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

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    â€œDo you need any help, doctor?”
    â€œNo!” he barked, then swallowed back his irritation, recognizing it was pure frustration at his own response. He ought to get up and leave. But he couldn’t. He was too close. Not until she’d been forced to open her eyes.
    Niko sat on her bed, leaning forward to study her in disbelief.
    He was as hard as some randy kid, his jeans rubbing tight against an erection that throbbed painfully. Was, she feeling the same thing he was? She had to know what was happening. She couldn’t sleep through this, could she? One way to find out. Either the ice princess would thaw out and send him flying across the room, or …
    Hippocates, forgive me
. Niko took her hand again.
    â€œI’m sorry you’re asleep, princess. If we were somewhere else, I’d let you see what you do to me,” he said in a tight voice. “It’s pretty obvious how much I want you. But then, I always do, don’t I?”
    She definitely wasn’t standing to the side, watching
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This time she was the woman. She felt the tide of desire sweep over her. In her mind’s eye she could see that the man was hard and big and he wanted her. And she wanted him—so badly
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    The monitor was going crazy. The door to the cubicle burst open and he barely had time to move his hand before the new nurse came charging in.
    â€œWhat’s happening?” she asked, obviously confused to find him sitting on the patient’s bed.
    â€œShe’s trying to wake.” Niko slid his fingertips around her wrist as though he were taking her pulse. “It’s all right. I’ve been trying some new methods of stimulation. Go away.”
    No, don’t stop. Please
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    The nurse looked from the monitor to Niko, her eyes fastening suspiciously on the hospital ID tag attached to his belt. “I don’t understand.”
    â€œYou don’t have to. Just leave us. You’re interfering with my treatment.”
    Hesitantly, the nurse backed out of the room. “If you’re certain.”
    â€œI am,” he snapped, then let out a sigh of relief when he heard the door close. This nurse wasn’t going to accept that for long. He’d proven that his patient was responding physically, but if he were going to continue to reach her, he’d have to make different arrangements.
    He’d have to be able to touch her. No! Was he actually justifying physical stimulation of a patient through her mind? That went against everything he’d ever been taught as a doctor. Even as he weighed hisoptions, his own body was arguing with his hesitation. Dammit, he wanted her. This wasn’t medical research, this was lust.
    The monitor was quiet now. He rose and stepped back from the bed and left the cubicle in a silent rage. Even if it worked, he wasn’t comfortable with touching a patient. This wasn’t what he’d trained to do; it wasn’t medicine, it was something closer to abuse. Mac was asking too much.
    â€œWatch her. Call me if there’s any change,” he instructed the wide-eyed nurse behind the rack of monitors at the nurses’ station.
    â€œBut I don’t even know who you are,” she protested.
    â€œI’m Dr. Nikolai Sandor,” he roared, “the devil on the ninth floor.”
    The devil? That made sense. Only a sinner could put such thoughts in her head. But he was gone now and she would put that turmoil behind her. She’d worked hard at not feeling anything. She wouldn’t allow herself to feel—ever again. It wasn’t safe
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    Friday the 13th—2:00 P.M .—near Times Square
    The library where Karen worked was close to the hospital, which meant it wasn’t in the best section of the city. Halfway between his condo, where he spent an occasional night, and Times Square, it huddled between two small office buildings, dwarfed by a sign for a popular soft drink company whose neon carbonation