Page 158 of Marrying the Billionaire Single Dad

I peek under the sheet. "What the hell?" I gasp, "where are my clothes?"

"Had to take them off, since they got wet when I was dressing your head wound."

I touch my forehead and pain flashes behind my eyes. "Ow." I gasp.

"Let me see that." He leans over me and his scent intensifies. His chest planes ripple, his biceps bunch as he reaches across.

I pull away, and he frowns. "I won’t hurt you."

Why don’t I believe you?

"Unless you want me to?" His lips twist, "Do you want me to, hurt you, my little stowaway...?"