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her
coloring. Ryan loved it. He wanted to spread her out and worship that alabaster
skin for days, kiss every tiny freckle he found.
    The loose jeans
and pale blue oxford she wore only accentuated her slight build. She didn’t eat
well, never had. She needed someone to help take care of her, make sure she ate
a decent meal at least once a day. He could do that, if she didn’t kill him
first.
    From the look on
her face, she was about to.

Chapter
Four
     
    A small part of
Tate wanted to kill Ryan for tricking her, just reach out and wrap her hands
around his throat and squeeze the life right out of him.
    But the larger
part of her, which unfortunately included the lady parts, wanted to touch him
for other reasons, reasons that she suspected dictated her actions when she’d
asked for his address rather than telling him to go back to the ER to be checked
out. Besides, if he had truly been concerned about his arm possibly being
infected, he wouldn’t have asked if she was working, he would’ve just gone to
the hospital. Ryan valued his limbs too much to risk losing them to something
like cellulitis or sepsis.
    So that made her
almost as culpable as he was.
    She couldn’t
concentrate while staring at him without a shirt on. His chest was too appealing
and distracting. All bulgy solid muscle over thick bone, smooth tan skin, his
areolas small and dark in … Holy crap,
one of his nipples is pierced!
    Before Tate
could stop herself, she’d reached for it as if it was some sort of intriguing
abnormality. She had seen piercings on patients naturally, but never one she
wanted to touch as badly as she did his.
    She didn’t even
look up at his face for permission. When her fingers made contact with the
small silver hoop, he flinched but didn’t move to stop her. She shifted closer
then, running the tip of her finger around his nipple to watch it tighten,
before she gave the ring a little indulgent tug.
    Ryan hissed
through his teeth, and his hands shot out to capture her hips, pulling her
flush to his body. The more she toyed with the jewelry, the stiffer his cock
grew against her stomach and the harder his fingertips dug into her
jean-covered skin. And she had to admit, she liked that she could cause that
reaction in him with such a simple touch. Feeling it made her wonder about
something else, though.
    “You didn’t
pierce your …” Tate licked her lips, inexplicably shy
with her words all of a sudden. Her eyes jumped up to his.
    “My
cock?” He grinned. “No. I’m not that brave.”
    “Or crazy. I’ve
seen horror stories, trust me on that.”
      “I can imagine. This was a drunken impulse
four years ago.”
    She continued to
finger the jewelry. “If you take it out, the hole will grow up.”
    “I started to,
but then … I kind of got used to it.”
    Tate gave it
another tug, causing him to make a soft grunting noise in his throat. “And
there’s a direct correlation between the nerves in the nipple and the nerves in
the genitals.”
    Ryan laughed,
pressing his erection against her stomach. “No kidding, Doc. I’m rock hard. ‘Course a lot of that has to do with the company.”
    Tate had opened
this door by touching him so intimately, and she was about to step through it.
There was no denying she wanted him. Giving in to that desire might not be the
smartest thing she’d ever done, but this was Ryan. They had a history, even
though the last chapter was depressing. There was no question sex with him
would be amazing. She’d worry about the ramifications later. For once, she wanted
to act rash and bold and selfish.
    She replaced her
finger with her mouth on his nipple. Ryan groaned, his hand coming up to gently
cup the back of her head and hold her close. She circled the small bud with the
tip of her tongue before catching the metal between her teeth. Pulling it into
her mouth, she sucked hard.
    The hand in her
hair tightened, his hips bucking instinctively. “Fuck, Tate. You’re killing
me.”
    She slid