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that he’d given her an excuse to stay with him yesterday. She needed to stay with him to make him better, and he did not belong back at the facility. They were coming after him with guns? She was a baby in the medical field, but even she knew that would set him back, perhaps permanently, if he was suffering from PTSD.
But now, she wasn’t sure the possibility of heading up a medical facility was worth the torture of being strapped to the side of her silent, brooding patient for the amount of time it would take to make headway with him. He hadn’t talked to her once, even when she’d tried to start conversation.
Granted, her conversation starters were pretty glaring diagnosis tactics….
Her eyes sought him out across the room. He lay flat on his back in the other double bed. He’d lost his shirt sometime in the night, and his bare chest gleamed as it rose and fell with his breathing.
Abilene’s mouth went dry.
She was in trouble. Every time she looked at him, she had very unprofessional feelings. And, God, when he touched her, Abilene burned . Sensation after sensation plowed through her until mere kissing and touching were not enough. She wanted them naked. Straining.
Maybe she was lucky that her medical school schedule had kept her from dating. She would have gotten nothing done if she was this easily distracted by a handsome face and hard body.
Flawless body , her mind corrected.
Time to move, before he woke up and caught her staring at him and drooling. That would be hard to explain. She extricated herself from bed only to stub her toe on the night stand. She swore before she could stop herself. Her eyes flew to Eli. His breathing hitched, but he rolled to his side and continued sleeping.
She dared to brush the hair from his face. With his face relaxed, he looked young. Gone were all traces of the intensity he’d portrayed since she’d first seen him. He looked maybe 25 or 26. Her age, 27, at the most.
Funny, she would have sworn he was much older than that. He had a hardness to him that denoted experience and a tough life.
He sighed in his sleep and turned his face into her hand. She jerked it away.
When he made a contented noise and snuggled deeper into the pillow, she looked at the room again. Her eyes drifted to the open bathroom door, and a different kind of longing filled her.
Shower .
She gave a groan of pure anticipation and tripped over her own feet as she scrambled into the bathroom, closed the door, and leaned against it to eyeball the simple shower/bathtub combo with unadulterated lust.
“Hello, gorgeous. Where have you been all my life?” She tore her clothes off and reached beyond the shower curtain to turn on the water, flipping the dial to the hottest setting. She barely waited long enough for the water temperature to warm before snagging her panties from the clothes pile on the floor and hopping in.
Abilene drizzled shampoo on her underwear as makeshift laundry detergent, rinsed them, and then flung them over the shower curtain. She may have to put her dirty clothes back on after this shower, but a girl could face anything with a clean pair of chonies.
That chore handled, Abilene turned to the feeble spray, raising her face worshipfully. The water cascaded down her back, soothing her aching shoulders, scalding her skin clean.
Her skin began to tingle where the water hit her. She looked down at her body questioningly. Well, that’s new . It was the strangest thing, but the tingles spread until they encompassed every square inch of her skin.
And it was uncomfortable .
Abilene reached through the curtain to grab the rough washcloth from the sink, and set to scrubbing her skin to get the irritant off. Her attempt didn’t lessen the itching feeling. The only real result of the scrubbing was red, angry skin.
She shut off the water and exited the shower, her eyes taking in her dirty clothes pile with foreboding. Maybe she had picked up something in the road dust. Well, she would
But now, she wasn’t sure the possibility of heading up a medical facility was worth the torture of being strapped to the side of her silent, brooding patient for the amount of time it would take to make headway with him. He hadn’t talked to her once, even when she’d tried to start conversation.
Granted, her conversation starters were pretty glaring diagnosis tactics….
Her eyes sought him out across the room. He lay flat on his back in the other double bed. He’d lost his shirt sometime in the night, and his bare chest gleamed as it rose and fell with his breathing.
Abilene’s mouth went dry.
She was in trouble. Every time she looked at him, she had very unprofessional feelings. And, God, when he touched her, Abilene burned . Sensation after sensation plowed through her until mere kissing and touching were not enough. She wanted them naked. Straining.
Maybe she was lucky that her medical school schedule had kept her from dating. She would have gotten nothing done if she was this easily distracted by a handsome face and hard body.
Flawless body , her mind corrected.
Time to move, before he woke up and caught her staring at him and drooling. That would be hard to explain. She extricated herself from bed only to stub her toe on the night stand. She swore before she could stop herself. Her eyes flew to Eli. His breathing hitched, but he rolled to his side and continued sleeping.
She dared to brush the hair from his face. With his face relaxed, he looked young. Gone were all traces of the intensity he’d portrayed since she’d first seen him. He looked maybe 25 or 26. Her age, 27, at the most.
Funny, she would have sworn he was much older than that. He had a hardness to him that denoted experience and a tough life.
He sighed in his sleep and turned his face into her hand. She jerked it away.
When he made a contented noise and snuggled deeper into the pillow, she looked at the room again. Her eyes drifted to the open bathroom door, and a different kind of longing filled her.
Shower .
She gave a groan of pure anticipation and tripped over her own feet as she scrambled into the bathroom, closed the door, and leaned against it to eyeball the simple shower/bathtub combo with unadulterated lust.
“Hello, gorgeous. Where have you been all my life?” She tore her clothes off and reached beyond the shower curtain to turn on the water, flipping the dial to the hottest setting. She barely waited long enough for the water temperature to warm before snagging her panties from the clothes pile on the floor and hopping in.
Abilene drizzled shampoo on her underwear as makeshift laundry detergent, rinsed them, and then flung them over the shower curtain. She may have to put her dirty clothes back on after this shower, but a girl could face anything with a clean pair of chonies.
That chore handled, Abilene turned to the feeble spray, raising her face worshipfully. The water cascaded down her back, soothing her aching shoulders, scalding her skin clean.
Her skin began to tingle where the water hit her. She looked down at her body questioningly. Well, that’s new . It was the strangest thing, but the tingles spread until they encompassed every square inch of her skin.
And it was uncomfortable .
Abilene reached through the curtain to grab the rough washcloth from the sink, and set to scrubbing her skin to get the irritant off. Her attempt didn’t lessen the itching feeling. The only real result of the scrubbing was red, angry skin.
She shut off the water and exited the shower, her eyes taking in her dirty clothes pile with foreboding. Maybe she had picked up something in the road dust. Well, she would
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