Page 115 of Knight’s Dominion

“You won’t hurt me,” he said gruffly. “Besides a few bruises, my bones have repaired themselves.” He held her to him, his hands moving over her narrow hips, her now more prominent rib cage. “You stayed with me, beside me, for five days?”

She nodded.

“Angel,” he choked.

She cupped his face again. “I was where I was supposed to be, where I wanted to be.”

“You haven’t been eating. I can feel your fucking ribs.”

“I ate.”

She couldn’t eat, because he’d barely let her move.

He sat up, relieved that except for a few aches and pains and a bit of dizziness from lack of food, he felt fine. He planted Grace on the bed and pulled the IV feeding fluids into his body free.

“Where are you going, you’re still recovering?” Grace was about to follow him, but he planted a hand against her belly and stopped her. “Stay here.”

“Hang on a minute…”

“Promise me, you will not move?”

Her eyes narrowed, but she dipped her chin.

Chaos pulled on a pair of sweatpants, and after a quick bathroom break, because he needed to piss big-time, he headed to the kitchen. He made her a couple sandwiches—and ate two himself while he was at it. Then he poured her some juice and downed a glass himself.

Grace was still sitting in his bed when he walked back in.

He handed her a sandwich. “Eat it all,” he ordered.

“What about you?” She held it back out for him.

He’d laugh if he wasn’t so focused on seeing her eat the damn food. “I had mine.” When she didn’t make a move to take a bite, he said, “I promise. I ate in the kitchen.”

Finally, she took a bite, her eyes closing and a little moan slipping free as she chewed. He sat watching her until she was done. “Now the drink.”

She dutifully finished that as well.

As her throat worked, liquid making her lips glisten, he felt his body tighten and his cock grew hard.

“I’m supposed to be the one taking care of you,” she said.

“You did, angel.” He held out his hand and she took it instantly.

Yeah, he liked that. So fucking much. He stood, tugging her with him gently.

“Where are we going?” she asked, sounding kind of amused.

The food had helped, the weakness sliding from his bones. “Shower.”

He led her to the smaller room and turned on the water. When he turned back to her, Grace had removed his shirt that she’d been wearing. She tossed it in the hamper, followed by her underwear. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and he ate up the sight of her, his mouth going dry. Fuck, she was perfect. Small, high breasts, narrow but nicely round hips. Thinner yes, but still so damn gorgeous.

Grace took a step toward him, and all those lean, hard-won muscles flexed as she moved. So fucking strong. Inside and out.

“Beautiful,” he rasped.

God, so beautiful.

He wanted to kiss her, badly, but he’d been out cold for five days. “Climb in.”