The Doctors' Baby Miracle. Tina Beckett

She wasn’t going to admit it, even if she did.

      “Here, let me.”

      Warm hands brushed her icy ones aside, fingers gliding across her skin. Prickles broke out, rippling across her body and ending at her nipples, which tightened unbearably.

      Because this time the slow, soft touches weren’t in her imagination.

      Lordy!

      She hadn’t invited him to come closer, but he had anyway.

      It wasn’t for the same reasons, but her body thought it was. It was busy rolling out the red carpet for the man while he worked on unaware.

      As embarrassing and awkward as her reaction to the workings of his fingers was, it was even worse when he suddenly stopped. “I think that’s got it. Do you need it double knotted?”

      There was a low roughness to his voice that made her stomach contract. She should tell him, no, that she was fine, that she was done anyway.

      “Please.”

      Was that her head talking? Or her overly eager libido?

      She had no idea, only knew that her eyes slid closed as soon as he touched her again. What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. And, God, she had missed this part of their relationship.

      His movements weren’t quite as sure as they’d been a few minutes ago. His palm brushed her back, all five fingers trailing down her spine in a way that was burned into her memory. Then his touch was gone.