doc, well, maybe she’d prove to be the exception. Course, he’d have to break her in easy, get her used to him, then he could let his full hunger reign.
“So what am I thinking now, Doc?” That I can’t wait to get you naked. To have you beneath me, screaming my name as you climax.
Emily blinked, took a deep breath, and seemed to realize that she was still clutching his shoulders. She dropped her hands, then jerked back against her seat. “Th-that shouldn’t have—”
“It happened.” He stared at her. Watched as she tried to finger-brush her hair. “And it’s gonna happen again.” He’d gotten his second taste of her, and he was even hungrier now. No way was he going to walk away from her.
But she was shaking her head. “We’re going to work together, we can’t—”
“Yeah, we can.” His fingers lifted, brushed back a lock of her hair. He didn’t care about the dumb-ass rule of mixing business and pleasure. So they were working together on the case. Big damn deal. Just made it easier for him to see her.
Emily stiffened.
“So tell me, Doc, what am I thinking now?” His voice was a whisper and his stare dropped to her shirtfront. Her nipples were pushing against the fabric. He wanted them in his mouth.
“I-I don’t know.” Her hands were tight fists in her lap. “I tried to tell you earlier, I don’t usually jump in someone’s head without permission.”
Ah, so the lady had a no-peeking policy, huh? Some of the tension within him began to ease, and with an effort, he managed to lift his gaze back to her face. “You’re telling me you’ve never used your gift on me?” That would make things so much easier.
Emily looked away.
Ah, shit. “Doc?”
“Once, okay?” Her head snapped toward him and her green eyes glittered. “When you came to my house that night. But it wasn’t deliberate. You were projecting, blasting me with your memories. I jerked up my shields as soon as I could.”
Blasting me with your memories. “What memories?” His back teeth clenched as he gritted, “Just what did you see?”
For a moment, she was silent. Then, “You. You were shot, bleeding.”
His right shoulder ached at the memory of the pain. “What else?” Cause he knew there was something else. The doc still wasn’t looking him in the eyes.
“A fire.”
He tensed. “What about the fire?”
“Look, I just saw a house on fire, okay? You were there, looking up at this big, white house that was being eaten by flames.”
The flames had burned so brightly that night. Orange flames. Hotter than hell. And so hungry. They’d destroyed the house and everything inside.
“You don’t have to worry,” Emily muttered, pushing back her glasses. “I’m not going to deliberately look into your head.”
Well, that was reassuring. But…“Why not, Doc? Did you try that before on someone and find out more than you bargained for?”
Had she probed a lover’s mind only to discover the man wasn’t as she’d thought?
“You could say that.” Her lips turned down. “The guy nearly put me in a coma.”
What?
“I was eighteen, hanging in the wrong place with the wrong guy. I thought I knew him, that I could trust him. So I lowered my guard, and I found out that I’d been dead wrong about him from the beginning.” She exhaled. “After that, I decided it’d be a hell of a lot safer for me to make absolutely certain that my shields were in place. I probe the thoughts of my patients—and only my patients.”
When he opened his mouth to question her, she said, “They give me their permission. I never touch thoughts without permission.”
Her mouth tightened and she said, “Unless somebody’s projecting so loudly I can’t shut them out.”
Like he’d been doing. He huffed out a hard breath. Good thing there weren’t any other folks like the doc running around Atlanta.
Otherwise, he’d be screwed.
“And I never lower my shields all the way,” Emily spoke again, her voice softer now.
“So what am I thinking now, Doc?” That I can’t wait to get you naked. To have you beneath me, screaming my name as you climax.
Emily blinked, took a deep breath, and seemed to realize that she was still clutching his shoulders. She dropped her hands, then jerked back against her seat. “Th-that shouldn’t have—”
“It happened.” He stared at her. Watched as she tried to finger-brush her hair. “And it’s gonna happen again.” He’d gotten his second taste of her, and he was even hungrier now. No way was he going to walk away from her.
But she was shaking her head. “We’re going to work together, we can’t—”
“Yeah, we can.” His fingers lifted, brushed back a lock of her hair. He didn’t care about the dumb-ass rule of mixing business and pleasure. So they were working together on the case. Big damn deal. Just made it easier for him to see her.
Emily stiffened.
“So tell me, Doc, what am I thinking now?” His voice was a whisper and his stare dropped to her shirtfront. Her nipples were pushing against the fabric. He wanted them in his mouth.
“I-I don’t know.” Her hands were tight fists in her lap. “I tried to tell you earlier, I don’t usually jump in someone’s head without permission.”
Ah, so the lady had a no-peeking policy, huh? Some of the tension within him began to ease, and with an effort, he managed to lift his gaze back to her face. “You’re telling me you’ve never used your gift on me?” That would make things so much easier.
Emily looked away.
Ah, shit. “Doc?”
“Once, okay?” Her head snapped toward him and her green eyes glittered. “When you came to my house that night. But it wasn’t deliberate. You were projecting, blasting me with your memories. I jerked up my shields as soon as I could.”
Blasting me with your memories. “What memories?” His back teeth clenched as he gritted, “Just what did you see?”
For a moment, she was silent. Then, “You. You were shot, bleeding.”
His right shoulder ached at the memory of the pain. “What else?” Cause he knew there was something else. The doc still wasn’t looking him in the eyes.
“A fire.”
He tensed. “What about the fire?”
“Look, I just saw a house on fire, okay? You were there, looking up at this big, white house that was being eaten by flames.”
The flames had burned so brightly that night. Orange flames. Hotter than hell. And so hungry. They’d destroyed the house and everything inside.
“You don’t have to worry,” Emily muttered, pushing back her glasses. “I’m not going to deliberately look into your head.”
Well, that was reassuring. But…“Why not, Doc? Did you try that before on someone and find out more than you bargained for?”
Had she probed a lover’s mind only to discover the man wasn’t as she’d thought?
“You could say that.” Her lips turned down. “The guy nearly put me in a coma.”
What?
“I was eighteen, hanging in the wrong place with the wrong guy. I thought I knew him, that I could trust him. So I lowered my guard, and I found out that I’d been dead wrong about him from the beginning.” She exhaled. “After that, I decided it’d be a hell of a lot safer for me to make absolutely certain that my shields were in place. I probe the thoughts of my patients—and only my patients.”
When he opened his mouth to question her, she said, “They give me their permission. I never touch thoughts without permission.”
Her mouth tightened and she said, “Unless somebody’s projecting so loudly I can’t shut them out.”
Like he’d been doing. He huffed out a hard breath. Good thing there weren’t any other folks like the doc running around Atlanta.
Otherwise, he’d be screwed.
“And I never lower my shields all the way,” Emily spoke again, her voice softer now.
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