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clinging to her primary sense of identity, that of the haughty, cold doctor whose authority was assured by her knowledge and intelligence. But her fingers shook slightly as she reached for her first aid kit and wiped down her hands with antiseptic. I didn’t fail to notice that she took a deep breath to brace herself before turning back to me.
Bradley had returned with the items she had requested, and she couldn’t justifiably keep her distance from me any longer. She shot me a sharp look that demanded my cooperation. “If I hear one more disgusting word out of you, I’ll stop. Then it’ll be up to Nurse Bradley to take care of you,” she threatened.
I shuddered. “No, thank you. I promise I’ll be good.” My lopsided smile communicated that I didn’t mean that in the slightest.
I continued to study her as she removed the gauze that covered my wound, and I relished the way that she kept her eyes downcast. When she began to gently wipe the dried blood from my chest with a soapy cloth, her expression slipped from being guarded to mesmerized. And I couldn’t help being equally as entranced by her as she became transfixed by my body. The tension left her muscles and her face softened. The sight of it mingled with the tenderness of her touch called to something deep within me. Despite her hard protective walls, at her core she was compassionate and vulnerable. And I had tapped into that part of her, even if she was unwitting of what she was revealing to me. The realization awoke a warm glow in my chest.
The cloth slipped, and her fingertips brushed lightly over my flesh. Even through the barrier of the latex gloves that she wore, her touch sent a jolt through my body. It was the first time she had willingly had direct contact with me; every other time that we had touched, she had either been drawn to me in her sleep or I had been ensnaring her wrist in my hand. And although the feel of her in my grip had stoked my desire, this evoked something more powerful. It was something more than lust; it was yearning. I hissed in a sharp breath that had nothing to do with the throbbing ache in my shoulder.
At the sound, her eyes were drawn to mine, and the sweet hesitancy, the hint of innocent uncertainty, that I saw there made me long to wrap my arms around her and hold her soft body tightly against mine.
She trembled ever so slightly and then tore herself from my gaze once again. This time it gave me no sense of satisfaction. I much preferred the intensity of the storm clouds in her grey eyes to her shy deference.
I watched her in silence as she began to work more quickly; she was obviously unsettled. My urge to tease her and toy with her mind had melted in the wake of what had just passed between us. I still wanted her fiercely, but now I was off-kilter as well. She was throwing me for a loop as no woman had before, and I found myself disturbed again by my utter loss of control. I had seen the goodness in her, and I had never felt more unworthy of a woman’s touch. It would be inexcusably selfish of me to taint her purity with my depravities. No matter how intensely I craved to do just that.
It was a bittersweet relief when she finally withdrew her hands from me.
“Ummm….” I began, only slightly chagrined at the hesitancy in my tone. She looked up at me, her expression curious and appraising. Her eyes were so open and honest in that moment that it brought my own guard down. “Would it be alright if I took a shower?” I barely noticed that I was actually asking her permission.
She blinked, evidently as surprised by my show of contrition as I was. “Sure,” she said, her voice kind and slightly breathy. “That should be fine. Just be careful not to touch the wound. Can you stand on your own?”
Despite my resolution not to dominate her body, I wasn’t about to let her think me weak. Because that was exactly how I had been acting:
Bradley had returned with the items she had requested, and she couldn’t justifiably keep her distance from me any longer. She shot me a sharp look that demanded my cooperation. “If I hear one more disgusting word out of you, I’ll stop. Then it’ll be up to Nurse Bradley to take care of you,” she threatened.
I shuddered. “No, thank you. I promise I’ll be good.” My lopsided smile communicated that I didn’t mean that in the slightest.
I continued to study her as she removed the gauze that covered my wound, and I relished the way that she kept her eyes downcast. When she began to gently wipe the dried blood from my chest with a soapy cloth, her expression slipped from being guarded to mesmerized. And I couldn’t help being equally as entranced by her as she became transfixed by my body. The tension left her muscles and her face softened. The sight of it mingled with the tenderness of her touch called to something deep within me. Despite her hard protective walls, at her core she was compassionate and vulnerable. And I had tapped into that part of her, even if she was unwitting of what she was revealing to me. The realization awoke a warm glow in my chest.
The cloth slipped, and her fingertips brushed lightly over my flesh. Even through the barrier of the latex gloves that she wore, her touch sent a jolt through my body. It was the first time she had willingly had direct contact with me; every other time that we had touched, she had either been drawn to me in her sleep or I had been ensnaring her wrist in my hand. And although the feel of her in my grip had stoked my desire, this evoked something more powerful. It was something more than lust; it was yearning. I hissed in a sharp breath that had nothing to do with the throbbing ache in my shoulder.
At the sound, her eyes were drawn to mine, and the sweet hesitancy, the hint of innocent uncertainty, that I saw there made me long to wrap my arms around her and hold her soft body tightly against mine.
She trembled ever so slightly and then tore herself from my gaze once again. This time it gave me no sense of satisfaction. I much preferred the intensity of the storm clouds in her grey eyes to her shy deference.
I watched her in silence as she began to work more quickly; she was obviously unsettled. My urge to tease her and toy with her mind had melted in the wake of what had just passed between us. I still wanted her fiercely, but now I was off-kilter as well. She was throwing me for a loop as no woman had before, and I found myself disturbed again by my utter loss of control. I had seen the goodness in her, and I had never felt more unworthy of a woman’s touch. It would be inexcusably selfish of me to taint her purity with my depravities. No matter how intensely I craved to do just that.
It was a bittersweet relief when she finally withdrew her hands from me.
“Ummm….” I began, only slightly chagrined at the hesitancy in my tone. She looked up at me, her expression curious and appraising. Her eyes were so open and honest in that moment that it brought my own guard down. “Would it be alright if I took a shower?” I barely noticed that I was actually asking her permission.
She blinked, evidently as surprised by my show of contrition as I was. “Sure,” she said, her voice kind and slightly breathy. “That should be fine. Just be careful not to touch the wound. Can you stand on your own?”
Despite my resolution not to dominate her body, I wasn’t about to let her think me weak. Because that was exactly how I had been acting:
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