Stitch Jaime Lewis (miss read books txt) 📖

She watched him disappear into his closet, then reappear seconds later dressed in a pair of black sweatpants, and she swore her tongue rolled out of her mouth like those cartoon characters.

He said he would help with whatever she needed, and she wondered if that included helping with the ache she had between her legs. Him standing there with his upper body full of muscles on display made her pussy ache just about as bad as her ribs felt.  Her body temperature skyrocketed, and she damned her libido at a time like this. Being with Stitch in the bathtub felt so good and so right. Thank god he sat in silence and didn’t want to talk, because she wasn’t sure she would be able to concentrate on what he was saying when all that she could focus on was his erection pressing into her back.

Stitch walked over and picked up some shopping bags she hadn’t seen by the door, and she wondered where they came from.

“Alex picked up a few things for you. She wasn’t sure what you needed, so I told her to get you whatever she thought you’d need between clothes and personal items.”  He dumped the contents of the bags onto the bed then looked at her.

“Why do you look flushed?” He asked her, and she damned her traitorous body.

Probably because of the naughty thoughts she was thinking. Not that she was going to tell him that. She looked at the items on the bed and noticed a couple of pairs of sexy thong panties laying right on the top of the pile of stuff he had just dumped out. He must have noticed because he looked down at the panties, then looked back at her and gave her a devilish smile.  “Nice.” She swore her face must have turned fifty freaking shades of red.

He picked up the black lace undergarment lying on top, walked over to her, and squatted down. “Put your hands on my shoulders.” The tone of voice was deep and sexy sounding. She focused on his handsome face, and then her eyes traveled to his shoulders that he wanted her to hold on to. Was he out of his mind?  If she touched those muscles of his, she wasn’t going to want to stop at his shoulders. She heard him chuckle and looked back into his eyes that were twinkling and full of mischief.

“I would love to know what you were just thinking about because your cheeks are so rosy right now that it is downright sexy and cute.”

She cleared her throat and rolled her eyes, trying to act unaffected while gripping his shoulders. “Let’s just get this over with.” When he laughed, she could feel the muscles jump under her fingertips, and she bit her lip to keep from moaning as he slid the panties up her legs and under the towel, letting his fingertips glide over her skin. It was intimate and oh so stimulating. She was going to kill Alex when she saw her. Well, she may thank her first before she killed her.

She jerked when his hands patted her ass before he stood up, towering over her short frame.  She wasn’t sure what to think right now.  She was frazzled and sexually aroused that she wanted to pop a pain pill, wait long enough for it to kick in and throw him onto the bed and ride him into the sunset or until the pill knocked her out. Holy shit balls, being isolated with him for who knows how long was going to be agony if she couldn’t get her hands on him.

“Now, the shirt.” He told her as he carefully and skillfully maneuvered the wet shirt over her head while she clutched the towel to her body.  Standing in just a towel and a thong, she should be cold, but considering how turned on she was, the heat flowing through her veins was enough warmth to ward off the chill.

“What do you want to wear to bed?” He held up some tops that Alex had gotten, but they were camisoles, similar to what she wore last night. They were fitted, which meant they would cling to her body. She was going to have her ribs wrapped, so she wanted something loose. But nothing in the pile of clothes on the bed looked to be loose-fitting. She looked at Stitch and shook her head.  “Can I wear one of your t-shirts?”

He grinned, then walked into the closet again and came back with a dark green t-shirt. He helped her put it on, and once the soft, well-worn shirt was in place, he stepped back, and she watched as his smile grew.

“Fucking perfect,” he said, staring at her chest.  Okay, she had boobs, but they were nothing to hit home about—at least in her book—but when she looked down and read what the shirt said, she couldn’t help but smirk.

“Watson’s Property”

She looked back toward him and raised an eyebrow. “Nice, Stitch. Do you have a stockpile of these you give to all of your women?”

He frowned as if she had hurt his feelings.  “I only have one of those, and you’re wearing it.”

She felt bad for insulting him.  She was just trying to be funny.  “Stitch, I’m sorry.”

He kissed her forehead.  “I’m not mad.”

“No, but you’re upset, and that wasn’t my intention.”

“Mia, I swear I’m not mad or upset.”  He winked at her.  “You look good as my property.” She grinned, and he walked back over to the bed and grabbed a pair of loose-fitting pajama pants and held them up.  “How about these?”

“Perfect.”

“Yes, you are.” He replied, then bent down to help her as she stepped into them, again making her blush.

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Dinner was a quiet affair, and Stitch was glad for the silence.  Again, he was forced to hide his anger. Before they had come downstairs, he had wrapped her ribs, and the discoloration along her mid-section infuriated him.  He had broken ribs before, and seeing the damage to