Aleena studied his expression for a moment and then released his hands.
“Good girl,” he praised her and then effortlessly pulled her pants down and off, being careful with her knees, leaving her in pink panties and her white silk top.
He sat her back down and then reached for the washcloth. He wrung it out and started on her face where there was a bit of blood and dirt still evident. From there, he went to her legs and started working on the dried blood.
“I don’t know if you noticed, but your pants are trash.”
She straightened. “Really? Darn, I really liked them.”
“I’ll buy you a new pair.”
She shook her head. “No, I’ve got plenty of pants. I’ve got almost twenty.”
He grinned. The women in the past he’d dated would have thousands of dollars’ worth of clothes in a packed closet and still think they needed more.
He continued to wash away the blood, concentrating really hard on keeping his gaze on her knees and not the junction of her thighs and pink panties.
He wiped a drop of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.
“If you’re hot, turn off the fireplace.”
He bit his tongue to keep from blurting out. It wasn’t the fire making him hot, it was her pussy a foot from his face.
“I’m fine. Okay, they are clean,” he said and then turned around for some antibiotic cream and bandages.
She looked over his shoulder at the box. “Do you have any pretty ones?”
He chuckled. “No, baby. I’m sorry. I’ll make sure I get some.”
He got a fresh bowl of water and washed her hands off. He looked over the small hand he had cradled in his palm. “I think these are fine.”
“But, I think I should have a Band-Aid on this.” She pointed out a dark-red scratch on her hand that still bled a little. “Don’t you?”
He bit his tongue to keep from laughing at how serious she was. “I think you’re right.” He put a Band-Aid on her hand. “Any other places I missed?”
She shook her head and smiled. “You’d make an excellent doctor.”
He couldn’t prevent the laugh that burst from his throat. He hated blood and had previously passed out when he’d seen something gruesome, but he wasn’t going to tell her that.
“I’ll be right back.” He came back with one of his shirts and a pair of socks. “This will have to do until we get some clothes for you.”
“You could just take me home. I’m planning on wearing my pants home.”
“It will hurt your knees. You’ll wear this shirt. Now, I need to feed you.”
“Okay. I am hungry, and then I’ll go home.”
He didn’t say anything. He made her lie down on a pillow and then covered her up with a blanket he’d brought from the bedroom.
She giggled. “You’re acting like I’m sick.”
He crouched by her head and smoothed the hair from her face. “I just want you to rest. Can you do that for me?”
She nodded slowly.
He could feel her gaze follow him as he went into the kitchen.
“Dammit,” he hissed under his breath. He’d gone through all his cupboards and refrigerator, and there was nothing. Screw it. I’ll just order in.