Page 2 of Big Bold Security

I shake my head as if to rid myself of the unbidden thoughts and focus on the task at hand. There is a nasty wound on his shoulder that I had missed when I had been ogling him earlier.

“It’s just a small scratch,” he says in the deepest voice I have ever heard and my belly flips at how seductive it comes off.

Snap out of it, Scarlett!

“How did you get injured?” I ask, chewing my lip while studying the jagged gash that is miles away from being a simple scratch. Christ, it must hurt like hell.

“It’s a small, knife wound. I don’t even need you to clean it, I’m just here for the tetanus shot.”

I look up and find his eyes trained on me. I swallow down my nerves and give voice to my concerns His injury is serious and it is suddenly very important to me that he not risk infection.

“You’ll need stitches, and antibiotics,” I say, pushing away from him but he grabs my hand before I can get far.

“No, I don’t need stitches. I don’t even need you to clean or bandage it. Just give me the shot and I will take care of the rest myself.”

I stare at the hand holding mine. It’s heavy and warm against my skin, sending an unfamiliar wave of need straight to my core. I hear the door knob turning a moment before the doctor steps inside. I quickly withdraw my hand from his grip and tell myself that I am just tired.

“Mr. Coleman, I cannot, in good conscience, do as you suggest. The wound on your shoulder is not a scratch and it needs to be properly taken care of to avoid an infection.” I let out a sigh when his expression doesn’t change. Maybe he is one of those huge guys who are terrified of needles.

“Miss Adams…”

“I am going to first clean your cut and administer the anesthetic before you get the stitches. Don’t worry, Mr. Coleman, I have been told that I have golden hands. You’ll barely feel the sting of the needle.”

He nods, but grunts out, “No anesthetic.”

I don’t have golden hands and without the anesthetic, it’s going to hurt like hell, but he doesn’t need to know that.

He also doesn’t need to know that all I want to do is rub myself against him. That his scent alone is making it hard for me to think straight.

These feelings can’t be real. I have never wanted anyone the way I want him. It must be the exhaustion, right?

Chapter Two

Maverick

She really must have golden hands because the moment her fingers touch my skin, my cock hardens.

Oh, who am I kidding, I have been hard since the moment I set my eyes on her. She may be a tiny woman. But her attitude is far bigger than her frame. The way her eyes shoot at me in defiance is so hot, I just want to kiss her until she surrenders to me.

There are very few people in my life who can look me in the eye and defy my orders. The number is even less with people who don’t know me. Just a single glare usually has everyone bending to my will.

Well, almost everyone.

I watch her as she works on my wound, her dark hair tied in a tight ponytail and larger-than-life hazel eyes focused on my arm.

“So how did you get hurt? Did someone attack you or something?” she asks, her hands steady as she pierces my skin with the sharp needle. The sting does nothing to soften my throbbing erection. There is no hiding the bulge in my pants and if she notices it, she is too polite to say anything.

“It was an accident,” I offer.

“Uhm,” she mutters. “You are lucky it’s not that deep or it would have injured a nerve.”

I remain silent, unsure of what it is she expects me to say. I am not one for casual conversations; hate them actually. I’ve never really understood the need for people to fill up blessed silence with their voice, however…

I find myself wanting to hear more of her voice. I just have no idea how to go about it.

“Are you sure you don’t want any numbing medicine? This must hurt,” she says sympathetically, her eyes looking up to meet mine briefly.

“No, I’m fine.”

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