He placed the blanket over her, making her whip off her T-shirt first before covering her up from chin to toes. She wasn’t actually that cold, but she was grateful to be covered. It was strange being nearly naked when he was dressed, even if his gaze hadn’t lingered on her boobs at all.
That had been a little disconcerting.
The first part of the examination was pretty typical. He took her pulse. Then her blood pressure, telling her it was on the low side. Then he’d felt her glands, looked in her mouth and ears.
“Right, baby doll, how often do you examine your breasts?”
“Umm…” Had she ever done that?
“Caley,” he said in a scolding voice. He lowered the blanket down, exposing her breasts. Her nipples were hard peaks. “You’re not too cold? We can move this into the living room if you are.”
She should go with the excuse. But it was toasty warm in here. Her nipples were just traitorous little hussies who seemed to be at Issy’s beck and call.
“I’m okay,” she croaked out.
Was it possible for her to be any more embarrassed? Really?
He’s given you several orgasms, Caley.
It seemed to be his cure for her waking up at night. He’d make her come before massaging her neck or head until she fell back asleep.
“You have beautiful breasts, baby doll,” he murmured to her. She opened her eyes and looked up at him.
“They’re small.”
“They’re perfect.” There was no mistaking the serenity in his voice. And Issy didn’t lie. He wasn’t even one to say something in order to spare someone’s feelings. If he said it. He meant it.
She almost thought that might be what she liked most about him. There was no subterfuge.
“Let’s see if we can warm them up a bit.” He shocked her by leaning over and taking one nipple in his mouth while his hand cupped her other breast, the palm brushing against her tight bud.
She groaned, pressing her body up, trying to get closer to him. He suckled on her nipple for long moments then drew back and blew over it. She shivered at the feeling that travelled through her body.
He moved to her other nipple, engulfing it in his mouth.
Okay, maybe his honesty wasn’t the thing she liked most about him. Maybe it was his mouth.
The man was multi-talented. He drew back, staring down at her with warm eyes. “Such a beautiful girl. My girl.”
His girl.
And then there was this soft, caring side which she wasn’t sure many people got to see.
There was a lot to like about this man. He might have his flaws, but he wore them loud and proud. He didn’t hide them away, like a dirty secret.
Like Dave did with his drinking.
Don’t think about that. Like Archer said, he wasn’t here to defend himself and all it was doing was causing her pain.
“Caley? You okay?” Issy stared down at her with concern in his eyes.
“Yes. I’m all right.”
He studied her for a moment but didn’t question her like Archer might have. Guilt flooded her. She shouldn’t be thinking of Archer right now.
God, she missed him though. It was okay to miss him, wasn’t it? He was her friend.
“Reach up and put your hand behind your head. That’s it.”