Not quite sure what to do about the condition of her hand enfolded in his, she decided to relax and enjoy the heady feel of his palm against hers.

The powerful music and dancing stirred her, but not nearly as much as the feel of Paul's skin flush with hers. His long fingers laced through hers and drew her hand toward his mouth. He stared into her eyes and kissed the pad below her thumb, then smiled in a way she'd never seen him smile before as he placed his lips to the palm of her hand. Heat and desire radiated from his eyes, and it transferred through his mouth and up her arm.

Being completely unprepared for his obvious come-on, Carrington's throat tightened. Hadn't they just been wearing lead aprons together at the hospital and doing the most unromantic work imaginable?

But her body reacted in a completely different way. The way she used to imagine when she was fourteen and fantasized about Paul. The constant pounding of the dancer's feet and the fiery music made her skin heat up. If she were being honest, she would admit that the source of the stoking fire was the point of contact with Paul's lips.

What had she gotten herself into? A long day at work. Two difficult procedures. Dinner with her boss. The most incredible paella and sangria she'd ever tasted. Maybe a bit too much sangria. Exciting flamenco music and dancing. And Paul.

Her head spun with thoughts and sensations.

And the touch of Paul Valverde's lips...

On the palm of her hand.

She closed her eyes and inhaled, only to realize he was lifting her hair from her neck. The kiss at the curve of her shoulder sent chills scattering up her scalp and across her chest. Her breasts tightened and pebbled, and she enjoyed a desire she hadn't felt in a long, long time. Liquid heat pooled between her thighs. How in the world could one gentle kiss, placed in the perfect spot on her shoulder, make her so turned on?

It wasn't the kiss. It was Paul. Still the most incredible male she'd ever met.