she pulled off her bloodstained blouse and tossed the garment aside. “Not only did the corset embellish the goods, the push-up bra I wore that day on the dock made me look bigger than I really am.”
Holding his gaze, she reached around her back to unfasten her bra, heart thumping hard, record rates achieved. But her pulse shot higher when Matt reached around and gripped her hand, stopping her efforts and putting about an inch of space between their torsos. She stared up at Matt, those beautiful hazel eyes boring into hers. Heat radiated from his body. Or maybe the one generating the scorching temperatures was her.
His voice low, Matt said, “There is absolutely no way I’ll be able to take care of that laceration with you bare-chested. So leave the bra on.” A muscle in his jaw ticked, and she had the absurd urge to ease the spot with her tongue. “At least until I’m done.”
This last was delivered with a light in his eye that could melt metal.
“Nice to know I can at least warrant being labeled a distraction,” she said.
“Never fear. You definitely fall into the category of a distraction. A major one. Not only did I bring the necessary equipment to clean and close up the laceration on your forehead, I brought a box of condoms, too, just in case you didn’t have any here.”
Her heart stopped, and then restarted with a stutter. Unfortunately, the faster rate made concentrating on the conversation difficult. She squirmed and he shot her a mock chastising look.
“You’re going to have to be still,” he said. “All that wiggling is...distracting.”
Callie closed her lids. Best not to stare up into those hazel eyes. “Do you always have trouble focusing when closing up a woman’s cut?”
“No, but they are usually dressed in more than a bra.” His voice dropped an octave. “And it’s never been you before.”
His fingers gently traced around the bruised area briefly and she prided herself on her patience. On her ability to keep her eyes closed with that face and those dreamy eyes so close to hers. She felt his breath warm her forehead, and she gripped the counter, fighting the urge to lean up and take that fabulous mouth with hers.
She was too distracted by the memory to worry much about the sound of rustling, as if he were searching for something, but then came a brush of something soft and wet, followed by a sharp sting.
Callie’s lids popped open as she sucked in a breath. “My God.”
“Sorry.”
An antiseptic smell drifted from the cotton ball in his hand, and he leaned in and pressed a kiss close to the wound before pulling his head back.
She stared up at those lips so close. “What are you using to clean the cut? Hydrochloric acid?”
The chuckle that followed brought a wry twist of her lips. “How did you guess?”
Callie studied Matt’s face as he gently pinched the skin around the cut and applied the liquid skin adhesive. She concentrated on breathing, the sound of the air conditioner humming, anything to keep herself from rising up on tiptoe to kiss Matt, which wasn’t easy. She had firsthand knowledge that he kissed like a dream. He hadn’t needed much to bring her to her knees that day on the dock, just his mouth and those fabulous hands.
When he finished, he dropped his hand. “Now, be careful not to open that up until it has time to dry.”
“Is that going to interfere with you taking me to bed?”
“Hell, no,” he said, and then he covered her mouth with his.
At first it was just a damp press of skin against skin, his mouth slotted against hers. The heat in Callie’s belly increased, seeping along her veins, and she rose up on her toes, taking more. With a groan, Matt opened his mouth, forcing Callie’s open and tasting her with his tongue. He tipped his head to the right, and then to left, as if comparing how they best fit together. Heart thumping, Callie was just about to pull back and suggest moving things to the bedroom when Matt leaned down, gripped
Holding his gaze, she reached around her back to unfasten her bra, heart thumping hard, record rates achieved. But her pulse shot higher when Matt reached around and gripped her hand, stopping her efforts and putting about an inch of space between their torsos. She stared up at Matt, those beautiful hazel eyes boring into hers. Heat radiated from his body. Or maybe the one generating the scorching temperatures was her.
His voice low, Matt said, “There is absolutely no way I’ll be able to take care of that laceration with you bare-chested. So leave the bra on.” A muscle in his jaw ticked, and she had the absurd urge to ease the spot with her tongue. “At least until I’m done.”
This last was delivered with a light in his eye that could melt metal.
“Nice to know I can at least warrant being labeled a distraction,” she said.
“Never fear. You definitely fall into the category of a distraction. A major one. Not only did I bring the necessary equipment to clean and close up the laceration on your forehead, I brought a box of condoms, too, just in case you didn’t have any here.”
Her heart stopped, and then restarted with a stutter. Unfortunately, the faster rate made concentrating on the conversation difficult. She squirmed and he shot her a mock chastising look.
“You’re going to have to be still,” he said. “All that wiggling is...distracting.”
Callie closed her lids. Best not to stare up into those hazel eyes. “Do you always have trouble focusing when closing up a woman’s cut?”
“No, but they are usually dressed in more than a bra.” His voice dropped an octave. “And it’s never been you before.”
His fingers gently traced around the bruised area briefly and she prided herself on her patience. On her ability to keep her eyes closed with that face and those dreamy eyes so close to hers. She felt his breath warm her forehead, and she gripped the counter, fighting the urge to lean up and take that fabulous mouth with hers.
She was too distracted by the memory to worry much about the sound of rustling, as if he were searching for something, but then came a brush of something soft and wet, followed by a sharp sting.
Callie’s lids popped open as she sucked in a breath. “My God.”
“Sorry.”
An antiseptic smell drifted from the cotton ball in his hand, and he leaned in and pressed a kiss close to the wound before pulling his head back.
She stared up at those lips so close. “What are you using to clean the cut? Hydrochloric acid?”
The chuckle that followed brought a wry twist of her lips. “How did you guess?”
Callie studied Matt’s face as he gently pinched the skin around the cut and applied the liquid skin adhesive. She concentrated on breathing, the sound of the air conditioner humming, anything to keep herself from rising up on tiptoe to kiss Matt, which wasn’t easy. She had firsthand knowledge that he kissed like a dream. He hadn’t needed much to bring her to her knees that day on the dock, just his mouth and those fabulous hands.
When he finished, he dropped his hand. “Now, be careful not to open that up until it has time to dry.”
“Is that going to interfere with you taking me to bed?”
“Hell, no,” he said, and then he covered her mouth with his.
At first it was just a damp press of skin against skin, his mouth slotted against hers. The heat in Callie’s belly increased, seeping along her veins, and she rose up on her toes, taking more. With a groan, Matt opened his mouth, forcing Callie’s open and tasting her with his tongue. He tipped his head to the right, and then to left, as if comparing how they best fit together. Heart thumping, Callie was just about to pull back and suggest moving things to the bedroom when Matt leaned down, gripped
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