Christine Feehan Quote

He caught her hand, his thumb feathering across the inside of her wrist. I don’t understand. He closed his eyes, smiled in his mind. She was back to using her professional, scientific voice. Would you stay out of my head? Wait until you’re invited. The smile in his mind was just a little too sexy for her peace of mind. Now he sounded innocent. She laughed softly. Do I have stamped on my forehead? Shea raised her eyebrows. I’m a surgeon. I don’t need a bedside manner. And in any case, I’ve never had such an outrageous patient before. Stop calling me . And . And all the other things you call me. Dr. O’Halloran is appropriate. For the first time his sensuous mouth softened, curved into a grin. The effect on her was shattering. It wasn’t right for a male to look that sexy. He should be banned from all female company. His tone was lazy, teasing, a little bit husky. Shea laughed softly. It was impossible to be annoyed with him when he was in this mood. You handsome and sexy, but don’t let it go to your head. You’re also arrogant, dominating, and too ruthless for my taste. She squashed him without a qualm. Jacques tugged on her hand, drew her close to the bed so that he could bring her palm to the warmth of his mouth.