The Surgeon's Christmas Baby. Marin Thomas

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      “I don’t want people to think badly of you because you allowed a hitchhiker to spend the night on your property.”

      “You’re not a hitchhiker. You’re a surgeon.” And a darn good-looking one at that. “I don’t care what anyone says about me.” Besides, her family had been the topic of gossip for years in Paradise. Alonso would give them something new to chat about.

      She glanced at the dark house. “Luke must be in bed.” For once he’d taken her advice.

      “Hangovers will do that to you.” Seconds ticked by, then Alonso reached across the seat and brushed a strand of loose hair from her face. She didn’t want the night to end. Didn’t want to leave his side.

      “Alonso?”

      “What?”

      “Do you ever get lonely?” Until she’d sat across the table from him at the restaurant, Hannah hadn’t consciously acknowledged the depth of her loneliness.

      “Yes.” His whispered answer made her heart pound.

      This is crazy. You hardly know the man.

      She couldn’t argue with the voice in her head, but the strength to resist a night in Alonso’s arms had fled the instant he’d pulled her close on the dance floor. “I don’t want to be alone tonight,” she whispered.

      He slid his hand around the back of her neck. “I don’t want to be alone, either.”

      And then he kissed her.

Chapter Four

      Alonso squeezed Hannah’s hand as they walked away from the pickup. A barn wasn’t the most romantic place a guy could make love to a woman, but tonight wasn’t about romance. When Hannah had looked into his eyes on the dance floor at Maloney’s, he’d recognized the pleading glimmer in her gaze. He’d seen the same haunting look in patients who’d stared up at him in pain right before they went into surgery. Hannah didn’t want to be alone tonight, and he didn’t care to examine why he didn’t want to be alone, either. He and Hannah were consenting adults and there was nothing wrong in reaching out to each other for comfort.

      “There’s a cot and blanket back here,” she said, leading him past the horse stalls. When they reached the storage room, she flipped on the light.

      Alonso took one look at the narrow cot and said, “Not here.” He grabbed the blanket and they walked over to the ladder leaning against the hayloft. “You first.”

      He followed her up, making sure she didn’t slip, the swish-sway of her fanny taunting him. They spread the blanket over a soft pallet of hay, then sank to their knees.

      The loft was warm and the earthy smell combined with Hannah’s sexy perfume made Alonso’s head spin. He removed the band at the end of her braid, then loosened the strands until the kinky tresses cascaded over her shoulder. He brought a handful of her hair, still damp from her shower, up to his face and breathed deeply. He had no idea why their paths had crossed, but Hannah was good, kind and sweet, and in her arms he knew he’d forget all the bad in the world that stalked him—at least for a night.

      He opened his mouth to tell her how much he wanted her, but she pressed her finger against his lips and shook her head. The silent message in her eyes begged him not to make any promises. Tonight was all she wanted from him.

      They undressed each other—one button, one zipper at a time. Her boots and jeans, then his. He slid her shirt off her shoulders, kissing each inch of exposed skin. The material bunched at her wrist and with her arms trapped by her sides, he trailed his finger over the swirls of lace on her bra. Her breath caught, then her eyelids closed. She moaned when he cupped her breast and the sensual sound released a wave of testosterone through his body.

      “Wait.” Her fingers clamped down on his wrist.

      His heart thudded loudly in his ears, and he worried she’d changed her mind. She got to her feet and walked across the loft, then unlatched the door and pushed it open. Light spilled across the blanket, and when she returned and stretched out beside him, her skin shimmered in the sliver glow of the moon.

      He removed her bra, tossing it somewhere behind him. He took his time pleasuring her, nibbling, licking the soft mounds. Her fingers sneaked inside the waistband of his briefs, robbing him of what little self-control he possessed.

      Hannah might be sweet but she knew what she needed from him and he intended to deliver. They removed the rest of their clothing and he kissed her, deep and slow. Arms and legs became tangled as they lost themselves in the magic of the night.

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      A DULL PAIN shot up Alonso’s arm, dragging him from a deep slumber. He didn’t have the energy to open his eyes and his foggy brain struggled to register the weight pressing against him. The heaviness wiggled and a soft sigh reached his ears, then he remembered—Hannah. He slid his arm free from beneath her, his fingers tingling as the circulation returned to his hand. She snuggled closer, sliding her leg between his thighs, and he caressed her back, trailing his fingers over her spine and sexy backside.

      He closed his eyes, believing Hannah was a miracle drug. He’d hooked up with a couple of women after he’d returned from Afghanistan and neither one had made him feel renewed. Hannah’s touch had flushed out the ugly side of humanity and replaced it with a sense of hope and peace.

      He’d become a trauma surgeon because he wanted to save people’s lives—but medical school hadn’t prepared him for the toll that all the violent injuries would take on his soul. The tragedies followed him home after his shift, sneaking into his bed and haunting his sleep. But tonight, after Hannah had drifted off in his arms, he hadn’t dreamed at all.

      He closed his eyes, feeling serene. Content. Maybe he hadn’t needed to walk a thousand miles to clear his head—maybe he’d just needed to walk until he’d found Hannah.

      Nothing good lasts forever.

      With that thought in mind, he kissed her temple, hoping to rouse her from sleep. He needed her again.

      She scratched her toe against his calf. “You’re awake.”

      “Are you?”

      She rolled on top of him, her hair falling across his face. “I am now.” She pressed kisses to his nose, forehead and chin. He chuckled.

      “What’s so funny?”

      “I’m not used to a woman taking the lead.” He felt her smile against his neck.

      “I’m not a woman who waits for a man to rescue her.” She playfully bit his shoulder. “I can do anything a man can and then some.”

      She’d get no argument from him. He held her face and brought her mouth to his. “You can take the lead anytime.” He gave himself over to Hannah and her healing touch. This time their lovemaking was slow and gentle. The stars were no longer visible in the sky when he closed his eyes and drifted into another dreamless sleep.

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      WHEN HANNAH WOKE in the hayloft, she СКАЧАТЬ