He doesn’t take it. Instead, his gaze drops to my mouth for a second before lifting to my eyes again.
“Seems like you’re running, Doc.”
“I’m not running. What are you talking about?” I huff.
“Did I get too deep for you the other night?”
The vulnerable look in his eyes makes my heart stutter.
“No, Saint. I’m glad you told me about your family.”
“Hmm.” His gaze traces my face, and I can practically see the vulnerability return to something that looks a lot like desire.
“I’m still working. I need to get back out there.” I place a hand on his arm.
“They’re wrapping up. Team will be heading in soon, so what else do you have to do?” He tilts his head to the side.
I sigh. “Saint.”
My pulse kicks harder. And I need to change the vibe real quick because I could probably be convinced to give in by the look in his eyes.
“Alonzo pulled a muscle, so I need to put some KT on him.” I shrug and smile, like it’s no big deal.
“Why don’t you do that after he showers?”
He’s right. I should wait until he’s cleaned up.
His hand shifts, and then his other hand presses against the door on the other side of my head. I’m pretty much trapped now.
All it would take is one moment of weakness again. Another bad decision toward ruining our friendship.
The problem is, I know exactly how he feels now. How he moves inside me. And how my panties are now wet with the thought of doing it again.
“So, what is it you need to do right now?”
“Saint, I can’t do this,” I say, my voice a little tighter than it was before.
He tilts his head. “Do what?”
“This.” I gesture between us, frustration building. “Whatever this … tension is.”
“Tension.”
I shift my weight to relieve some of the pressure I feel between my thighs.
He notices, and his mouth curves. Like he knows. Like he sees my weak spot and is about to strike.
And that … pushes me over the edge.
“Rehab,” I snap, pressing the ice pack into his chest. “Focus on rehab.”
His hand closes around my wrist, just for a second. “Hard to,” he says quietly, “when you’re still the biggest distraction I’ve got.”
He releases my wrist. “I want you to wrap me.”
I give him ayou’ve got to be kidding melook. He’s capable of wrapping the ice pack around his knee.
I sigh. “Fine, let’s get it done.”
