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found pleasurable.
A sound came from him that she would have described as more of a moan, deep satisfaction emitted through his vocal cords. She bit down on her bottom lip, keeping her own self from moaning. Never would she have thought that just touching someone’s shoulders or burying her hands deep into someone’s hair would turn her on, but she had begun to imagine. Imagine she was straddling his lap, riding his hard length while her hands where in the exact same place, fisted as he kissed her with that marvelous mouth of his.
Evan tilted his head back as he reached up and took one of her hands, stilling her movements. He stared up at her, his hazel gaze, dark green now and filled with heat. The same heat that radiating through her body.
There was a slight tug of her hand that removed it from his hair, but held it firm in his grip. Still they stared at each other.
“Are you going to kiss me, Evan?” She wanted him to with everything in her, she would have said to hell with everything and let him. This time knowing what was to come, mindless pleasure.
“Oh, how I want to. But, it is best that I don’t. Not now anyway.” He looked down at her hand, held in his, planted a kiss in her palm then let her go.
Curling that hand in a fist, she stepped away from him. “It is probably best for us to keep our distance while I’m on duty.”
“True.” He lifted his cider as he continued to observe her, his hair a wild spike array around his face from being molested by her hands.
Claiming her seat again, she tried not to feel uncomfortable at his direct gaze. Picking up a cookie, she broke tiny pieces of it and nibbled them one at a time.
“How is it that a beautiful, confident woman like you is still single?” He slouched deeper in the chair and drank.
Good gracious, the last thing she wanted to discuss was her disastrous past relationship and how it had caused her to escape Texas and bury herself in her work. “I haven’t always been single.” That was the simple answer. “However, as you can see, my job doesn’t leave much room for dating. I can’t exactly invite men here.”
He frowned and lowered his mug. “There are a million and one occupations a nurse could undertake, why seal yourself in a house with a sick old man for days at a time?”
Evan was getting to close and it was making her uncomfortable. “Look, I like it. I’ve always had a thing for older people and children. I was already doing hospital outreach and home visits for our immobile patients. This came along, nothing else was keeping me from taking it, so I did. Simple.”
His hazel gaze appeared browner now, but he didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t push any further.
“So, what about you?” She asked.
“I’ve been--”
“Zoey, sorry to interrupt. I need your assistance in getting Mr. Douglas back in bed.” Lily pushed through the screen.
“Duty calls.” Zoey was anxious to hear about Evan and his love life. Was there a broken hearted woman head left in San Antonio?
“I’ll take care of it.” Evan was up faster. “That way you can finish your break and cookies.” He winked at her as his combed his hair back quickly with his hands and left the porch.
She bit her tongue to keep from smiling like a silly school girl from the gesture, especially before a colleague. The last thing she needed was rumors getting around the hospital that she had a thing for the younger Mr. Douglas. Especially since there was a huge possibility his interest in her was fleeting, just his responding to their physical attraction to each other.
Lily followed behind him into the house.
Not to mention Evan Douglas may not even be her type.
Yeah, right! Her body shouted.
It was true that she was in a bit of a dry spell and years of putting her job first made her vulnerable to jump the first bone she got her hands on, but thinking that this guy would be someone she could invest her heart in was just crazy wishes.
She was too sane to be
A sound came from him that she would have described as more of a moan, deep satisfaction emitted through his vocal cords. She bit down on her bottom lip, keeping her own self from moaning. Never would she have thought that just touching someone’s shoulders or burying her hands deep into someone’s hair would turn her on, but she had begun to imagine. Imagine she was straddling his lap, riding his hard length while her hands where in the exact same place, fisted as he kissed her with that marvelous mouth of his.
Evan tilted his head back as he reached up and took one of her hands, stilling her movements. He stared up at her, his hazel gaze, dark green now and filled with heat. The same heat that radiating through her body.
There was a slight tug of her hand that removed it from his hair, but held it firm in his grip. Still they stared at each other.
“Are you going to kiss me, Evan?” She wanted him to with everything in her, she would have said to hell with everything and let him. This time knowing what was to come, mindless pleasure.
“Oh, how I want to. But, it is best that I don’t. Not now anyway.” He looked down at her hand, held in his, planted a kiss in her palm then let her go.
Curling that hand in a fist, she stepped away from him. “It is probably best for us to keep our distance while I’m on duty.”
“True.” He lifted his cider as he continued to observe her, his hair a wild spike array around his face from being molested by her hands.
Claiming her seat again, she tried not to feel uncomfortable at his direct gaze. Picking up a cookie, she broke tiny pieces of it and nibbled them one at a time.
“How is it that a beautiful, confident woman like you is still single?” He slouched deeper in the chair and drank.
Good gracious, the last thing she wanted to discuss was her disastrous past relationship and how it had caused her to escape Texas and bury herself in her work. “I haven’t always been single.” That was the simple answer. “However, as you can see, my job doesn’t leave much room for dating. I can’t exactly invite men here.”
He frowned and lowered his mug. “There are a million and one occupations a nurse could undertake, why seal yourself in a house with a sick old man for days at a time?”
Evan was getting to close and it was making her uncomfortable. “Look, I like it. I’ve always had a thing for older people and children. I was already doing hospital outreach and home visits for our immobile patients. This came along, nothing else was keeping me from taking it, so I did. Simple.”
His hazel gaze appeared browner now, but he didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t push any further.
“So, what about you?” She asked.
“I’ve been--”
“Zoey, sorry to interrupt. I need your assistance in getting Mr. Douglas back in bed.” Lily pushed through the screen.
“Duty calls.” Zoey was anxious to hear about Evan and his love life. Was there a broken hearted woman head left in San Antonio?
“I’ll take care of it.” Evan was up faster. “That way you can finish your break and cookies.” He winked at her as his combed his hair back quickly with his hands and left the porch.
She bit her tongue to keep from smiling like a silly school girl from the gesture, especially before a colleague. The last thing she needed was rumors getting around the hospital that she had a thing for the younger Mr. Douglas. Especially since there was a huge possibility his interest in her was fleeting, just his responding to their physical attraction to each other.
Lily followed behind him into the house.
Not to mention Evan Douglas may not even be her type.
Yeah, right! Her body shouted.
It was true that she was in a bit of a dry spell and years of putting her job first made her vulnerable to jump the first bone she got her hands on, but thinking that this guy would be someone she could invest her heart in was just crazy wishes.
She was too sane to be
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