The Last Marine by Cara Crescent

Author:Cara Crescent [Crescent, Cara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cara Crescent Books, LLC.
Published: 2015-12-23T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

He reached the light and bent down with her in his arms to look through the man-sized hole situated waist-high on the wall. Inside, the stone floor was clear of critters and shit and a pool curved around the far wall. “Get in.” He lowered her enough that she could crawl through without putting her feet down on this side. Then he pulled off the goggles and followed her through, pausing to dust the critters from his boots.

The stones glowed. Not all of them, but long flowing veins of iridescent stone wove into the gray rock walls. Stalactites hung from the ceiling and stalagmites poked up from the ground around the edges of the cave, streaks of luminous minerals swirling through the cone-shaped formations.

“It’s beautiful.” Prudence stared into the pool. The rocks made the red-tinged liquid glow.

At least after a bath he wouldn’t have to worry so much about infection. The claw marks stung like hell, telling him the cuts were caked with dirt and sweat and God knew what else.

She turned and her eyes widened and she let out a gasp. “You’re hurt.”

“It’s nothing.”

“I’ll decide.”

There was no avoiding her unless he wanted to go sleep with the worms. It was as if she’d suddenly grown twenty arms, no matter which way he turned, there she was, prodding his wounds. “Jesus, lad—”

Her eyes narrowed.

“Angel.”

She tugged at the remnants of his shirt. “Take this off, or at least what’s left of it.”

He pulled his shirt off, trying not to wince at the tug and burn of torn flesh. Thick gashes crossed his chest, the centers of the cuts wider than the ends. “I’ll go for a swim and be fine. The water is antiseptic, remember. You first. Go on, you’re covered in blood.”

“Stop. Enough with the ‘women first’ philosophy. You’re hurt and you probably need stitches on some of those. Get in the water.” Her eyes blazed with annoyance, but her hands were undoing his pants. “This is the exact reason why I didn’t want to do this. Look at you.” She lifted her hand to wave at the gashes over his chest and arms. “You’re a mess. What if you get an infection?” She knelt down and started taking off his shoes. “Lift your foot.”

He complied while he tried to figure her out. He couldn’t remember ever having anyone yell at him while they undressed him before. Was she coming around to admitting she was wrong?

“Look at how red and swollen your skin is around those cuts. You may as well have served yourself up on a silver platter. All you missed was putting an apple in your mouth. This was the most reckless thing I’ve seen you do.”

“Reckless?” He yanked off her shirt, dropped it to the floor and went after her pants.

“What are you doing?”

Her hair swung forward to cover her face as she looked down at where his hands worked on her pants.

“You’re getting in the water. No need to be shy, Angel. I’m pretty damn sure I’ve licked every square inch of your body.

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