Just What the Doctor Ordered. Caroline Anderson

up at a simple compliment? Unless she, too, is a romantic fool?’

      ‘Max, stop it!’ she protested feebly.

      His eyes clashed with hers, the vivid blue burning with some nameless emotion she didn’t dare to define.

      ‘You’ve got very kissable lips,’ he said softly, so softly that if she hadn’t had her eyes fixed firmly on his own very kissable lips she would have missed it.

      ‘Max, no!’ she moaned as his head came down.

      ‘Yes,’ he murmured against her lips, and then there was nothing but the feel of his mouth against hers, draining her resistance as if it had never been.

      With a sigh of surrender she leant into him, feasting on the contrast between her softness and his hard, lean frame. His hands slid down her back and urged her against him, and her body went up in flames, aching for the pleasure so long denied.

      With a whimper she wriggled closer, and he made a guttural noise low in his throat as he dragged his mouth away from hers to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses over the warm skin of her throat.

      Then he lifted his head, and her hands came up to pull it down again.

      His fingers fastened gently over her wrists and eased her hands away.

      ‘Now tell me I’m not your type,’ he said softly, and released her, turning on his heel to run lightly back down the stairs, leaving her slumped against the door-frame, speechless.