Page 51 of Her Braun
How had she not felt his heart pounding against his chest?
He was still trying to catch his breath.
And then he’d all but lost his ability to breathe when she’d snaked her hand up his chest and against the pulse at the side of his neck.
He could have lost his sanity at that moment if it hadn’t been for the pain that flared when his dick went rock hard in his pants. Sure, he’d had the thing tailored for him thanks to Taylor’s generosity, but tailored meant it was fitted to him, and no one had counted on him getting hard as a rock wearing the damn thing.
Smiling, he tried to find a sitting position where he wasn’t cutting off the circulation to that particular appendage, and he wasn’t begging anyone to see it either.
“Are you okay?”
Gibson turned his head to look at Kay and saw genuine worry in her eyes. “Hmm?”
She narrowed her eyes at him and leaned closer.
For a moment, one of his favorite fantasies reared its head as he imagined her in her scrubs, leaning over his naked body, ready to put her stethoscope to his chest and her mouth on anything she deemed swollen.
“Here,” his fantasy Kay whispered to him as she moved in for a kiss, “let me take your temperature. You look feverish.”
Gibson’s lips parted and he leaned closer only to come up short when he felt something touch his forehead.
It was the back of Kay’s hand.
The sexy siren from his late-night fantasies had just taken his temperature like you would do to a child.
He wanted to fall through the floor at that very moment.
But the world wasn’t that kind to him.
Not at all.
“Hmm,” she moved away and looked into his eyes, “you feel a little warm, but nothing that I’d worry about.”
Kay’s concern didn’t stop there.
“But…” she drew out the word as she looked deep into his eyes, “maybe I ought to see…”
She reached out with both hands and touched her fingertips to the sides of his face, holding him still as she half-stood and leaned her cheek against his forehead.
She was so damn sexy without even trying.
With her cool cheek against his skin she’d unknowingly given him a tantalizing look down the neckline of her dress.
The sparkling black fabric looked like the night sky against her ivory skin and while he only got a hint of the shape and size of her breasts, he knew one thing for certain.
He could spend days just worshiping her breasts.
His hands.
His mouth.
What he wouldn’t give to know if her nipples looked like they did in his dreams.
Gibson’s hands lifted from his sides, and he was reaching for her before he could stop himself.
Right at the moment that she pulled away and met his dazed eyes with her own gaze fraught with concern, his hands found her hips and he tugged her onto his lap, his lips meeting hers as she gasped.
He could taste the moonflower cocktail on her lips, and he chased that flavor into her mouth.
