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Authors: Kristin Daniels
Tags: Erótica
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bite back her impending wretch with another deep breath.
“Ho boy, just shoot me now. Please.”
Tye lifted a hand to her cheek and met her eye to eye. “Queasy?”
“That’s putting it mildly.”
He smiled, but the set of his lips was tight. Tense. Like he was faking, wanting to put her at ease when he wasn’t quite there himself. “Hopefully that will pass soon.” He concentrated on her lips as he spoke, and that unsettled flip of her stomach released its grip to reach up and clutch at her heart instead.
She let her eyes drift shut as she placed her palm against her stomach. To anyone looking, it would appear she was trying to quash an intestinal upheaval, which she was. But she was also using the moment to soak in his touch. His thumb circled the crest of her cheekbone while his fingertips massaged the edge of her earlobe and the sensitive skin underneath. It didn’t take more than a second for the relaxing swirls to set her mind adrift. She floated here and there, from the tangible of his touch right now to the memory of his kiss earlier. She relived the way he took control, the way he knew what she needed even when she wasn’t so sure herself. The kiss was perfect—evocative without being in-your-face—and gave her a real-life glimpse at what she’d spent months only dreaming about.
But it was the memory of the way she kissed him in return that snapped her back to reality. She said so much with the easy way she held onto his wrists and the unquestioning simplicity with which she opened not only her mouth to his, but opened her heart to him as well. The kiss said she trusted him. The kiss said she’d tell him the truth.
Which she would, just not here.
“Better?” His voice was low, like he was leery of disturbing her.
“Getting there,” she whispered back.
“Good.” He turned his body and sat on the edge of the bed, still caressing her cheek.
With an uncomfortable understanding of how an amoeba felt under the blazing eye of a microscope, she opened her eyes and searched the room for something she could use to distract him. Being the focal point certainly wasn’t anything new for her, but with her job as Public Defender she was also adept at forcing the spotlight off her and putting it on whichever case came across her desk that needed the most attention at the time. Did the driver who smashed into four cars in the local McDonald’s parking lot really blow a .162 blood alcohol level, or was the breathalyzer dysfunctional as he claimed? Focus on that. Was the client she’d assigned to one of her newer attorneys mentally fit to stand trial? Really easy to draw attention to that.
She drew from that particular skill set now. She eyed the scrubs he’d tossed on the end of the bed and tried to make light. “Making a new fashion statement? Sheriff in scrubs?”
Tye slid his hand from her cheek, down her arm until he reached her hand. He gave a squeeze to her fingers, and said, “They’re for you. It’s against his better judgment, but the doc says he’ll release you.”
“He will?”
Tye nodded. “Yep. Jim’s plastic surgeon stopped in while you were conked out. He took a look at that cut on your head and was able to close it up using medical glue instead of sutures, which is good news.”
She touched the side of her head, lingering for a moment over the fresh bandage. “I didn’t even wake up.”
“No, you were pretty out of it then, and when the nurse came in to unhook you from all the machines, too. Jim said that’s normal, though. It’s not like the old days where everyone thought you couldn’t let a person with a head injury sleep. Rest is probably the best thing for you right now.”
She set aside his concern for her at the moment and focused on his earlier statement instead. “So I can go?”
Tye stood and walked to the end of the bed. He gripped the footboard and met her gaze head-on. “There’s stipulations on that.”
“Stipulations? What kind of
“Ho boy, just shoot me now. Please.”
Tye lifted a hand to her cheek and met her eye to eye. “Queasy?”
“That’s putting it mildly.”
He smiled, but the set of his lips was tight. Tense. Like he was faking, wanting to put her at ease when he wasn’t quite there himself. “Hopefully that will pass soon.” He concentrated on her lips as he spoke, and that unsettled flip of her stomach released its grip to reach up and clutch at her heart instead.
She let her eyes drift shut as she placed her palm against her stomach. To anyone looking, it would appear she was trying to quash an intestinal upheaval, which she was. But she was also using the moment to soak in his touch. His thumb circled the crest of her cheekbone while his fingertips massaged the edge of her earlobe and the sensitive skin underneath. It didn’t take more than a second for the relaxing swirls to set her mind adrift. She floated here and there, from the tangible of his touch right now to the memory of his kiss earlier. She relived the way he took control, the way he knew what she needed even when she wasn’t so sure herself. The kiss was perfect—evocative without being in-your-face—and gave her a real-life glimpse at what she’d spent months only dreaming about.
But it was the memory of the way she kissed him in return that snapped her back to reality. She said so much with the easy way she held onto his wrists and the unquestioning simplicity with which she opened not only her mouth to his, but opened her heart to him as well. The kiss said she trusted him. The kiss said she’d tell him the truth.
Which she would, just not here.
“Better?” His voice was low, like he was leery of disturbing her.
“Getting there,” she whispered back.
“Good.” He turned his body and sat on the edge of the bed, still caressing her cheek.
With an uncomfortable understanding of how an amoeba felt under the blazing eye of a microscope, she opened her eyes and searched the room for something she could use to distract him. Being the focal point certainly wasn’t anything new for her, but with her job as Public Defender she was also adept at forcing the spotlight off her and putting it on whichever case came across her desk that needed the most attention at the time. Did the driver who smashed into four cars in the local McDonald’s parking lot really blow a .162 blood alcohol level, or was the breathalyzer dysfunctional as he claimed? Focus on that. Was the client she’d assigned to one of her newer attorneys mentally fit to stand trial? Really easy to draw attention to that.
She drew from that particular skill set now. She eyed the scrubs he’d tossed on the end of the bed and tried to make light. “Making a new fashion statement? Sheriff in scrubs?”
Tye slid his hand from her cheek, down her arm until he reached her hand. He gave a squeeze to her fingers, and said, “They’re for you. It’s against his better judgment, but the doc says he’ll release you.”
“He will?”
Tye nodded. “Yep. Jim’s plastic surgeon stopped in while you were conked out. He took a look at that cut on your head and was able to close it up using medical glue instead of sutures, which is good news.”
She touched the side of her head, lingering for a moment over the fresh bandage. “I didn’t even wake up.”
“No, you were pretty out of it then, and when the nurse came in to unhook you from all the machines, too. Jim said that’s normal, though. It’s not like the old days where everyone thought you couldn’t let a person with a head injury sleep. Rest is probably the best thing for you right now.”
She set aside his concern for her at the moment and focused on his earlier statement instead. “So I can go?”
Tye stood and walked to the end of the bed. He gripped the footboard and met her gaze head-on. “There’s stipulations on that.”
“Stipulations? What kind of
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