He blinked as he tried to refocus. “Can’t tell what?”
“If you have a fever. Hold on.” To his surprise, she leaned forward and pressed her mouth against his forehead. His heart lurched at the touch of her lips against his skin.
She was so close. Too close. Eric swiped his tongue along his mouth as he stared at her throat. He wanted to lick every inch of it, and then he would brand her with a love bite so everyone would know she was his.
He shouldn’t think like that. Julie wasn’t his and never would be. Eric closed his eyes, but that didn’t help. He caught a hint of her scent. It was warm and sweet like cinnamon. He found it difficult to swallow.
“No, no fever,” she said and cupped his face with both hands. He opened his eyes just in time to see Julie peer at him intently.
He wondered what she saw. Was she scared by the darkness in his eyes? She should be. She should be running far away. Didn’t she know that he could pounce at any moment?
“Do you hurt anywhere?”
“Hurt?” he repeated. She had a tender expression that twisted him up inside.
“Any aching?”
Oh, hell, yeah. He was beginning to ache. Eric shifted in his seat. “Were you a nurse in a former life?”
There was a mysterious, almost bittersweet smile. “At one time I thought about it, but I decided I don’t like hanging around hospitals.”
“I know the feeling.” When he was on enforced bed rest from his knife injury he almost went stir-crazy.
“I saw how nicely the doctors sewed you up.” She reached out and brushed her fingertips along the side of his ribs.
He remembered how he’d woken up that morning. Half-naked with Julie, soft and warm underneath him. She had fit snugly against him. The memory made him rock hard.
“You probably haven’t fully recovered.” She continued to caress his scar, almost absently. “You should rest more.”
He scowled at her suggestion. “I’ve been resting for the past six weeks.”
“No, you haven’t,” she disagreed softly. “You’ve been working night and day to help Perry. I admire that about you. Not many guys would take the time to help their godfathers.”
“It’s the least I could do.” He was uncomfortable by the admiring gleam in her eyes. He wasn’t a hero because he was helping a friend. “Perry took care of me plenty of times when I was growing up.”
“I bet you were wild.” Her eyes sparkled.
“I was.” Had she moved closer or had he? It didn’t matter. He needed to break the spell between them.
She arched one eyebrow. “Are you still wild?”
His chest tightened. “Yeah,” he confessed.
“Good,” she whispered. “I like wild.”
JULIE’S HEART POUNDED against her chest as she grazed her mouth against his. She thought she would feel brazen at this moment. Instead, she was nervous, not knowing if Eric was going to reject her.
She placed her hands on his shoulders and deepened the kiss. He tasted good. Hot, male and dangerous.
Eric didn’t respond. She wanted one more taste before he pulled away. With the dart of her tongue, Julie traced the lines of his mouth, encouraging him to part his lips.
She heard Eric groan, felt the rumble in his chest. He reached out and Julie was sure he would push her away. Instead, he grabbed her waist, his hands bunching her dress in his fists.
Julie wasn’t sure why he wasn’t tumbling her into his arms or, worse, setting her aside. When she felt the tremor in his shoulders, she understood. He was trying to hang on to the last shred of restraint.
She understood it because she felt the same way. But she wasn’t going to hold back any longer.
Julie thrust her tongue into Eric’s warm mouth and boldly explored. When Eric sucked her in deep, Julie moaned with pleasure.
The sound of her voice shattered the last of his resistance. He vaulted from his chair and pressed her body against his. Eric speared his hands through her hair, holding her still before he plunged his tongue into her mouth.
His kiss made her knees buckle. She had never been kissed like this before. He dominated. Mastered. Claimed. She surrendered without a fight.
Julie grabbed the front of Eric’s shirt and pulled him down with her. She lay across his desk, disregarding the pile of papers and whatever it was poking against her. All of her attention was on Eric.
She felt the urgency rippling through him as he rubbed his hands over her hips and stomach. His fierce kisses left her breathless. It was all Julie could do to hang on, her senses going wild. She inhaled his heat, his scent, and found it intriguing.
Eric was hot for her. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. She thought her seduction would end with a few kisses. She never thought it would go this far … that he wanted more. The knowledge filled her with confidence. She reached down to the tie at her waist and yanked it boldly. Her dress sagged open.
Eric broke the kiss and lifted his head. She pulled at her dress even more and watched his eyes darken with pleasure when he saw the pale blue lace of her bra.
He brushed her hands away and grabbed her dress. With his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath, he peeled her dress from her body. Julie’s breath hitched in her throat. It felt as if he were unwrapping a special present.
A tingle of nerves washed over her. Did he like what he saw? Or was it going to end before it began? Julie was tempted to strike a centerfold pose to show her body off in the best light.
Eric covered one of her breasts with his strong hand. She felt small and soft against him. Ultrafeminine. He teased her tight nipple against the satin and she shivered with delight.
He leaned down, yanked the bra away and licked the tip of her breast. He curled his tongue, then flattened it, before sweeping it against her nipple. Heat washed through her as he teased her.
Julie cried out. She clutched his head, her fingers caressing his hair, as she pressed him closer. She wanted more.
As he sucked her nipple, Eric trailed his hand down her abdomen, stroking her heated skin, learning the curves of her body. She tensed when he cupped her sex.
Even though she still wore pale blue panties, there was no way she could hide her arousal. He touched her boldly, dragging the edge of his thumb along the folds of her sex. She wanted him to rip her panties off and sink into her.
The phone next to her head rang. The shrill sound made her jump. She looked around, startled, but Eric rested his hand against her shoulder to soothe her.
“Ignore it,” he said against her breast, his voice low and rough. He slipped his fingertips beneath the lace of her panties. She desperately wanted to pretend nothing else existed
