Free The Doctor Wore Spurs by Leanne Banks Page A

her bedroom. "I don't want to mislead you. We're not going to make love," she told him as she unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his broad shoulders.
    "Why not?" he asked, his eyes dark with a brooding desire.
    "Not the right time," she said, feeling her pulse triple as she unfastened his belt. She hesitated before she slowly unzipped his jeans, easing the zipper down over the bulge of his masculinity. Her hands began to tremble. She stopped and swallowed. "I think you can finish taking them off."
    Tyler shoved off his jeans, and she took in the sight of his well-muscled tall body. This was going to be more difficult than she'd thought. She was more aroused than she'd planned, but Jill sensed he needed something different, and she was determined to give it to him.
    "Lie down on the bed," she said, steeling herself for the moment she would touch him. He shrank the space of the double bed, and she took a breath before she sat on the bed. She lifted her fingers to his brow and stroked his forehead.
    His throat worked and his eyes glinted with confusion. "What are you doing?"
    She continued to stroke his forehead and eyelids. "Does it feel good?"
    "Yes," he said. "But what—"
    "Hush," she said, sliding her finger over his mouth. "The doctor takes care of everyone. Every once in a while, someone needs to take care of the doctor. Just relax."
    For a moment he looked as if he were going to argue, then he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Jill continued stroking his face until his breathing grew deep and regular. He was far too handsome for the good of the female race, she thought as she looked down at his chiseled face. Strong brows framed his large eyes crowned with black spiky eyelashes. Crinkles of concentration formed on either side of his eyes, his nose was straight, his chin stubborn and his mouth generous.
    Even in sleep, he looked full of vitality. He used his charisma to help the healing process. Perhaps, she thought fancifully, he was the sorcerer.
    But not tonight. Tonight he was a man.
    Jill felt a stirring sensation in her, almost like the wind before a storm, sweeping across places she'd thought were locked away, slipping into secret places in her soul. Disturbed, she frowned. Comforting Tyler wasn't about sex. It wasn't even about love. It was about simple human compassion and nothing more, she told herself.
    Shrugging out of her robe, and lying beside him on the bed, she gently nudged him on his side and held him from behind, her breasts against his back, her arm curled around his waist. Human compassion, her mind mocked her, as Tyler folded his hand over hers.
    Tyler awakened to the sensation of slim, feminine legs entwined with his. Her breasts teased his back.
    Small puffs of breath tickled his neck. He couldn't recall a nicer hug even though this one was backward. He couldn't recall a woman being so tender with him since he was a child. He might have smiled if not for the small, slim hand riding dangerously low on his abdomen. But that was Jill's hand, and the knowledge that she was so close fully aroused him. He bit back a groan.
    She snuggled and her hand slid another inch closer. Tyler grew warm. To have her this close was heaven. And hell. He could slowly roll over and take her mouth, kiss her awake, take her breasts in his palms, then slide his hands down her ribs and abdomen and lower. He would explore her with his fingers and his tongue until she awakened wet and wanting him. Then he would slide inside her and pump.
    Unable to stand it any longer, he carefully rolled over and slid his fingers through her tousled hair. Her cheeks were pink in sleep, her lips slightly parted as if she were waiting for his kiss. That was enough for Tyler.
    He lowered his mouth to hers. She nuzzled against him and sighed. He increased the pressure and she stretched her arms around him. She was so sweet, so sexy, and he wanted her so much. Rolling onto his back, he pulled her on top of him and relished the sensation