My mouth went dry and my trousers grew too snug. However, I refused to allow myself to shift. That would make him aware of my arousal, and wouldn’t he gloat over that? Quinton Mann, the man with ice water in his veins, hot for him.
And then I noticed he was limping and had a makeshift bandage around his foot, and I forgot my arousal. He’d left bloody footprints behind him.
“Get in the bathroom, and let me take a look at that.” He opened his mouth, and I felt my temper slipping out of control. With an effort, I restrained it. Why was everything with him such a big production? “And don’t argue with me, or I’ll—”
“Yeah? You’ll what, Quinn?” he taunted. It was as if he wanted to see how I would react to his pushing.
I pushed back. Literally. I turned him around and planted my palm in the m
