Not Enough: Is love ever enough? (The Enough Series Book 1) Read Free Page A

thoughtful,” I reply sweetly.
    I am surprised when he leads Boss into the house and then
just lets him loose. “Come on Rylee I remember seeing the first aid kit in the
kitchen.”
    I am in awe of this house, it is even nicer than I would have
imagined. The entry boasts a high ceiling and exquisite marble columns. I catch
a glimpse of the living room on the way into the kitchen, and it has exquisite
hardwood floors. The kitchen is stunning with top of the line stainless steel
appliances. The counters are black marble with red accents in the backsplashes.
It looks like a chef’s wet dream in here.
    After locating the first aid kit Austin walks over as I am
ogling his space. He places his hands on my either side of my waist lifting me
up to the sit on the edge of the island. I feel like an errant like a child.
His touch sends a jolt through me I swear jump-starts my heart. I no longer
feel like a child. He has awoken parts of me I left for dead years ago. Oh
boy .
    He removes my shoes and socks with finesse before placing my
feet in the sink. He then pours antiseptic over the gashes in my knees. The
germ-killing liquid is like fire against my broken skin. As I wince from the
burning sensation, he wipes the dried blood off my shins. Completely mortified
I try to take the rag away from him but he declines with a playful slap of my
wrist.
    “So Rylee tell me besides being drug around by your dog what
do you do for fun?”
    He cleans my palms and removes the gravel chunks further
igniting the desire I feel for him. Trying to ignore the feelings engulfing my
system I reply, “I don’t. I work and workout that is all I time for these days.”
    The sensation of his hands on me, even in this clinical way,
has my body responding in a myriad of inappropriate ways. The butterflies in my
stomach, lump in my throat, and raging want between my thighs tell me he is
trouble. He is simply playing the white knight to my damsel in distress and we
all know how those stories end. That ending is why I will have to end this beginning.
    Once he seems satisfied with his cleaning he pulls out two
boxes of character Band-Aids, making me laugh. He holds them up with absolute
delight on his face. “So what will it be Scooby and the Gang or Darth Vader,” he
asks with mocking humor.
    I cannot believe a grown man has not one but two boxes of
character Band-Aids in his first aid kit. “Scooby for sure, he seems like he
would be better suited for this job,” I say with sarcasm and a slight eye roll.
    Pulling the strips from the back of the bandage, he gently
places several across my open wounds. My skin tingles with every touch of his
fingers. I cannot believe I am sitting here while Austin Black bandages me,
what a strange turn of events.
    “You are right; I think Scooby fits you well. All done,
gorgeous.” Did he call me gorgeous? As he removes his strong hands from my near
trembling legs, I suddenly miss them and the feelings they stimulate. Austin Black
is capable of being my kryptonite.
    As he bends over to retrieve a bottle of water out of the
fridge, I cannot help checking out the amazing view. I would love to get my
hands on that ass. Jesus, Rylee snap out of it before he catches you
drooling. As I am staring at him, I do not even notice when he looks back
and asks me a question.
    “Huh, I’m sorry what did you say?”
    With a smirk on his face he replies, “Oh nothing important,
you can resume objectifying me.” I am beyond embarrassed he caught me checking
out his perfect ass so I attempt to cover.
    “I was doing no such thing, arrogant aren’t you,” I retort in
disgust. Although I feel myself blush as the lie leaves my lips.
    “Rylee, why are you embarrassed I have been checking you out
since you walked up.” And just like that I have got to get out of here, it
seems the physical attraction is mutual. I can’t take the chance with a man
like Austin. He has already proven he has innate powers over my traitorous
body.
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