She covered his wrists with her hands and smiled dreamily up at him. She felt…wonderful.
“I’m good. Better than good. Wonderful.” She felt suddenly shy despite everything they’d done and she dropped her hands from his wrists and tried to pull away.
“Stay right there,” he ordered and went to his closet where he fetched a shirt and a pair of boxers from his dresser. “Put these on.” He assisted her, even though she tried to swat his hands away. Before she was done, he’d pulled back the sheets of his bed and settled her there.
“Wes, I’m fine—” He silenced her with a shake of his head.
“Rest. I put you through a lot. I’ll go check on dinner and get you something to drink.” He threw on a pair of jeans before she could stop him.
She stared at the empty doorway in shock. The last thing she wa
