned it between the couch and her body to keep him still. She didn’t want a black eye for her efforts, thank you very much.
Laying her hands on his ribs, she willed him to settle down. It was something she’d learned during her time in rehab. While it didn’t always work, it was worth a try.
He came off the couch in a rigid arc, his head pressed into the cushions and his heels digging into the arm of the couch. She tried again, having seen someone who was coming down off drugs do the same thing long ago. At the thought of drugs, she got sick to her stomach again. It would be a huge shame if he were a drug addict or a dealer. He always seemed like such a good guy—hardworking and friendly. But appearances couldn’t always be trusted.
Memories tried to assail her, eating at the edges of her mind, but she thrust them away. She would not go back down that dark hole where she’d lost control of herself after her mother’s death. She had turned to someone whom she’d thought had her best interests at heart, but instead he’d consumed her soul. He’d hooked her with drugs, then kept her by his side by making her believe she wasn’t worth more than a dime bag.
She was different now. Better. Clean. There was no need to go back to the ugly times when they were behind her.
Regardless of what Garrett might or might not have done, he was a human being. She was not going to let someone else die again while she stood by and fluttered her hands like some too-stupid-to-live heroine in an old romance novel.
At the second touch of her hands, the breath rushed out of him, and he clenched his jaw so hard she could hear his teeth grinding together.
Then he relaxed, his brow unfurrowing, his arm going limp against her body, his back sagging against the leather cushions. She stroked his forehead, murmuring soft, nonsensical things—things that might not mean anything but seemed to calm him nonetheless. She was certain the storm had passed for the moment, which was why he caught her so totally off guard. One minute he was relaxed, and the next his hard lips were fastened to her as if he were drawing her very soul from her.
His previously limp hand caged her neck as he deepened the kiss. Her mouth opened without her express permission, and she rode the tide of the feelings surging in her chest.
His lips were hard, his kiss demanding. He explored her mouth with his eyes closed. She should have closed her eyes, too, to better revel in the feel of him, but she couldn’t seem to stop staring at his divine face…and she was powerless to make herself pull away. Sure, she knew in her heart that he was far, far out of her league. But who could blame her for sinking into the sensation of being held by Garrett?
As quickly as the kiss had started, it stopped, and he sank back against the couch again without ever opening his eyes.
She slumped back on her heels, stunned. What on earth had just happened? Would he even remember the kiss? She should just forget it. Chalk it up to a moment out of time. Yes, that’s what she’d do. She was only happy that he had fallen unconscious in front of her rather than alone in his apartment.
Once she calmed her racing breath and rubbed at her tingling lips, she returned to reality. She listened to his breathing, grateful that it was smooth and regular. She took a small step away from the couch, but kept glancing back at him even as she let her gaze run over the apartment. Somehow she had to distract herself from the incredible feeling of his lips on hers, the way his hand had cradled her head and sent something akin to electricity charging though her entire body.
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