CHAPTER 7
Looking over Rylee, he wanted to run his hand down her snug yoga pants. Her curves screamed for his touch, and his jeans grew tight. He reached up and moved a piece of auburn hair away that had fallen in her face, tucking it behind her ear. He wanted to taste her plump lips. He wanted to see more of what was under that sweatshirt jacket.
But he was a gentleman, and that would be moving too fast, not to mention she was injured. She might be the nurse, but he wanted to be the one to take care of her.
Slowly, he backed a step away from her, even though he didn’t want to, and tightened his hold on her arm. He smiled, still desiring those lips. “Well…” He cleared his throat, hoping he could still walk to the door in his aroused condition. He looked from her to the door, not wanting
