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“You’re a little warm for my taste.”
Yeah. You think?
Mister, maybe it has something to do with those incredible biceps showing below your t-shirt—
Or the perfect soft contour of your masculine lips.
Or the way your deep, soulful, cocoa brown eyes hold me captive.
So, yes. I am hot.
Which annoys the hell out of me.
“It’s nothing,” I mutter.
One side of his mouth pinches. “I’m going to have some blood drawn.” Moving to the sink, he washes his hands. And I can’t peel my eyes off the strong vee of his back in his black t-shirt and the tight curve of his muscular lower body in his black tactical cargo pants.
I rip my eyes away when he turns around. But he comes right at me with that damn disarming look of concern on his face. When he leans over the bed and reaches for the corner of my gown, I gasp. “Hey! What do you think you’re doing?”
As if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, he says, “Checking your dressing.”
I grab his wrist. “Uh, I’m… at least I think I am, naked under there.”
Slowly, his eyes trace over my face, then hold on my lips. “Yes. You are.”
“Oh god. Don’t tell me you saw me… naked.”
He plants his hand next to my head on the bed. “I’ve seen you stare down a man pointing a gun right in your face without so much as a flinch. There’s no way you’re afraid to be seen naked.”
I can barely look at him. Oh god. The way he looks at me, like he’s seeing something that I don’t want him to see.
“That’s different.”
He takes my face in his warm, strong hand and tilts it up. “Look, I’m a doctor. I am the person that cut you out of your clothes. I prepped you for surgery. I worked on you for two hours to fix the holes that bullet left. So, yes. I’ve seen you naked. But I promise you this, you were respected, and I hear you.”
Every emotion inside my chest clogs up my throat all at once.
What’s happening to me?
I do not know these emotions.
My head spins as I try to get my foggy brain cells around all of the words that just came out of his beautiful mouth. Heavy words like surgery and respected.
“You—you did the surgery?”
Tracing his thumb over my cheek, he lets out a quick punctuating breath. His expression hardens, and those dark eyes turn even stormier. “Yeah. When I found out how inexperienced the surgeon was, I kicked his ass out of the operating suite.”
Lord. This man. Is there anything he can’t do?
I surprise myself when I smile. “I’m just picturing you pointing a gun at some guy in scrubs.”
But Scotch doesn’t smile. “Security didn’t like it one bit, but I told them to fuck off or I’d shoot the guy so he couldn’t operate on anyone.”
I’m so shocked I can’t move or breathe.
He leans down, and that’s the moment I know I’m in real trouble, because the man who just threatened to kill a surgeon over my safety is going to kiss me.
And I’m powerless against the feeling inside of my chest. And the way I feel like I’m spiraling as the space between us heats with electric energy.
