The Prince's Intimate Abduction (The Samara Royal Family Series Book 2) Read Online Free PDF Page B

lonely girl most of the time.  “When?  What kinds of fun?”
    She clenched her teeth as she stood across the room, anxious about coming closer to check on his wound but also wanting to switch the subject and changing his bandages would get the conversation moving in that direction.  Refusing to answer his challenge, she turned around and huffed a bit.  “Could you come into the next room where there is more light?” she asked, stepping back and wishing she’d asked Ben to do this earlier. 
    “You’re going to have to help me again,” he warned her, liking the idea of her touching him once again.  She was all soft curves and smooth skin.  Not to mention those beautiful eyes and incredibly long lashes!  Damn, he liked those grey eyes that were skittering about the room nervously. 
    Raven cringed.  She hadn’t thought about that!  “Fine,” she sighed.  She should have known that he would need help!  Of course, he hadn’t needed help when he’d gotten to the bathroom yesterday evening but…
    She should have anticipated all of this but when it came to this man, she wasn’t always thinking clearly.  She just wished he wasn’t so charming and handsome when he smiled.  That smile softened all of the harsh edges that seemed to epitomize the man, even when he was sleeping. 
    Moving over to his cot, she gritted her teeth as she put her shoulder under his arm and helped him up, telling herself not to think about how warm and wonderful he felt.  And good grief, the man smelled good!  She knew he was only taking sponge baths in the tiny bathroom each night, so why did he smell so amazingly good?  It shouldn’t be possible, but she still had to fight the urge to turn her face so that her nose was closer to his warm, tanned skin. 
    Turk wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer and enjoying her touch against his body.  Those fingers that were so knowledgeable about healing were driving him nuts with her barely-there touch on his back.  “Thanks, now tell me what you did for fun.”
    Raven cringed as she felt all of those rippling muscles along his back.  Goodness, she wanted to slide her fingers over his back, feel those muscles in action.  He was an astonishingly well-developed male.  “None of your business,” she said as she helped him walk into to the examining room.  She only had the one room but it had a great overhead light.  “Here, just sit on the table and…can you lay back?”
    Turk wasn’t ready to let her go.  “With your help,” he replied.  He almost laughed out loud when she looked at him warily.  He was holding her hands now and she was standing in front of him.  He wanted those soft hands on his body again.  He’d definitely been able to walk, but had enjoyed her help.  Laying back?  Nope, he wasn’t able to do that yet.  Not with this irritating wound on his side. 
    Raven moved behind him and helped him slowly lay his extremely large body against the examining table.  When he was laid out, she felt much safer, as if he was more vulnerable now.  But as she looked at him, she knew that this man was never vulnerable.  Well, except for that one night when he’d been unconscious and losing blood. 
    As she bent over his side, she gently pulled the bandage away, being careful to not hurt him.  “So, who are the goons who keep showing up, demanding to take your body away as soon as you’ve woken up?”
    Turk’s head lifted up with a snap at those words, but he hissed out his pain since he was using the damaged muscles of his stomach to lift his head.  Slowly, he lowered his head back down to the table, breathing through the pain until it eased away.  “You don’t want to know who they are.” 
    Raven laid her hand over the torn muscles until she felt him relax again.  “I’ll give you something for the pain,” she told him softly.  “I don’t really need to know who they are.  And don’t worry, I’ll keep telling them that