Mac's Angels : Sinner and Saint. a Loveswept Classic Romance (9780345541659) Read Online Free PDF Page A

out. He planted his eyes on her monitor, kicked off his shoes, and poked one foot beneath the sheet, skimming her ankle.
    â€œGypsies are normally full of bull, but I’m not much of a talker. I guess you, know that.
    â€œIt’s always been easy to be with you, but talking—that’s a different thing. I’ve never told you how much I like your body. Your skin is so soft. It isn’t justthe way it feels in my hands or against me. I think it’s the way you move so lithely, like some mythical creature in one of your books, that gets to me. Oh, babe, I like you naked, wrapped in gauze in the moonlight.”
    That did it. Monitor movement. It was the suggestion of desire that got to the lady. Hell, it got to him too.
Pretty potent stuff, Sandor
. Niko moved his foot, feeling bare flesh where it met the fabric of her hospital gown. Slowly he pushed the gown up, the pads of his toes caressing her leg intimately. He couldn’t see what he was touching, for she was covered with a sheet, but the mental image of her body was more erotic than if he’d been viewing it.
    â€œWe’ve got to get you away from hospital sheets. I know that you like satin ones. Remember the first time we tried them out? It was in that little bed and breakfast on the Hudson. They were out of rooms and we had to take the honeymoon suite. You laughed when I kept sliding. I said they were too slick. It was hell getting traction with my toes. You flung your legs around me and said that we’d slide together.”
    But I didn’t. I never made love on satin sheets. Did I?
    He thought he felt her move.
    He did. Though it was more of a twitch. She might not be consciously hearing him, but her body was. Following his hunch, he dropped his foot to the floor and leaned forward.
    It was truth time. He had to get on with it or pack up his medical bag and move out. Mac had sent him to bring her back and he had to do it in the only waythat seemed to be working. Taking a deep breath, he reached out and took her hand turning it over.
    â€œAs a Gypsy, I never believed much in fortunetelling.” He skimmed her palm with his finger. “This is your lifeline.” He touched it with his tongue. “If I were predicting your future, I’d say we have a long life together. Do you feel my mouth against you?” He planted a kiss in the center of her hand, gently at first, then more intimately.
    Bingo!
The monitor was fluttering wildly. But there was an unexpected glitch in the program. Not only was his sexy talk getting to the woman, it was turning him on as well.
    â€œI’ll be damned, my lady in blue, I believe that we have a small problem here. I’m trying to bring you back to life, and it’s me that’s getting aroused.”
    But she was coming to life too, at least on the heart machine. The green line was plunging from peaks to valleys in a fury.
    He can’t be kissing my palm. It must be the dream. The woman on the moor. Her lover has come back and I’m there. It’s happening again. I’m becoming the woman in the dream. Her breath came faster and she felt the woman push against his hand
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    Niko wasn’t imagining her physical response either. She’d flexed her hand, twisting it so slightly that if it hadn’t been for the monitors, he’d have thought he imagined it. “That gets to you, doesn’t it? Don’t pull away. I make you feel good, don’t I? I always have.”
    The Gypsy was doing it again, just like in the dream
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igniting the fire in the woman. He always fanned it into flame. And though she knew it was wrong, she could never hold back. Her Gypsy was there and she wanted him to make love to her
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    What in hell was he doing holding her hand to his mouth, tasting the salt on her skin, breathing unevenly against her. His pulse raced wildly. No matter what kind of reaction he was getting from her, he was swimming in deep water. The intercom crackled to