put an end to the
examination farce. She had no need of medical advice. What she needed was for
Eric to kiss her!
“I’m in top shape,” she blurted out.
“If that is indeed the case, Miss Porter, then why have you
come for medical consultation,” he asked, giving her a wicked look that Bliss
was sure would burn the chemise right off her body. Not able to think of a good
reason, she stammered out an unintelligible sentence.
“I, er, needed to see if, but there’s this, and you
understand it’s very important,” Bliss said without making any sense.
Eric’s grin suddenly took on a wolfish quality. He studied
the length of her chemise in pointed interest for a few minutes. The slow
progress of his eyes rolling over her thighs and pausing at her stockinged
knees made her heart skip about four beats. She pulled in a quiet gasp of air,
unable to prevent it.
Eric’s eyes dragged upward again, and he gave her a
seductive grin of appreciation. He walked over to the table, slower than a
regular professional surgeon would ever dare. Extending a fingertip to her
collarbone, he brushed the stray curls aside with feather-light pressure. As he
looked directly into her eyes for a span of eternity, he leaned closer to her
face, veering aside just before his lips met her cheek and whispered to her.
“I don’t do that in my office. My nurse would club me over
the head for making an advance if I even thought about it. I am, however,
available for … house-calls . I have excellent bedside manner, you know,”
he said in velvet tones that made Bliss’s toes curl.
She gave another nervous gasp and blushed to her knees at
the very thought of what his suggestive words meant. Then she cleared her
throat to focus her mind before speaking to him. It was time to give up the
charade.
“I’m afraid that isn’t possible. I’m staying at Whisper
Chase as a guest of Lord and Lady Osterburg,” she hinted. “As an unmarried
woman, that wouldn’t be proper.”
Bliss sat impatiently waiting for the moment when
recognition sank in, when Eric would realize who she was.
He should be kissing me by now!
“I’m afraid I cannot help you, then. I do not commit
peccadilloes at work, sweetheart. I’m all for natural progression of intimacy,
but my reputation as a surgeon is more important than any scandal or improper
conduct within my public setting. I will offer you an alternative, though. Have
dinner with me,” he asked, “in my home.”
“Unmarried girls do not attend gentlemen in private homes
without proper escorts. What would my parents say?”
This comment came from out of the blue as Bliss was distracted
by a vision. The clarity so striking it made her whole body tingle. The scene
in her head was perfect. It wouldn’t be Eric kissing her. She was going to have
to kiss him.
Steeling herself to the notion, Bliss leaned to her right
ever so slightly so as not to alarm him, and took his face between her palms. With
movements so small no instrument on earth could measure them, she pulled him
toward her while staring into his smoldering eyes. Licking her lips for
moisture, Bliss planted them firmly against Eric’s waiting mouth.
Time, air, wind, the ticking of a clock outside the room,
all seemed to stop in that instant. Eric’s mouth pressed against hers for a
moment longer than she expected before he seemed to give in to the temptation
of such a willing female. He opened his lips and let his tongue come out for a
taste of her mouth.
Wetting the seam of her closed lips, Eric teased until she
opened to him. The jolt that rocked them both was better than lightning. It was
a spark of two souls colliding in a fury.
Kissing her with more energy, perhaps due to the added input
of their chemistry, Eric’s breathing became rough and tempestuous against her
cheek. Bliss angled her body upward to gain more access to him. But the change
in her body positioning broke the connection between them.
Chapter
Nine
Eric, age twenty-six,
examination farce. She had no need of medical advice. What she needed was for
Eric to kiss her!
“I’m in top shape,” she blurted out.
“If that is indeed the case, Miss Porter, then why have you
come for medical consultation,” he asked, giving her a wicked look that Bliss
was sure would burn the chemise right off her body. Not able to think of a good
reason, she stammered out an unintelligible sentence.
“I, er, needed to see if, but there’s this, and you
understand it’s very important,” Bliss said without making any sense.
Eric’s grin suddenly took on a wolfish quality. He studied
the length of her chemise in pointed interest for a few minutes. The slow
progress of his eyes rolling over her thighs and pausing at her stockinged
knees made her heart skip about four beats. She pulled in a quiet gasp of air,
unable to prevent it.
Eric’s eyes dragged upward again, and he gave her a
seductive grin of appreciation. He walked over to the table, slower than a
regular professional surgeon would ever dare. Extending a fingertip to her
collarbone, he brushed the stray curls aside with feather-light pressure. As he
looked directly into her eyes for a span of eternity, he leaned closer to her
face, veering aside just before his lips met her cheek and whispered to her.
“I don’t do that in my office. My nurse would club me over
the head for making an advance if I even thought about it. I am, however,
available for … house-calls . I have excellent bedside manner, you know,”
he said in velvet tones that made Bliss’s toes curl.
She gave another nervous gasp and blushed to her knees at
the very thought of what his suggestive words meant. Then she cleared her
throat to focus her mind before speaking to him. It was time to give up the
charade.
“I’m afraid that isn’t possible. I’m staying at Whisper
Chase as a guest of Lord and Lady Osterburg,” she hinted. “As an unmarried
woman, that wouldn’t be proper.”
Bliss sat impatiently waiting for the moment when
recognition sank in, when Eric would realize who she was.
He should be kissing me by now!
“I’m afraid I cannot help you, then. I do not commit
peccadilloes at work, sweetheart. I’m all for natural progression of intimacy,
but my reputation as a surgeon is more important than any scandal or improper
conduct within my public setting. I will offer you an alternative, though. Have
dinner with me,” he asked, “in my home.”
“Unmarried girls do not attend gentlemen in private homes
without proper escorts. What would my parents say?”
This comment came from out of the blue as Bliss was distracted
by a vision. The clarity so striking it made her whole body tingle. The scene
in her head was perfect. It wouldn’t be Eric kissing her. She was going to have
to kiss him.
Steeling herself to the notion, Bliss leaned to her right
ever so slightly so as not to alarm him, and took his face between her palms. With
movements so small no instrument on earth could measure them, she pulled him
toward her while staring into his smoldering eyes. Licking her lips for
moisture, Bliss planted them firmly against Eric’s waiting mouth.
Time, air, wind, the ticking of a clock outside the room,
all seemed to stop in that instant. Eric’s mouth pressed against hers for a
moment longer than she expected before he seemed to give in to the temptation
of such a willing female. He opened his lips and let his tongue come out for a
taste of her mouth.
Wetting the seam of her closed lips, Eric teased until she
opened to him. The jolt that rocked them both was better than lightning. It was
a spark of two souls colliding in a fury.
Kissing her with more energy, perhaps due to the added input
of their chemistry, Eric’s breathing became rough and tempestuous against her
cheek. Bliss angled her body upward to gain more access to him. But the change
in her body positioning broke the connection between them.
Chapter
Nine
Eric, age twenty-six,
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