drop of sweat slipped from his forehead to hers as his fingers searched her throat for a pulse. She knew her heart was beatingâfast, in factâbut she didnât realize she couldnât breathe until he bent his ear to her mouth.
Her hand flailed out and grabbed his wrist.
He lifted his head and looked at her. âYouâre not breathing.â
She shook her head and dug her fingers into his arm.
His hand came to her cheek and he bent close, like he was about to kiss her. âTry to relax,â he urged.
Relax? She was suffocating!
He tilted her head back and stuck his fingers in her mouth, probing carefully along her tongue to her throat. He withdrew his fingers and took hold of her chin.
âI need you to trust me.â
He pinched her nose closed, and she panicked and struggled.
â Relax , Tess.â His mouth closed over hers, and his breath forced its way into her throat. The panicky feeling eased as her lungs expanded with his air.
Ross waited, watching to see if sheâd start up again on her own. But her diaphragm had seized, like someone had punched her, and it seemed in no hurry to get going again.
âYouâre going to be fine,â he soothed. âI think itâll pass if youâll calm down. Iâm not going to let you suffocate. I have more than enough air for both of us.â
Finally some of his calm seeped into her, and she nodded. Realizing sheâd knotted her hand in his shirt, she opened her fist.
âGood.â He bent and breathed for her again. She closed her eyes and let her thoughts drift to his lips ⦠the soft, firm feel of them against hers.
Suddenly her chest heaved and filled on its own. She pushed him away, rolling onto her stomach, gasping and coughing. As the spasms subsided, she let her head fall against Rossâs leg.
âJesus Christ , Doctor.â
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If you drink much from a bottle marked âpoison,â it is almost certain to disagree with you, sooner or later.
â Lewis Carroll, Aliceâs Adventures in Wonderland
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âY OU OKAY?â croaked Tess.
Ross stared down at the reddish waves of hair cascading over his thigh. âYeah.â
But the calm heâd willed himself to feel for Tessâs sake had now evaporated. His breaths came quickly as he relived the last moments of the transfer. The way Jake had snatched at Tess through him. Jake had fed on Ross, but he hungered for Tess. Everything Jake had described that morning about how it felt to feed on her, Ross had experienced as the conduit between them. And it was much more complicated than hunger. Jake wanted her emotionally. Sexually. The impression had been so strong it had left Ross with a painful erection.
Tess lifted her head from his leg and sat up, propping herself against the wall. Ross did the same, raising his knees to conceal the evidence.
âNext time we have to do it before heâs started to fade,â said Tess. âHe was too desperate.â
Ross jerked his chin, motioning the other agent away. Swain holstered his weapon and moved off down the corridor.
âIâm not doing that again,â said Ross. âAnd neither are you.â
Tess met his gaze. He was pretty good at reading peopleâ unnaturally good, a colleague had once saidâbut at the moment he was coming up empty.
She rose slowly to her feet and started toward Jakeâs door.
Ross swore and yanked the Glock from its holster. â Donât , Doctor.â
âTake it easy. Iâm just checking on him.â
Ross pushed himself to his feet and followed.
âGo away, Doc,â Jake growled through the speaker.
âItâs okay, Jake,â said Tess. âYouâre not feeling the same need now, are you?â
âI donât need to eat a whole carton of Espresso Chunk ice cream, but that never stops me from doing it.â
âNot the same. Thatâs not hurting anyone but