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lower body, his erection throbbing. He had to focus on controlling himself for her sake.
âYou really do have magic hands,â he said.
âI aim to please.â Cait moved to Danâs large, splayed hand, loving his long, square fingers, the calluses on his palm. He elicited secret pleasure from her. Beneath her blue scrubs, her nipples were hard. Thank goodness they wouldnât show. Cait had wanted to do this to Dan for the longest time. He needed massage badly after what heâd been through.
She watched him carefully. He had short, thick golden-brown lashes that fell against his cheeks, and she saw that his face began to lose that hard, tight look. How badly she wanted to kiss him.
Sliding her hands across the expanse of his upper chest, sprinkled with gold-brown hair, she absorbed his masculine power. As the morphine took over his system, Dan was no longer with her in one sense, but in another Cait relished the reaction her fingertips still drew from him, his skin faintly responding to her tactile connection with him. Even unconscious, Dan responded to her. Her whole lower body felt like a slowly boiling cauldron aching for him to slide into her, give her the pleasure she so badly wanted from him.
As she worked her way down each side of his well-sprung rib cage, loosening the ribs themselves and seeing the terrible yellow and purple of bruises that hadnât fully healed, she swallowed convulsively. Cait wanted to feel Danâs mouth beneath her lips. Just once. She felt like a coward, wanting to sneak a kiss from him. Cait was afraid to broach the subject. Right now, she felt too fragile, too broken up, but somehow, Dan just being himself, whether wounded or not, fortified her, gave her strength and made her acutely aware she was a woman with needs.
Glancing at her watch, she saw that fifteen minutes had fled. She didnât want to leave Dan. She wanted to keep running her hand over his body, appreciating him, his strength, the tenderness he always shared with her. She owed him so much. Would she ever get up the courage to tell him how she really felt about him?
Sadness filled her because when Ben and Dan had come home this time, sheâd planned to sit down with her big brother and have a long, serious talk with him. She was going to let Ben know that while she appreciated his protectiveness, she had fallen in love with a military man. Cait was sure Ben would be aghast until she told him it was Dan Taylor, his best friend. And that sheâd loved him almost from the moment sheâd met the tall, strapping Texan. She had been prepared to fight for Dan without knowing if it was mutual or not. Cait had had to clear the decks with her brother, first. But now it wasnât necessary for the most tragic of reasons.
There was nothing to dislike about Dan. Wiping her hands on a nearby towel lying on the tray, Cait looked around. The ward was empty. The men wouldnât be back for another fifteen minutes. She moved quietly to the side of the bed, sliding her hand along Danâs jaw, feeling the beginning of stubble beneath her fingertips. She leaned forward, unable to stop herself from kissing him. Her mouth settled lightly over his parted lips. Closing her eyes, she enjoyed the feel of his mouth against hers. She felt his moist, shallow breath against her cheek as she drew back ever so slightly. He tasted of man. Of strength. Of promise. Her heart cried out for much more of him as she framed his face with her hand, luxuriating again in the touch of his chiseled mouth.
Ever so gently, Cait pulled away from his lips, caressing his jaw as she straightened. Her heart was pounding. He was a beautiful man in her eyes.
Ever so carefully, Cait lifted each of his arms, brought his blue gown upward and eased it around each of his shoulders. It took some doing to tie one of those ties, and Cait didnât want to startle him. She pushed the pillow down behind his head, tying that top tie so that
âYou really do have magic hands,â he said.
âI aim to please.â Cait moved to Danâs large, splayed hand, loving his long, square fingers, the calluses on his palm. He elicited secret pleasure from her. Beneath her blue scrubs, her nipples were hard. Thank goodness they wouldnât show. Cait had wanted to do this to Dan for the longest time. He needed massage badly after what heâd been through.
She watched him carefully. He had short, thick golden-brown lashes that fell against his cheeks, and she saw that his face began to lose that hard, tight look. How badly she wanted to kiss him.
Sliding her hands across the expanse of his upper chest, sprinkled with gold-brown hair, she absorbed his masculine power. As the morphine took over his system, Dan was no longer with her in one sense, but in another Cait relished the reaction her fingertips still drew from him, his skin faintly responding to her tactile connection with him. Even unconscious, Dan responded to her. Her whole lower body felt like a slowly boiling cauldron aching for him to slide into her, give her the pleasure she so badly wanted from him.
As she worked her way down each side of his well-sprung rib cage, loosening the ribs themselves and seeing the terrible yellow and purple of bruises that hadnât fully healed, she swallowed convulsively. Cait wanted to feel Danâs mouth beneath her lips. Just once. She felt like a coward, wanting to sneak a kiss from him. Cait was afraid to broach the subject. Right now, she felt too fragile, too broken up, but somehow, Dan just being himself, whether wounded or not, fortified her, gave her strength and made her acutely aware she was a woman with needs.
Glancing at her watch, she saw that fifteen minutes had fled. She didnât want to leave Dan. She wanted to keep running her hand over his body, appreciating him, his strength, the tenderness he always shared with her. She owed him so much. Would she ever get up the courage to tell him how she really felt about him?
Sadness filled her because when Ben and Dan had come home this time, sheâd planned to sit down with her big brother and have a long, serious talk with him. She was going to let Ben know that while she appreciated his protectiveness, she had fallen in love with a military man. Cait was sure Ben would be aghast until she told him it was Dan Taylor, his best friend. And that sheâd loved him almost from the moment sheâd met the tall, strapping Texan. She had been prepared to fight for Dan without knowing if it was mutual or not. Cait had had to clear the decks with her brother, first. But now it wasnât necessary for the most tragic of reasons.
There was nothing to dislike about Dan. Wiping her hands on a nearby towel lying on the tray, Cait looked around. The ward was empty. The men wouldnât be back for another fifteen minutes. She moved quietly to the side of the bed, sliding her hand along Danâs jaw, feeling the beginning of stubble beneath her fingertips. She leaned forward, unable to stop herself from kissing him. Her mouth settled lightly over his parted lips. Closing her eyes, she enjoyed the feel of his mouth against hers. She felt his moist, shallow breath against her cheek as she drew back ever so slightly. He tasted of man. Of strength. Of promise. Her heart cried out for much more of him as she framed his face with her hand, luxuriating again in the touch of his chiseled mouth.
Ever so gently, Cait pulled away from his lips, caressing his jaw as she straightened. Her heart was pounding. He was a beautiful man in her eyes.
Ever so carefully, Cait lifted each of his arms, brought his blue gown upward and eased it around each of his shoulders. It took some doing to tie one of those ties, and Cait didnât want to startle him. She pushed the pillow down behind his head, tying that top tie so that
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