making her way to her destination.
Seeing the figure in the large bed, she walked toward him, and then leaned down. “Sloan.” She touched his shoulder causing him to roll over onto his back, exposing his bare chest. The blanket was twisted at his waist, and she wasn’t even going to guess what he wasn’t wearing under the covers.
He groaned and blinked open his eyes.
“I need to check your pupils,” she said.
He rose up on an elbow and nearly collided with her leaning down. “Make it quick.”
She held up her penlight, and found their closeness was unnerving her. As hard as she tried to concentrate on the job, this man distracted her in so many ways. Her hand trembled as she tried to hold the light to his face. She was so close she could feel his warm breath against her cheek. Memories flooded back to the day they’d been caught in the storm.
Sloan took her hand in his. “What’s the matter, Jade?” He moved his thumb over her palm. “Do I make you nervous?”
His husky voice was doing things to her. She finished the task and clicked off the light. “No, just tired.”
“Then go back to bed.” His voice lowered as he moved closer. “I have the alarm set and I can come to your room and wake you up.” He kept staring at her. “Dammit, Jade, stop looking at me like that.”
Even though it was dangerous to be so close, she couldn’t seem to move.
Sloan knew he was playing with fire, but when it came to Jade, he couldn’t seem to stop himself. He brushed his lips over hers. When she sucked in a sharp breath, he forgot everything, his headache and aching back, mostly his caution to stay away from her. When she responded willingly he captured her mouth. His need quickly intensified and he deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue into her mouth hungry for the taste of her.
She whimpered and wrapped her arms around his neck and touched her tongue to his. He groaned and pulled her down on top of him.
“This is crazy.” He kissed her again and again until his need came pretty close to reaching the boiling point. “But I can’t get you out of my head.”
“Sloan…” She looked at him. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
His hands moved over her back, then down to her bottom, pressing her against him. “Yet, we’re here.”
She closed her eyes. “Sloan,” she breathed.
His mouth took hers again, drinking her in like a starving man. He couldn’t get enough. He rolled over, pulling her under him. He looked down at her. “I want you, Jade,” he breathed, and then kissed her mouth as his hand moved under her shirt. He touched the bare skin at her waist, then moved upward to cup her breast.
She gasped and suddenly jerked away. “I can’t, Sloan,” she whispered as she sat up and refastened her clothes.
She knew he was angry and had every right to be. “We seemed to be doing a pretty good job.”
“Well, it’s a good thing one of us came to our senses.” She stood. “See you in a few hours.”
“Don’t bother,” Sloan called to her as she walked out the door. He didn’t need her to tie him into knots. No woman would do that to him again. He rolled over and winced at the pain in his head, but it wasn’t enough to distract him from the woman who just left him.
CHAPTER EIGHT
J ADE had no sooner closed Sloan’s door and tried to make her escape when she bumped right into a tall, solid figure in the hall.
“Whoa there, miss,” a deep voice said as he gripped her arms to steady her.
Jade glanced up and gasped as she caught sight of the older man. There was no doubt who he was, her father. “Oh, Senator Merrick,” she managed to say.
Clay Merrick gave her an easy smile, and her heart pounded in her chest. “Guilty. You must be Nurse Jade Hamilton.”
Jade swallowed the sudden dryness in her throat. “Yes…yes, I am. I didn’t expect you home. Of course you’ve come home because of your son.” She pointed to the door. “I was just checking on Sloan. He received a slight
Seeing the figure in the large bed, she walked toward him, and then leaned down. “Sloan.” She touched his shoulder causing him to roll over onto his back, exposing his bare chest. The blanket was twisted at his waist, and she wasn’t even going to guess what he wasn’t wearing under the covers.
He groaned and blinked open his eyes.
“I need to check your pupils,” she said.
He rose up on an elbow and nearly collided with her leaning down. “Make it quick.”
She held up her penlight, and found their closeness was unnerving her. As hard as she tried to concentrate on the job, this man distracted her in so many ways. Her hand trembled as she tried to hold the light to his face. She was so close she could feel his warm breath against her cheek. Memories flooded back to the day they’d been caught in the storm.
Sloan took her hand in his. “What’s the matter, Jade?” He moved his thumb over her palm. “Do I make you nervous?”
His husky voice was doing things to her. She finished the task and clicked off the light. “No, just tired.”
“Then go back to bed.” His voice lowered as he moved closer. “I have the alarm set and I can come to your room and wake you up.” He kept staring at her. “Dammit, Jade, stop looking at me like that.”
Even though it was dangerous to be so close, she couldn’t seem to move.
Sloan knew he was playing with fire, but when it came to Jade, he couldn’t seem to stop himself. He brushed his lips over hers. When she sucked in a sharp breath, he forgot everything, his headache and aching back, mostly his caution to stay away from her. When she responded willingly he captured her mouth. His need quickly intensified and he deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue into her mouth hungry for the taste of her.
She whimpered and wrapped her arms around his neck and touched her tongue to his. He groaned and pulled her down on top of him.
“This is crazy.” He kissed her again and again until his need came pretty close to reaching the boiling point. “But I can’t get you out of my head.”
“Sloan…” She looked at him. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
His hands moved over her back, then down to her bottom, pressing her against him. “Yet, we’re here.”
She closed her eyes. “Sloan,” she breathed.
His mouth took hers again, drinking her in like a starving man. He couldn’t get enough. He rolled over, pulling her under him. He looked down at her. “I want you, Jade,” he breathed, and then kissed her mouth as his hand moved under her shirt. He touched the bare skin at her waist, then moved upward to cup her breast.
She gasped and suddenly jerked away. “I can’t, Sloan,” she whispered as she sat up and refastened her clothes.
She knew he was angry and had every right to be. “We seemed to be doing a pretty good job.”
“Well, it’s a good thing one of us came to our senses.” She stood. “See you in a few hours.”
“Don’t bother,” Sloan called to her as she walked out the door. He didn’t need her to tie him into knots. No woman would do that to him again. He rolled over and winced at the pain in his head, but it wasn’t enough to distract him from the woman who just left him.
CHAPTER EIGHT
J ADE had no sooner closed Sloan’s door and tried to make her escape when she bumped right into a tall, solid figure in the hall.
“Whoa there, miss,” a deep voice said as he gripped her arms to steady her.
Jade glanced up and gasped as she caught sight of the older man. There was no doubt who he was, her father. “Oh, Senator Merrick,” she managed to say.
Clay Merrick gave her an easy smile, and her heart pounded in her chest. “Guilty. You must be Nurse Jade Hamilton.”
Jade swallowed the sudden dryness in her throat. “Yes…yes, I am. I didn’t expect you home. Of course you’ve come home because of your son.” She pointed to the door. “I was just checking on Sloan. He received a slight
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