This time, he wore a leather vest, under which muscles rippled, and glyphs shifted in a sensual dance.
Bracelets circled his wrists, a half-moon pendant rested against his chest on an ebony cord, accentuated by his ripped torso.
Black onyx earrings glinted in the light when he turned his head, his eyes locking onto her, as a wild heat surged over her.
The sheer gravitational pull of Idan’s presence caused Sheba’s focus to fracture.
Her boot caught on the raised edge of the reception desk, and with no warning, the floor rose to meet her.
She pitched forward, the charts in her arms fanning out like a deck of cards.
Before gravity completed its claim, two massive hands clamped onto her upper arms.
Idan hauled her upright with effortless grace.
The sultriness from his palms burned through her scrubs, a thermal shock that made her breath hitch.
He pulled her close to him, and her eyes dilated as the tented heat of his arousal pressed against her tummy.
Unable and unwilling to move, she gazed up into his amber eyes.
They held the intensity of a dying sun, and she blushed, mortified that her sighting of him today involved a clumsy near-face-plant.
‘Sante,’ she muttered.
He gave her a tight chin jerk and released her, with a slight curve to his lips.
Hell, Sheba thought as she straightened, nabbed the charts from him, and, taking a breath, walked away from him.
Refusing to acknowledge that she, too, burned with the same need she sensed scorching in him.
She reminded herself of her promise not to get into any entanglements.
The last thing she needed was another male distraction and dating disaster in her life.
She wasn’t alone, though, in her wild reactions to him; this man sent the entire clinic aflutter with his presence.
Conversations faltered when he prowled in.
Younger nurses found reasons to pass near his orbit, to linger at doorways, to steal glances they thought went unseen.
Sheba shut that down with a single message across the group channel, reminding them that this was a hospital, not a spectacle.
Even so, she understood the impulse.
The man was devastating, drawing the eye without effort, mesmerizing all with his inexplicable charisma.
Sheba got inundated with a piercing yearning that ached beneath her ribs when he moved through the space with his quiet certainty.
She found herself imagining the glide of his hair in her hands.
The sculpt of his beard against her fingers, the heat of his skin under her mouth, the breadth of his sensuous lips on hers.
The fantasy startled her with its intensity.
She exhaled through her nose, half amused, part chastened, chiding herself.
Damn woman, rein yourself in! You’re no better than your juniors!
