It was just the kind of high-handed macho move she should have expected from him. But he’d looked so sincerely frustrated to hear about the latest rumors churning through the hospital gossip mill, and when he’d looked into her eyes—damn, but she was a sucker for those deep green eyes—she’d felt every last ounce of her resistance melt.She heard a soft, needy moan and realized that it had come from her. She poured everything she was feeling into the kiss. Anger. Frustration. Hurt. Need. Any pretension that she didn’t want this—want him—was decimated by that sound.But still, there were so many reasons not to get involved with him. Even aside from the fact that he was a doctor, he was totally wrong for her. And completely out of her league. She believed he was telling the truth about Heather, so maybe he wasn’t quite the Casanova that his reputation implied, but he was still a major-league player and she was just learning the rules of rookie ball.With that thought in mind, she managed to draw away from him, pressing her lips together as if that might stop the exquisite tingling.
