Judy Christenberry - Wanted - Christmas Mummy

“Uh-oh.”

LESLIE EASED OPEN the bedroom door and looked in. Doug Graybow lay sprawled out on the big bed, his eyes closed.

“Mr. Graybow?” she whispered.

When there was no response, she crept over to the bed. He was a big man, his hard, muscled body covering much of the mattress. Even in sleep he looked powerful.

A shiver ran over her, and she took an involuntary step backward. As if recognizing her presence, he stirred and groaned. Afraid she’d wakened him, she froze, not relaxing until his breathing evened out again. Then she frowned.

The doctor had obviously split the seam on his jeans since the material flapped around the temporary brace. But he couldn’t be comfortable with those tight jeans around his waist. She should have had him remove them before taking his medicine.

She looked around the room, as if seeking help. If he were a woman, she wouldn’t hesitate to make him more comfortable. Maybe she could get the twins… No, they weren’t strong enough.

The cowboys wouldn’t be back until dark.

That left only her.

If only she could just think of the man as her patient, not as a hunk of masculinity that would make many a female heart swoon. She remembered the way he’d looked when he’d first opened the door to her. Even then, with that ferocious frown, she’d registered his sex appeal.

“Stop that!” she whispered to herself. When he didn’t stir, she stepped closer to the bed. Leaning over him, she inched his T-shirt up from his waist, her fingers brushing against warm flesh.

Just below his belly button, centered on a flat, hard stomach, were the buttons to his jeans. She licked her dry lips and then reached to unfasten them. The jeans were tight and she had to struggle to push each button through its hole. A sigh of relief escaped when she felt his cotton briefs beneath her fingers. She wasn’t sure what she would’ve done had he been one of those men who didn’t bother with underwear.

Standing up, Leslie stretched her neck, stiff with the tension of the past few minutes. Now all she had to do was slide the jeans down those long, lean legs. She tried to ignore the butterflies in her stomach.

As if in relief that the tight jeans were loosened, Doug shifted on the bed. Leslie jumped as if he’d opened his eyes. “Oh!’

She waited until he settled again before moving to the end of the bed. With the covers pulled back, she thought she could pull the pant legs and the jeans would slip off.

A minute later she realized her theory wasn’t working. After studying the situation, she eased onto the bed. With a cautious look at his smooth, relaxed features, she straddled him and lifted his hips, pulling the jeans at the same time.

Just as she was congratulating herself on the success of the operation, large hands spanned her waist and pulled her forward. With her heart thumping like mad, unable to breathe, she found herself wrapped in Doug Graybow’s arms, pressed against his lean length.

He muttered something in her ear, but she couldn’t distinguish his words over her own heart beating. As she was about to protest loudly and shove against her captor’s hold, she realized his eyes were closed.

Could he still be asleep?

She waited on tenterhooks for him to move again. When he didn’t, she eased back from his embrace. With a sigh of relief, she decided he had no idea what had happened. Apparently, her rather intimate position over him had awakened some memory.

Her cheeks burned but at least the man wouldn’t remember.

She slipped off the bed and returned to the foot of it. Now that the jeans were below his hips, she was able to pull them off without any difficulty. She tried to keep her eyes firmly fastened to the denim material, but the stark white briefs and the warm skin drew her gaze.

She might have lingered if it hadn’t been for the shattering of glass in the kitchen below.

Hurriedly, she whisked the cover over his now-bare legs and ran from the room.

Текст предоставлен ООО «ЛитРес».

Прочитайте эту книгу целиком, купив полную легальную версию на ЛитРес.

Безопасно оплатить книгу можно банковской картой Visa, MasterCard, Maestro, со счета мобильного телефона, с платежного терминала, в салоне МТС или Связной, через PayPal, WebMoney, Яндекс.Деньги, QIWI Кошелек, бонусными картами или другим удобным Вам способом.