Free Savior (The Keepers of Hell Book 1) by DANIELLE JAMES

his borrowed scrubs. He wondered again what she would taste like. He knew that once he left the hospital he could never see her again. He was dangerous to her. He put her in danger.
         He knew he could never allow himself another chance, so he gave in to temptation. He stood, put his hand on the back of her neck, and pulled her close to him. Her eyes widened but she didn’t pull away, and Ash took that as acceptance.
         He lowered his head and brushed his lips over hers. She didn’t fight him, so he traced his tongue over the seam of her lips, and when she sighed, he went for it.
         Elizabeth couldn’t believe what was happening. Ash was kissing her! And she was letting him. And enjoying it! He crushed his mouth to hers and wrapped his arm around her waist, bringing her fully against his body. Electric tingles spread throughout her body and she melted against his hard chest. She forgot that he was her patient and this was completely against the rules. She forgot that he was injured. Hell, she forgot her own damned name as his tongue made her mouth its playground.
         He wrapped her in the comfort of his arms and deepened the kiss. Their tongues dueled for control as he nipped and sucked at her mouth. He broke away finally and kissed her jaw and the hollow of her neck. His larger body curled around hers and he was pushing himself, more specifically, his erection, against her. Elizabeth didn’t know when she had begun to return the embrace, but her arms were around his neck and she was holding his head to her skin. It felt so…right. Being in this giant man’s arms felt like home to her, and that was a dangerous concept.
         When he finally let her go, Elizabeth squashed a whimper. She hated the loss of his body heat against her and felt cold almost immediately.
         “Take care of yourself,” he said softly. He yanked the scrub shirt over his head and walked briskly out the door, leaving Elizabeth a speechless, quivering mess.

CHAPTER TEN
     
         Ash walked briskly through the hospital, ignoring the strange looks he was getting from pretty much everyone. It wasn’t every day that a large man wearing purple scrubs that were too short for him stormed through the halls. The giant erection that was tenting the scrubs probably didn’t help either.
         God, why had he kissed her? He could still taste her on his lips. He could still feel her soft body crushed against his. He couldn’t get her out of his head. It was at that point he knew that he would never forget the look on her face when he left her. The image of her standing there with swollen lips and shaking hands would forever be burned into his memory. He knew he would hold on to it. It was all he was ever going to have of the pretty doctor.
         He had been with many women over his lifetime, why did this one matter so much? He could try to tell himself it was because the demon threatened her, but he knew that was only part of it. Somehow, the little woman had gotten under his skin. Hell, she saved his pitiful life, and damn if he wasn’t determined to live it now more than ever. He was going to protect Lele, and he was going to protect his doctor, even if he had to do it from afar.
         He forced his feet to move faster, even as they itched to turn around and go back to her. He wanted to kiss her again. He wanted that and so much more. He wanted to just lay her down on the bed and kiss her until there was no part of her body that he wasn’t intimately familiar with. He wanted to fuck her until she screamed, until she couldn’t remember what day it was.
         What was worse, he cared about her. More than he should. He wanted her to be happy and he wanted to be the one who put the smile on her face every day.
         But that wasn’t in the cards for Ash. He knew the day the demon reminded him of the deal he made that he could never entertain that kind of relationship. Ash didn’t own himself, and