His blood hummed through his body, thickening him as he pressed against her. She melted against him, her arms snaking around his neck, her fingers tangling in the back of his hair, making him groan as he deepened the kiss.
He had never felt so totally bewitched by a woman. She was such an enigma—uptight and prickly one minute, soft and yielding to him the next. He felt as if he could never have enough of her. She tasted so sweet and yet so sexy, a heady combination that made his head spin with erotic possibilities. He wanted her so badly his body ached with it. The surging heat of his blood was like rocket fuel in his veins.
He turned her in one movement, pushing her back against his desk, his mouth going to the scented, smooth, velvet skin of her neck, his tongue tasting herbefore he nipped at her with his teeth in a playful little tug that evoked a whimper of pleasure from her. His hands went to her hips, holding her to his heat, relishing the feel of her so close. He brought his mouth back to hers, savouring its feminine allure, relishing in the way she responded to him so feverishly.
Her teeth nipped at his bottom lip, tugging on it before sweeping over it with the soft, moist salving glide of her tongue. He wanted to feel her skin, the silky smoothness of her breasts, the tightly budded nipples he could already feel digging into his chest. His hands went to shape her, the soft whimper of pleasure she gave thrilling him as he searched for the buttons on her shirt.
There was a knock on the door, jolting both of them upright. Eamon met Erin’s wide-eyed gaze before he called out in a voice that was distinctly gravelly, ‘Just a minute.’
Erin fumbled with her clothing, her breathing so ragged she felt as if she had just run a marathon with lead weights strapped on her legs. Her heart was beating madly, her mind was scrambled and her insides were quivering with unmet needs.
‘Sit down and look relaxed,’ Eamon instructed as he went to the door.
Erin mentally rolled her eyes. Relaxed? Who was he kidding? She had never felt more on edge in her life. Her nerves were jumping like live wires and her flesh was tingling from where he had touched her.
She sat on the chair opposite his desk and picked up a patient’s file, pretending to read it while Eamon spoke with the staff member at the door over a matter to do with a patient in Intensive Care. She listened with one ear, but then her eye was drawn to the patient’s nameon the document in her hands: Mrs Melina Pappas. Her heart gave a little stumbling movement in her chest as her gaze went further down the page to a section where someone had circled her signature in yellow highlighter and placed a question mark right next to it…
CHAPTER SEVEN
‘S ORRY about that,’ Eamon said, coming back to the desk. His eyes went to the document in Erin’s hands, the tension in the room suddenly palpable.
‘Why is my signature circled?’ Erin asked, rising to her feet. ‘What’s going on?’
He met her flinty look without wavering. ‘Nothing’s going on. I am merely checking the records, as I said.’
Erin felt her heart pick up its pace. ‘That’s Mrs Pappas’s file.’
‘Yes, I know. I wanted to make sure Arthur Gourlay’s accusation was dealt with quickly,’ he said. ‘I can find nothing in the notes to suggest anything untoward. That is your signature, I’ve already checked it.’
Erin compressed her lips, the lingering doubts circling in her head like a flock of pigeons looking for somewhere to perch. It made her feel uneasy to have uncertainty of any sort hanging over her. The thought of Eamon checking through the notes, studying her signature and every other detail to do with the patients she had treated, made her feel very ill at ease. What if there was a mistake? What if she had missed something? It was certainly possible. No one was perfect. No onecould be one-hundred-percent focused all the time, especially in a place like A&E, where there
He had never felt so totally bewitched by a woman. She was such an enigma—uptight and prickly one minute, soft and yielding to him the next. He felt as if he could never have enough of her. She tasted so sweet and yet so sexy, a heady combination that made his head spin with erotic possibilities. He wanted her so badly his body ached with it. The surging heat of his blood was like rocket fuel in his veins.
He turned her in one movement, pushing her back against his desk, his mouth going to the scented, smooth, velvet skin of her neck, his tongue tasting herbefore he nipped at her with his teeth in a playful little tug that evoked a whimper of pleasure from her. His hands went to her hips, holding her to his heat, relishing the feel of her so close. He brought his mouth back to hers, savouring its feminine allure, relishing in the way she responded to him so feverishly.
Her teeth nipped at his bottom lip, tugging on it before sweeping over it with the soft, moist salving glide of her tongue. He wanted to feel her skin, the silky smoothness of her breasts, the tightly budded nipples he could already feel digging into his chest. His hands went to shape her, the soft whimper of pleasure she gave thrilling him as he searched for the buttons on her shirt.
There was a knock on the door, jolting both of them upright. Eamon met Erin’s wide-eyed gaze before he called out in a voice that was distinctly gravelly, ‘Just a minute.’
Erin fumbled with her clothing, her breathing so ragged she felt as if she had just run a marathon with lead weights strapped on her legs. Her heart was beating madly, her mind was scrambled and her insides were quivering with unmet needs.
‘Sit down and look relaxed,’ Eamon instructed as he went to the door.
Erin mentally rolled her eyes. Relaxed? Who was he kidding? She had never felt more on edge in her life. Her nerves were jumping like live wires and her flesh was tingling from where he had touched her.
She sat on the chair opposite his desk and picked up a patient’s file, pretending to read it while Eamon spoke with the staff member at the door over a matter to do with a patient in Intensive Care. She listened with one ear, but then her eye was drawn to the patient’s nameon the document in her hands: Mrs Melina Pappas. Her heart gave a little stumbling movement in her chest as her gaze went further down the page to a section where someone had circled her signature in yellow highlighter and placed a question mark right next to it…
CHAPTER SEVEN
‘S ORRY about that,’ Eamon said, coming back to the desk. His eyes went to the document in Erin’s hands, the tension in the room suddenly palpable.
‘Why is my signature circled?’ Erin asked, rising to her feet. ‘What’s going on?’
He met her flinty look without wavering. ‘Nothing’s going on. I am merely checking the records, as I said.’
Erin felt her heart pick up its pace. ‘That’s Mrs Pappas’s file.’
‘Yes, I know. I wanted to make sure Arthur Gourlay’s accusation was dealt with quickly,’ he said. ‘I can find nothing in the notes to suggest anything untoward. That is your signature, I’ve already checked it.’
Erin compressed her lips, the lingering doubts circling in her head like a flock of pigeons looking for somewhere to perch. It made her feel uneasy to have uncertainty of any sort hanging over her. The thought of Eamon checking through the notes, studying her signature and every other detail to do with the patients she had treated, made her feel very ill at ease. What if there was a mistake? What if she had missed something? It was certainly possible. No one was perfect. No onecould be one-hundred-percent focused all the time, especially in a place like A&E, where there
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