“Is it?”He leans back on his hands, and the position makes his abs flex.I want to count them and then admire him for having such a perfect body, but I don't since that's even more inappropriate than his foam-rolling thoughts.“I was just thinking about your professional advice.Very clinical thoughts.Nothing weird.”
“Somehow I doubt that.”
“You wound me, Hart.”He presses a hand to his chest.“I'm a perfect gentleman.”
Bracing his thigh with my forearm, I start smoothing the tape down.
“Relax your leg,” I say in my utmost professional voice.
His muscles relax under my hands, but I can feel his gaze on me, tracking my every movement.“You say that like you know what it does to me.”
“It causes you pain.You're injured.”I press my thumb into a knot of muscle and he exhales slowly.“That spot always get you?”
“Only when you find it,” he says.“You've got a talent for that.”
“It's called understanding anatomy.”And getting firsthand experience with it.
“Feels a little more personal than that.”
I grab the tape, tearing another strip off cleanly.“You're reading too much into it.”
“Am I?”He clears his throat, shifting under my touch.“Because every time you touch me, you flinch.You're trying not to react, but I can see it.You're thinking about me the same way I'm thinking about you.”
“You're wrong,” I reply flatly.
“Then why are you blushing?”
Deep breaths.Deep breaths.
I don't respond.Instead, I anchor the tape higher up his thigh, grazing the more sensitive skin.He takes in a sharp breath.
“There,” I say.“That's still sore?”
“Yeah,” he answers.“But I don't hate it.I like a little pain with my pleasure.”
Same.
I push that thought aside.
“That's not the goal.”
He leans back on his hands, giving me a slow, knowing look.“Funny how close you're getting to it anyway.”
I pull the tape tight.He hisses.
“That was unnecessary.”
“Consider that your first warning,” I say flatly.
He grins.“First warning?I thought you liked it when I-”
“Second warning,” I cut in, pressing my palm into his quad hard enough to make my point.“Quiet.
He exhales through a smile.“You going to make me?”
I meet his eyes now, sharp and warning.“Last warning.”
That only makes his grin deepen.“You look real good when you threaten me, Hart.”
