Free Emergency Doctor and Cinderella by Melanie Milburne Page A

belly and beyond. His eyes locked on hers as his mouth moved against each of her fingers in turn. She felt mesmerised by his touch. It brought such heat to her body, making it tinglingly alive. She gave a little gasp when his lips opened over her index finger, drawing its knuckle into the warm,dark, dangerously tempting cavern of his mouth. She felt the sexy rasp of his tongue as it curled around her sensitive fingertip, her senses almost exploding in response. She could hear ringing in her ears, a buzzing sound that made her wonder if she was losing control of her mind, drawn into such a whirlpool of longing that nothing else made sense.
    ‘Damn it,’ Eamon said as he released her hand and got to his feet.
    Erin blinked herself back to reality. Of course he would stop this nonsense; someone had to be sensible about this. It wouldn’t do to let this go any further. It was crazy to think otherwise. It was crazy to think…
    ‘Great timing, don’t you think?’ he asked as he moved towards the kitchen.
    Erin frowned as she realised the buzzing wasn’t coming from inside her head at all. It was the oven timer telling them dinner was ready. ‘Er, yes,’ she said. ‘I guess it is.’
    ‘Do you know how to switch it off?’ he called out from the kitchen. ‘I haven’t used it before. I don’t want to call Steph; I’ll never hear the end of it.’
    She got off the sofa on legs that felt like not-quite-set jelly and made her way to the kitchen. Eamon was leaning over the oven, peering at the dials, giving her a wonderful view of his jean-clad, taut behind. She came as close as she dared, reaching past him to press the button which should have had a tiny bell symbol on it but in this case was worn away from use. ‘That’s the one,’ she said. ‘It’s exactly the same model as mine next door.’
    He straightened and looked down at her. ‘Amazing.’
    Erin shrugged. ‘You would have worked it out eventually.’
    ‘I wasn’t talking about the timer.’
    She drew in a shaky little breath as he came closer. She didn’t step away; in a galley kitchen there wasn’t anywhere to go, or so she told herself later. ‘Oh?’ Her voice came out like a mouse squeak.
    His arms settled either side of her, his hands resting on the bench, creating a cage for her body. His eyes meshed with hers, holding her entranced as each sensually charged second pulsed by.
    ‘So, Dr Taylor,’ he said in a low, deep rumble. ‘Where should we go from here?’
    Erin carefully inflated her lungs but even so she felt as if a handful of thorns had gone down with the air she breathed in. ‘Um, you step back. I step back. Easy. Sensible. No harm done.’
    His lips curved upwards. ‘You think?’
    Erin didn’t know what to think. Her mind seemed to have switched off several minutes ago. Her senses were on high alert, each one screaming for more of his touch. Her tongue darted out to moisten her tombstone-dry lips; her heart lurched when she saw his eyes drop to her mouth.
    Time slowed, frame by frame, as his head came down, lower, lower, the warm caress of his breath skating over the surface of her lips, heating her blood to a slow boil. Her breath mingled with his, an erotic union that sent her senses reeling even further. She closed her eyes as his mouth brushed hers, like a sable brush against a precious canvas, soft, light, careful. He did it once more, just as lightly, the barely there touch making her lips tingle for more pressure.
    He lifted his head a mere fraction, his eyes heavy-lidded as they tethered hers. ‘How’s that intuition ofyours?’ he asked. ‘Do you reckon it’s time to stop or should we risk one more kiss?’
    The winds had never had so much caution thrown at them as Erin stepped up on tiptoe, her hips brushing against the rock-hard wall of his. ‘Maybe just one more…’ she whispered.
    ‘Better make it a good one, then,’ he said, and covered her mouth with the explosive heat and fire of his.

CHAPTER FIVE
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