Moves Like Jagger by Dakota Cassidy

Moves Like Jagger by Dakota Cassidy

Author:Dakota Cassidy
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Book Boutiques
Published: 2019-01-18T16:00:00+00:00


Chapter 9

She’d woken around two in the morning, feeling much better. Hopefully this was just a twenty-four hour thing and she’d be back on her feet in no time. They had a looney-tunes bear to capture. It was no time to lie down on the job.

Waking to find Jagger’s big body stuffed into her small bed like a giant in a Lilliputian’s resting place left her warm all over. His feet hung over the edge of the mattress and his head was tilted at an awkward angle, crushed up against the white headboard.

He’d stayed to take care of her. He’d pampered and fussed and tucked her in.

A thrill shot through her. God, he was a great guy.

She’d slid as quietly as possible from the bed, pulling the covers up over he and Scar, and had gone to grab a shower in order to ease the residual ache of her cold.

Now, she lay next to him once more, her eyes heavy, her heart full.

“You’re awake,” he whispered, deep and thick into the darkness.

“I am.”

“How do you feel?”

“Much better. I took a hot shower to wash away the aches and pains and drank a gallon of water to rehydrate, Dr. Durov. I’m fit as a fiddle.”

Jagger sat up on his elbow and smiled down at her when she rolled to face him, curving her head into her forearm. “You look much better.”

“On a scale of one to hideous, what would you rate me?” she teased.

He slid in closer, flattening his arm and laying his head on it. “At least a two.”

“So some residual hideousness?”

Jagger reached out a finger and traced the outline of her lips. “Well, you could have done something with your hair.”

She laughed even as her pulse quickened. “But at least I don’t have morning breath.”

His eyes widened in mock horror as he tucked a wet strand of hair behind her ear. “Are you saying I do?”

Leaning into his palm, she stretched her legs and pointed her toes to keep them from curling. “I’m not saying a thing.”

He trailed his fingers along her cheek and down along the column of her throat. “What happened to the onesie pajamas? They were pretty sexy as onesies go.”

“I decided to keep you guessing by putting on sweats and an old T-shirt.”

“I’ve seen you naked. There is no guessing.”

“I’ve seen you naked now, too, don’t forget.”

“Right. We’re even-steven.”

“Totally,” she said on a sigh when he skimmed the top of her T-shirt, just skirting her breasts.

“So are you sure you’re feeling better?”

“Why do you ask, Dr. Durov?”

“Wellll, I was considering using some of my smooth moves on you, but if you still feel crappy, I can restrain myself.”

“It’s the holey sweats, isn’t it? Works every time.”

Jagger inched closer until they were nose to nose, his palm caressing the slope of her hip. “Have you used this wicked sorcery on other suitors?”

Curving into him, Viv bit the inside of her cheek to fight a groan. “Not in a long time. But look at me getting back on the horse.



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