Wild Men of Alaska 02 - Moosed-Up

hold on him as he tried unlocking her legs from around his waist. “No, not yet.”
    “Eva,” he murmured, his voice peppered with pain. “My nephew.”
    “What?” Nephew ? She didn’t care about anything except the sensations slipping away from her at an alarming rate.
    Lynx carefully pried her off him and set her on her bare feet. She stood in the shadow of Lynx’s big body, his breathing ragged.
    “Uncle Lynx what are you doing to Ms. Stuart?” Fox Maiski stood off to the side behind Lynx in the doorway of the cabin, a Siberian Husky pup in his arms.
    “Uh ... examining her?” Lynx clamped his eyes shut and whispered under his breath, “Shit, the kid is never going to fall for that.”
    “Why?” Fox asked. “Is she hurt? She doesn’t look hurt.”
    Oh, she was hurting all right.
    Eva took a long deep breath and held it in until spot s started to show and then let it out in a rush. She needed to get dressed. By her estimate, Fox was like nine or ten. She was showing way too much skin for a boy of that age. Hell, any boy. Including the big boy in front of her. What was she thinking? Sure, nudity had never been a problem for her. She was a nurse practitioner and saw nude bodies all the time. But maybe not nude as in sexually aroused nude. Geez. She was going to hell.
    “Fox, why don’t you hang back a minute? Ms. Stuart and I need to finish—
    Boy, did they ever.
    —bandaging her stitches.”
    “‘Kay.” There seemed to be a smile in his tone though his face was stoic. “I’ll be outside on the deck.”
    After Fox exited, Eva leaned in, catching a whiff of forest and man that curled her toes. “Isn’t it like after ten o’clock? Why is he running around this late?” She dragged a shaky hand through her mussed up hair.
    “We’re Alaskans. The sun is up. We’ll sleep come winter.”
    “Where’s his mother? It’s not safe for him to be out wandering alone. Look what happened to me.”
    Lynx tried to bite back a smile. “Fox is wilderness savvy. It’s almost uncanny. Like the animals watch out for him.”
    Right . She needed to get dressed and out of here. She grabbed her pants and hitched them up her legs.
    “Wait. Let me put a bandage over your stitches.”
    She held her breath as she stood there trying not to rub up against Lynx like the cat he was named for as he reached over her to grab the gauze and tape on the counter. He had her caged between his big body and the counter. And surprise, surprise, she didn’t mind.
    What was wrong with her? Seriously, women went without sex for longer than she had. They didn’t go around acting like they were in heat.
    He cut tape and handed her the strips. “Here, hold onto this. Now turn around.”
    Her heart leaped with a thrill of excitement with the way he looked at her and spoke in that sexy growl. She normally didn’t like to do anyone’s bidding, but found herself turning and bending over, and wishing that his nephew wasn’t just outside, waiting.
    Lynx carefully laid the gauze over her stitches. Would he kiss it and make it feel better? The hair rose on the back of her neck. She swallowed, her breathing coming in short little gasps.
    “Tape,” Lynx instructed.
    She held out the tape for him and closed her eyes as he smoothed the adhesive over the edge of the gauze pad onto her skin. Goose bumps erupted on her over-sensitized flesh.
    She needed a cold shower in the worst way.
    “Tape.”
    How in the world could bandaging someone be such a turn on?
    “There.” His heated palm cupped the gauze pad just below her butt cheek. “How does that feel?”
    Get real. Like she was going to tell him that if he would just breathe on the back of her neck she’d rocket off into the midnight sun.
    “Fine,” she squeaked.
    He chuckled, leaned over, and whispered in her ear, “If my nephew hadn’t shown up, you’d be feeling more than fine.”
    Oh, God.
    “Are you free tomorrow?”
    She had a feeling she’d be free any time this man wanted to see her. Oh shit, she wasn’t that easy was she?
    “Yes.”
    “Want to have dinner?”
    Was that have dinner or have him for dinner? Either way she was fine with it. Okay, she needed to create some distance, because she wasn’t thinking clearly. Hell, she wasn’t thinking at all. She didn’t even know who this man was an hour ago. Did she want to get to know him or just have sex with him?
    She was so messed-up.
    She bent and grabbed her jeans and hiked them onto her hips, making him wait