Unlawful Escort (Unlawful Series book 1) by Krystal Morrison Page A
Authors: Krystal Morrison
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CHAPTER TWENTY
“PAIGE! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING..?” Sebastian began before she interrupted him.
“Cold…” she slurred, her knees buckling and he caught her.
“Damn it! You’re soaking wet”, he scooped her into his arms and kicked the door closed.
She made to respond but her thoughts seemed jumbled and she struggled to keep her eyes open as he placed her on a chair. He stripped her down to her jeans and t-shirt, swearing when he saw that those were soaked as well and her teeth clattered noisily as she trembled uncontrollably.
“No!” he shouted in alarm as her eyes drifted closed and she jumped, “Don’t go to sleep”.
He deftly removed every stitch of clothing from her body, placed her on a daybed and threw a thick quilt over her before towel drying the excess water from her hair. He thought of turning up the heat but was afraid she’d go into shock. Fear twisted his gut as he glanced at her alarmingly pale blue skin as she shivered incessantly. He could call a rescue team but the time it would take for them to get there, under the present weather conditions, could be indefinite. He had to keep her talking so she wouldn’t fall asleep, as that could be detrimental at this stage.
“What happened?” he gripped her cold hands in his under the quilt and massaged vigorously.
“…Was calling on your cell…Sophia said they hadn’t seen you in two days…Was worried that you might be hurt”
His frozen heart thawed a bit at her concern. “You crazy woman. Didn’t you hear about the storm?”
He had to get her something warm to drink, he decided as her shivering continued.
He cupped her face in his palms. “I’m going to make a cup of tea for you. I know you feel sleepy but don’t close your eyes. Do you understand me?”
She nodded and he tore himself from her side and ran to the kitchen. His hands shook slightly as he dumped a packet of chocolate mixture into a cup and poured water from the kettle he had used a few moments earlier. Adding extra milk as he knew she liked it, since these past weeks in her company. He sighed in relief when he returned and saw her awake; sitting beside her, he cradled her in his arms and placed the cup to her lips.
“Sip slowly”, he instructed as he patiently fed her.
Her trembling lessened somewhat as she drank the warm substance and once finished he lifted her into his arms and mounted the stairs two at a time. He laid her gently unto his bed and increased the heat, slightly, before adjusted the blanket around her throat.
“I’m…so cold”, her voice was a mere whisper and a stab of pain lanced through his chest.
Instinctively , he removed his slacks and silk shirt and crawled beneath the blanket and drew her shivering body into his arms; allowing the heat from his body to warm her. Her head fitted between his shoulder and neck and he stroked her cheeks soothingly until her shaking diminished and ceased completely.
H er soft curves pressed into the hard length of his body and he sighed in contented bliss; burying his nose in her silky hair and inhaling the fresh, fruity scent. A strange peacefulness washed over him as he lay there in the semidarkness; the fullness of her in his arms. And for a moment he wished he could remain there in her arms forever. His hold on her tightened as his tense muscles relaxed and sleep claimed him.
He awoke the following morning to the pleasant pressure of Paige’s body slumped on top of his; her face buried in his neck. He had awoken several times throughout the night to assure himself that she was alright but he had no recollection of how she had gotten into her present position. She squirmed on top of him and his breath caught in his throat as her inner thighs pressed intimately into his hardened manhood; his snug underwear the only barrier between them.
He rolled them together, so that he was on top of her, and she moaned groggily. He propped himself on his elbow and watched, fascinated, as
CHAPTER TWENTY
“PAIGE! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING..?” Sebastian began before she interrupted him.
“Cold…” she slurred, her knees buckling and he caught her.
“Damn it! You’re soaking wet”, he scooped her into his arms and kicked the door closed.
She made to respond but her thoughts seemed jumbled and she struggled to keep her eyes open as he placed her on a chair. He stripped her down to her jeans and t-shirt, swearing when he saw that those were soaked as well and her teeth clattered noisily as she trembled uncontrollably.
“No!” he shouted in alarm as her eyes drifted closed and she jumped, “Don’t go to sleep”.
He deftly removed every stitch of clothing from her body, placed her on a daybed and threw a thick quilt over her before towel drying the excess water from her hair. He thought of turning up the heat but was afraid she’d go into shock. Fear twisted his gut as he glanced at her alarmingly pale blue skin as she shivered incessantly. He could call a rescue team but the time it would take for them to get there, under the present weather conditions, could be indefinite. He had to keep her talking so she wouldn’t fall asleep, as that could be detrimental at this stage.
“What happened?” he gripped her cold hands in his under the quilt and massaged vigorously.
“…Was calling on your cell…Sophia said they hadn’t seen you in two days…Was worried that you might be hurt”
His frozen heart thawed a bit at her concern. “You crazy woman. Didn’t you hear about the storm?”
He had to get her something warm to drink, he decided as her shivering continued.
He cupped her face in his palms. “I’m going to make a cup of tea for you. I know you feel sleepy but don’t close your eyes. Do you understand me?”
She nodded and he tore himself from her side and ran to the kitchen. His hands shook slightly as he dumped a packet of chocolate mixture into a cup and poured water from the kettle he had used a few moments earlier. Adding extra milk as he knew she liked it, since these past weeks in her company. He sighed in relief when he returned and saw her awake; sitting beside her, he cradled her in his arms and placed the cup to her lips.
“Sip slowly”, he instructed as he patiently fed her.
Her trembling lessened somewhat as she drank the warm substance and once finished he lifted her into his arms and mounted the stairs two at a time. He laid her gently unto his bed and increased the heat, slightly, before adjusted the blanket around her throat.
“I’m…so cold”, her voice was a mere whisper and a stab of pain lanced through his chest.
Instinctively , he removed his slacks and silk shirt and crawled beneath the blanket and drew her shivering body into his arms; allowing the heat from his body to warm her. Her head fitted between his shoulder and neck and he stroked her cheeks soothingly until her shaking diminished and ceased completely.
H er soft curves pressed into the hard length of his body and he sighed in contented bliss; burying his nose in her silky hair and inhaling the fresh, fruity scent. A strange peacefulness washed over him as he lay there in the semidarkness; the fullness of her in his arms. And for a moment he wished he could remain there in her arms forever. His hold on her tightened as his tense muscles relaxed and sleep claimed him.
He awoke the following morning to the pleasant pressure of Paige’s body slumped on top of his; her face buried in his neck. He had awoken several times throughout the night to assure himself that she was alright but he had no recollection of how she had gotten into her present position. She squirmed on top of him and his breath caught in his throat as her inner thighs pressed intimately into his hardened manhood; his snug underwear the only barrier between them.
He rolled them together, so that he was on top of her, and she moaned groggily. He propped himself on his elbow and watched, fascinated, as
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