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held by him. Now she knew—amazingly wicked.
    For sure, his girlfriends felt the same way, too. Maybe most of the patients’ moms took their babies to his clinic just so they could be near him. She would. Who wouldn't want to be in the same room with hunky, sexy Doctor Knight? Julie smiled.
    “Tell me what made you smile,” he said in a soft voice that caressed her skin.
    Julie wanted to curl and slither around him. “I'm just thinking about your...patients. How they must look tiny when you're holding them.”
    “Definitely tinier than you are, and softer...but they smell like milk and burps. Sometimes dirty diapers. I like your smell better, like sweet apples. I'm surprised you don't smell like strawberries.”
    “I like apples, especially the Granny Smith ones.”
    “I know.”
    Sweat dripped down his temple and Julie reached up to wipe it off with her fingers. She realized what she had done, but too late to retract it. Drat, she really must do something about this crazy infatuation.
    Tristan simply stared at her with his somber eyes. On the outside, he seemed controlled. Julie knew better. With his thighs pressed tight against her abdomen, she knew their embrace had the same effect on him. If his hard erection wasn't the telltale sign, she didn't know what was.
    She had read many romance books about how one felt when one was in a situation like this, now she knew. Erotic .
    Still, her body yearned for more—of his touch and the pressure of his body against hers. She wanted to know more. And there was only one way to find out.
    Julie raised her height a bit by tipping her toes. Her pubic bone pressed against his cock. The simple movement caused little shooting sparks of thrill to creep slowly from her breasts down to where she ached to be touched, between her thighs. She should be embarrassed for her boldness, but wasn't. Instead, she felt reckless and loved it.
    Tristan tightened his grip on her waist, pulling her against him. His thigh, unintentional or not, wedged between Julie's legs.
    She nearly mewled from the sweetness of it. Her pussy throbbed and her clit tingled when he lifted his thigh a bit to rub it against her. Julie trembled when the smile in Tristan's eyes showed banked sensuous flames.
    His finger traced little circles on her exposed skin where her Levi's and green sleeveless blouse barely met. She should stop, but the pleasure of having her body glued to his was a temptation she couldn't resist. Desire coursed through her whole body. The combination of the faint scent of beer on his breath, manly scent, and his touch made her senses spin.
    As if her fingers had a mind of their own, they crept slowly up his nape to brush the hair flattened by his sweat. Julie watched his hungry eyes turn deep blue. His breathing, she noticed, turned shallow and faster.
    Tristan's splayed fingers slowly moved up and down on her skin.
    “Tristan.”
    “Julie.”
    His head inched down a little closer while his thumb went up to caress the sides of her breast.
    “Oh, God.” She shivered from pure delight.
    “Julie, you have no idea—”
    “Just kiss her, man.”
    Julie squeaked in surprise. As if a bolt of thunder had struck them, they both took a step back. She looked at Gawain chewing on a chicken breast. How could she forget they weren't alone in the kitchen? What if she had started thrusting her hips on Tristan's thigh? Or worse, Tristan cupped her breasts? Oh God! What would Gawain think of her now?
    “I've been nibbling this chicken for five minutes and you haven't kissed her. Damn, you're slow, bro. See? I told you. If you get into a profession that requires wearing gloves, you become meticulous and move like a sloth. Strike at the opportunity, man—such as kissing a girl.”
    “You're an ass, Gawain,” snarled Tristan.
    “Me? What did I do? The chicken and I were just minding our own business when you two started making out.”
    “We didn't,” Julie and Tristan said at the same time.
    “Oh, yeah.