Her heart thumped as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes. His shirt fell open at the movement, and she couldn't look away, wondering where that furious wave of need was coming from.
"Angie."
She heard it in his voice and instead of fear, the woman inside responded. "Yes."
Marc's eyes snapped open, but her guilty face had him shaking his head. "No. Go to sleep."
Angie braced herself. There was one last lesson to be learned. "Come back to bed, Brady."
Marc groaned, breaking out in a sweat, and he shook his head, not looking at her. His blood was pounding through tight veins, breathing rough.
Angela frowned at him. "Are you all right?"
Marc tried to nod, but the tempo of the lust beating inside him grew, and he shifted again, thinking he'd have to do something about the iron bar in his jeans before climbing into bed with her. That picture made the need tighten another notch, and he jumped when he felt her cool hand settle on his brow. He hadn't heard her move.
"Damn, you're hot. Let me see your eyes."
Marc grit his teeth as she checked him out, the feel of her hands on him, her hair sliding across him, incredible torture.
"I don't understand. You don't ha…" Angela broke off, frown growing. Her bag. She'd told him top left. "I think I know what's wrong with you."
He did too. He needed to get laid more often.
"You didn't take Vicodin. It was Viagra."
Marc's eyes flew open again, horrified. "What?"
She opened her worn medical bag. "It got mixed up during the fight. You didn't read the label."
Marc watched her step back, hands itching to pull her close. "How long will I be like this? And why the hell do you have that?"
Angela flushed. "It's for diseases. Lenore wants to trade it for the cornbread."
Marc groaned again, body on fire. He eyed the white pills she held out.
"This is really Vicodin."
He swallowed it before she could get him anything to drink and looked at her with wide, glazed eyes. "How long?"
She looked away. "At least four hours, maybe six or eight."
Marc's head snapped back, eyes slamming shut. He wouldn't last that long. "Can't you give me something to counteract it?"
When she hesitated to speak, he knew there was something, but she didn't want to tell him.