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by Linda Kage

Ellie risked sending him a brief frown. "It's not funny," she admonished. "You hurt yourself because of me."

"Well, if I knew I was going to get this kind of attention for it, I would've injured myself a long time ago," he said and then laughed. "Jesus, El. You don't have to turn me into a mummy."

"Hush," she said and taped off the end.

Once she turned away to store her ointment and supplies back in the cabinet, she felt him push to his feet. He moved closer. She knew because she was suddenly enveloped by his smell and his very heat.

Ellie swallowed and finished putting away her first-aid kit.

They were too close. The already miniscule bathroom grew even smaller, and suddenly she couldn't breathe so well.

Slowly, she pushed the cabinet door closed and met his gaze in the mirrored reflection.

"Ellie." He touched her back lightly.

She jumped. Mortified by her own response, she covered her mouth with both hands and spun toward the exit. But she didn't even get one step before he took her arm.

"Ellie," he said again, his voice soft and entreating.

"Boston, I'm sorry. But I can't—" she started, turning toward him, merely to let him down easy. But when his blue gaze latched onto hers, the words died in her throat.

"You can't what?" he asked.

She shook her head, unable to even remember what she'd wanted to say.

"Oh." The word puffed from his mouth, and his warm breath caressed he

r cheeks.

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His gaze darted to her lips and back to her eyes. Then slowly, so frustratingly slowly, he bent his head, stopping an inch from her mouth as if waiting for permission to proceed.

Ellie exhaled, closing her eyes and tipping her face up.

Soft, warm lips pressed against hers, gentle enough she wondered if she was imagining it, dreaming it. But then he made a sound in the back of his throat. His hot mouth moved over hers fully, slanting and stroking his tongue boldly between her teeth.

He cupped her jaw, his warm fingers heating her skin. She sank against him, wrapping her arms around his neck. His middle nudged hers, and the press of his erection through his jeans made her sob. God, she wanted to moan aloud. Thank you, thank you, thank you. She'd been craving to do this again for nearly two weeks.

He backed her up half a step until her bottom hit the edge of the sink vanity. Then he lifted her, setting her on the counter, and ran his hand up her thigh, touching her through denim.

"Oh, Lord," the words were pulled from her. She arched, throwing her head back and gasping again while his mouth and tongue moved down the side of her throat. "Boston."

He pulled back slightly to look at her. No words were uttered, and that seemed to be the most poignant thing he could've ever said. His gaze spoke volumes. Ellie reached for his face and dragged him back.

His breathing was ragged, but then, so was hers. His mouth scorched, his tongue slid like wet silk into her mouth, unforgiving as it sought hers.

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