Free One Hot Momma by Cara North Page A

only his left arm. His chest and forehead were glistening with sweat. His pajama bottoms hung low on his hips, and for the first time since the accident, she looked at him in an appreciative way not like he was fragile and helpless. Under all the bruising, he was still all lean muscle and determination. That was the stubborn man she knew and loved. He staggered. She moved under his left arm and unwillingly he allowed some of his weight to rest on her. He was a heavy man. “Just let me help you in there okay?”
    He cursed a blue streak, but he didn’t tell her no .
    “Shit,” he said as they finally got to the commode. “I can’t use my right hand.”
    “You want me to hold it for you?” He couldn’t see her face, but she was blushing, that much he knew for sure.
    “You wish.” He growled. “I need you to undo my pajamas and help me turn around. I can pee sitting down.”
    “Really?” She didn’t mean to sound so surprised but she was. This whole conversation was scandalous.
    “Pants.” He shifted his weight from her to the wall. His left side was going to be as sore as his right if he wasn’t careful.
    Layla quickly undid his pants, tugged them past his knees, and helped him turn around.
    “I can take it from here. I’ll call you when I need to go back. I need to rest a minute.” He sounded so out of breath and defeated as she left him.
    Layla closed the door to the bathroom and took the opportunity to fix up his bed again. She fluffed the pillows, pulled the sheets tight, and tried to clear a path from the bathroom to the bed without moving the large sturdy chair too far away in case he needed to stop again on the way back. She knew this was hard for him. His pride was bruised more than his ribs right now, but what else could she do?

Chapter 8
    Once back in the bed he fell right into a deep sleep.
    He vaguely remembered her bringing him something to drink in the middle of the night. He definitely remembered Jack helping him to the bathroom this morning when Layla had taken the kids to school. He was grateful his brother was there. He didn’t want to have too many trips to the bathroom with Layla as his keeper.
    “What’s that?” he asked as she brought in a square tub and set it on the tray table.
    “Sponge bath.” She shrugged. “You can’t get in the shower, or the bathtub, so…”
    He let a stream of curses fly under his breath.
    “You know I don’t care that you have taken to cursing like a sailor in my presence, but please don’t do it in front of Savannah and Brice. They will join you as foul mouthed crew members in no time.” She rang the cloth out and stepped toward him.
    “I… I won’t. It…” He knew it hurt but also knew he would never curse like that in front of children. He had never cursed in front of Layla before now.
    She pulled back his sheets and noticed he was in boxers. “How did you?”
    “Jack came over while you took the kids to school.” He watched her as she uncovered him completely. Never in his wildest dreams was Layla his servant. In most of his fantasies, he had been the one rescuing her, taking care of her, driving her wild with lust. Now here she was, in a pair of jeans and a well-fitted T-shirt taking care of him. Planning to give him a sponge bath no less. He made a sound of irritation at the thought.
    “What?” she asked as the warm cloth made contact with his skin.
    “Nothing.” He closed his eyes so as not to be betrayed by his face. Of course, he was sure other parts of his anatomy were going to be harder to control.
    She let it drop. He tried to think of something, anything other than Layla touching him. She spent extra time at his neck and shoulders, and that relaxed him too much. It was useless to resist her effect on him. She caressed him everywhere but where he wanted her to touch him by the time it was over. His cock strained against the boxers he now tented.
    She made no mention of his erection. He was sure she noticed. His brain was