From Maya Banks:
As promised, here’s a snippet from FORGED IN STEELE :))
She stuck her head into the exam room where Dolphin and Steele were still standing over the girl. “Steele? Can I see you in the next room a minute?”
Steele frowned—of course—but he nodded and then headed her way. She led him into the next exam room and she rifled through the cabinets to find the stuff she needed.
“What’s up?” he asked shortly.
She turned back to him and motioned toward the exam table. “Have a seat.”
His brow furrowed as she came nearer to him.
“Look,” she said in exasperation. “You aren’t super human, no matter what you want the rest of us mere mortals to believe. Sit your ass down and let me look at your wound. Cole said you all were grounded until eight in the morning.”
The look on Steele’s face was priceless. He actually looked…caught off guard. She wanted to do a double fist pump but that would be incredibly obvious. So she continued to stare serenely at him, not backing down as she stood waiting for him to comply with her orders.
He was used to giving orders, not taking them, and she’d admit it gave her a tiny thrill to play the boss card.
Sending her a disgruntled look, he plopped down on the table and pulled his shirt off, exposing a ripped set of abs and a broad, muscled chest with a smattering of blond hair over the hollow. Her hand twitched to check her mouth for drool, but again, way too obvious.
“Let’s make this quick,” he muttered.
Her eyebrow rose and she sent him a look she knew he wouldn’t appreciate.
“What’s your hurry? Cole said you didn’t have any place to be until eight in the morning.”
She smoothed her hand up his arm until it reached the cut that still oozed blood. His muscles twitched underneath her fingers and then tightened. She thought she heard his sudden intake of breath, but maybe she imagined it.
“Not too bad,” she murmured. “A few stitches and some antibiotic ointment. Doubt it’ll rot off any time soon.”
“My point exactly,” he said. “No need to make a fuss over it. Slap a bandage on it and be done.”
Her mouth twitched. “I’m beginning to think you don’t like me, Steele. I wonder why? Everyone else in KGI doesn’t seem to have a problem with me. What’s yours?”
Her gaze lifted to his eyes and they narrowed at her. “I never said I didn’t like you.”
“Your actions speak far louder than words,” she said dryly.
“Why the hell are we even having this conversation?” he demanded.
She shrugged and then set to work deadening the area around the wound. She worked in silence as she set the sutures and focused intently on her task. When she set the last stitch, she raised her head, stretching the knotted muscles at her neck. She let a small sigh escape. So much for her quiet evening at home with a cup of tea and going to bed early.
“Long day?” Steele asked quietly.
Her gaze yanked upward, surprised at the question. He never initiated conversation with her. Getting anything from him was like trying to pry open a steel trap. Ridiculous pun intended.
“Yeah, but then it would appear so did you,” she said in amusement.
He shifted on the exam table as if he was about to get up. Her gaze drifted downward and she froze when she saw the evidence of his erection bulging at his fatigues. Her eyes widened and then her gaze shot upward to see him staring back at her. Busted. Completely busted. He knew she knew.
She took a step back and waved her hand airily. “It’s not unheard of for men of uh action to experience adrenaline induced erections. It’s been documented in fact. I’m sure there’s a ton of research to back it.”
God, she sounded like a complete moron. Her cheeks were flaming as she took another hasty step backward.
Steele’s features tightened and his lips formed a grim line as he stood to his full height and loomed over her. He leaned his head, just enough that his mouth was closer to her ear.
“If you think my hard on has nothing to do with you then you’re deluded.”