Beating Heart Excerpt
“I’m fine. I’m not hurt. And I’m a doctor, remember? I can take care of myself.” I tried to grab the towel from his large hand.
My God. Everything was large on this man. He was tall. His shoulders were broad. His arms were muscled, and his thighs were thick. And I could only imagine what lay beneath those joggers of his.
“Stop fighting me, woman. Why are you so stubborn?”
“Well, I barely know you, and you just acted like a caveman, with the way you picked me up and carried me inside. I’m not some damsel in distress.”
The man clearly didn’t get offended easily because he just flashed me that sexy smirk before returning his attention to my knee. “You’ve got a little cut here. Let me get you a bandage.”
He moved to the cabinet beside the refrigerator, and I didn’t argue this time. He was clearly determined to patch me up from my mortifying experience, and I wasn’t in the mood to fight anymore.
He tore off the paper and looked me in the eye. “You barely know me, huh? What do you want to know? You already know that I’m a single dad, and I told you about Cutler’s mother. Hit me with whatever you want. We’re neighbors, and you shouldn’t feel like you can’t come into my house because you don’t know me well enough. You’re my son’s doctor, after all. We should be friends, right?”
“I shouldn’t have said that. It was rude. I’m just not used to a man picking me up and carrying me around.” I shrugged.
He moved forward after placing the bandage on my knee, and he stood between my legs, catching me off guard again. His face was so close to mine that I couldn’t move. “What are you used to, Emerson?”
Great question. What am I used to?
Bad sex. Zero loyalty. Lies. Betrayal. Need I say more?
My eyes zoned in on his plump lips. His gray eyes bored into mine. And I wanted to feel his mouth on mine. His lips. His tongue. I wanted to press my body to his bare chest and feel his arms wrapped around me.
His warm breath tickled my cheek. The tip of his nose grazed mine.
He was so close I could taste him.
Mint and pine and masculine, sexy man.
My hands moved to his chest, desperate to feel his muscles beneath my fingertips.
To feel something.
Anything.
It had been so long.
So long since I’d felt wanted.
This longing ache lay heavy on my chest.
I. Want. Him. To. Kiss. Me.
My God. Everything was large on this man. He was tall. His shoulders were broad. His arms were muscled, and his thighs were thick. And I could only imagine what lay beneath those joggers of his.
“Stop fighting me, woman. Why are you so stubborn?”
“Well, I barely know you, and you just acted like a caveman, with the way you picked me up and carried me inside. I’m not some damsel in distress.”
The man clearly didn’t get offended easily because he just flashed me that sexy smirk before returning his attention to my knee. “You’ve got a little cut here. Let me get you a bandage.”
He moved to the cabinet beside the refrigerator, and I didn’t argue this time. He was clearly determined to patch me up from my mortifying experience, and I wasn’t in the mood to fight anymore.
He tore off the paper and looked me in the eye. “You barely know me, huh? What do you want to know? You already know that I’m a single dad, and I told you about Cutler’s mother. Hit me with whatever you want. We’re neighbors, and you shouldn’t feel like you can’t come into my house because you don’t know me well enough. You’re my son’s doctor, after all. We should be friends, right?”
“I shouldn’t have said that. It was rude. I’m just not used to a man picking me up and carrying me around.” I shrugged.
He moved forward after placing the bandage on my knee, and he stood between my legs, catching me off guard again. His face was so close to mine that I couldn’t move. “What are you used to, Emerson?”
Great question. What am I used to?
Bad sex. Zero loyalty. Lies. Betrayal. Need I say more?
My eyes zoned in on his plump lips. His gray eyes bored into mine. And I wanted to feel his mouth on mine. His lips. His tongue. I wanted to press my body to his bare chest and feel his arms wrapped around me.
His warm breath tickled my cheek. The tip of his nose grazed mine.
He was so close I could taste him.
Mint and pine and masculine, sexy man.
My hands moved to his chest, desperate to feel his muscles beneath my fingertips.
To feel something.
Anything.
It had been so long.
So long since I’d felt wanted.
This longing ache lay heavy on my chest.
I. Want. Him. To. Kiss. Me.
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