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it!”
    Not exactly what she had hoped for. She leaned back, bumping up against the counter. She was so damn tired. Weakness washed through her body and her head swam dizzily. In spite of the rich blood spreading nourishment throughout her system, fatigue gutted her. Every movement brought pain. She needed more of his blood. But she had to wait, let him recover. I am not a killer. I will not kill him.
    She swayed and commanded her eyelids to stay open.
    He watched her suspiciously. “You gotta be pretty high right now, morphine, Demerol, but that wears off fast. Are you feeling any pain?”
    She shook her head, but he probably saw right through her lie. If not for the countertop, she’d have keeled over. Her meal had helped, but it wasn’t enough. Enough for what?
    “As long as you don’t bite me, I will treat your wounds and get you some clothes. Biting is off limits, you understand?”
    She nodded agreement . For now .
     
     
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Chapter 5
     
     
    He had to chang e his underwear before he did anything else with the nutjob in his kitchen. Whatever she did to him, he had lost his load, right in his pants. Hell, he was still sporting a semi. He almost fell over trying to step out of his boxer shorts. The damn woman had left him high and light-headed. He grabbed the water bottle off the nightstand and guzzled it down as he looked to the gun cabinet in his closet.
    He checked the lock on the cabinet door to make sure she couldn’t steal one of his guns. The way she latched onto him with her chompers, he wouldn’t put it past her to try something else.
    But damn it felt good when she bit him. He was itching to ask her to do it again. That was the freakiest thing he’d ever felt. Like snorting cocaine and catching an awesome blow job, all at the same time.
    His hands shook as he slipped on some jeans and caught his composure. He found her right where he left her, on his bar stool by the kitchen counter. Definitely have to Lysol the countertops and furniture.
    He handed her a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. “It’s all I have that will fit. Bathroom’s over there.”
    S he grabbed the clothes and her huge doe eyes stared at him unblinking. He knew what she was waiting for, but dammit, he didn’t want to get that personal. Crazy chick probably needed help getting dressed. He had caught a full pussy shot as she crab-walked away from him, and she hadn’t seemed to mind. The woman had no modesty.
    This is why he had avoided the nursing routine. He had no stomach for bedpans and wiping asses. But, he needed her clothes off anyways, to check out her wounds. “Do you need a hand?”
    She looked down at his hand, as if he would hack it off and give it to her. Then her eyes traveled to the bulge in his jeans, like she knew her effect on him. The crazy chicks always know. This was the single weirdest experience he’d ever had with a woman.
    She looked over to the bathroom across the room and back at him. “Yes, I need help.” The brat had a twinkle of mischief in her eyes.
    He blew out a long sigh and accepted the unpleasant task. “Alright.” He came to her, warily, and slid his arm around her slender waist, her hospital gown crumpling as he helped her walk to the bathroom. Definitely need to scrub up with antibacterial soap before this night is through.
    “ Stay off the neck.” He mustered all his considerable severity and eyed her. “I mean it.”
    “Okay.” She spoke so quietly, like a dainty little woman made of glass, ready to shatter at the slightest mistreatment. You’d have thought he just stomped on her toes the way she looked all butt-hurt.
    There was something strange about her eyes. She never blinked, always held his gaze directly. Most women would look away, or smile, or fidget uncomfortably. Not her, she just stared. He suspected a man could become completely lost in those dark orbs.
    A smile quirked his lips. She was probably a lesbian. Seems like most of the hot chicks have gone