She wore a pale green nightgown that only covered her to just below her hips, leaving her shapely legs exposed. The fabric was so light and sheer, her taut nipples made little points, the rosy-brown areolas a tempting shadow beneath. His groin tightened. He wanted to leave before he embarrassed himself. Emma scooted out the door so fast, he had no choice but to stay and administer the ice bag. “Are you going to be all right in here by yourself?” “I’ll be fine.” “I’ll lock the door on my way out.” She worried her lip. “I’d rather you left it unlocked.” He shook his head. “Not happening.” “What if there’s a fire and I can’t get out fast enough? If I call for help, no one will be able to get to me.” “Do you want me to stay?” “No.” “Don’t worry, I’m not planning on climbing in bed with you and ravaging your body, no matter how sexy you are in that.”
