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He had healer’s hands. Long elegant fingers with the tips slightly calloused, as if he didn’t really spend all his time sitting behind a desk analyzing people. And when he slipped them over the curve of her ear, Tess shivered….
ОглавлениеHe leaned closer, using a cotton swab to gently clean her cut. “What were you thinking out there in the pool—right before you started to go under?”
His breath was warm against her cheek. Tess shook her head. Concentrating on his words, not on what he was doing to her body. “I don’t know. I can’t remember. It’s all a blur. Just a big blur.”
As she spoke, Tess was conscious of how close he was. His mouth was only inches from hers. It would be so simple to lift her head and quickly brush her lips across his, to run her tongue along the swell of his bottom lip and then carefully, slowly suck it in.
She tightened her fingers on the edge of the sheet. What was she thinking? Please don’t let me make a total fool out of myself, she thought. The stakes are much too high.
“Do you trust me enough to let me help you, Tess?”
