Even as I inhale the dreamy scent of leather and sandalwood, I'm fighting that urge to cave in as I perk my back out...my butt pushing back into his groin. He'll notice I haven't got my gun on me today.

A groan escapes him as he reaches higher, grabbing the jar and looking back at me.

"You don't play fair, do you Red." He chuckles slightly by my ear before placing the jar down on the worktop in front of my slightly exposed tummy. His thumb brushing against my belly button, those tingles erupting again. "Not if I can help it."novelbin

I turn, my back now pressing against the worktop's edge as I try to make a little room between us.

Now facing him, this close...I can appreciate just how handsome he is. His dark brown broody eyes hold a twinkle in them today, his jet-black hair styled perfectly as is his facial hair.

Up this close I only now notice that he has two slight dimples at the edge of his lower cheek bones, his facial hair almost hiding them...no wonder I have only just noticed them. Up until now he's been giving me cold looks from across a table.

The scent of his leather jacket still lingers off him but mixed with some kind of cologne he is wearing, something scented with sandalwood...reminding me of the woods Lobo and I often run through.

"I need to get back..." I start to move aside, collecting the jar, making an excuse to leave.

"Burnt oranges..." He leans into me, his nose seemingly smelling me.

"Huh?"

"Burnt oranges and spice...you smell like autumn Red." His brown eyes give a flash of his wolf, his fur side pushing forward to see me. There is something poetic about the rim around his pupils becoming darker, almost black. He was being affected by our closeness just as much as me, no matter how much he denies it. But to say I smelled like burnt oranges....

"I do?" That wasn't possible...he must be smelling the dried herbs in this room.

"Hmmm..." He leans in closer, his lips almost touching mine.

"Don't you have wounds to heal?" I can feel my eyes almost going cross eyed as I stare at his mouth, the words vibrating from his lower lip before he bites down on it. I swallow hard as goosebumps shoot across my arms, my body almost curling into him.

It's quite the fight not to give in, like a desire to touch him first...kiss him first. This was just a game, he was playing mind games with me...passing the time. Well, I can be just as tricky, just as stubborn to win.

"I..." However, he does smell good.

"You sure you're up for this?" He asks as he takes a deep slow intake of air, his eyes roaming over my upper body. Dipping down to my rising chest.

This trap he was setting for me...would it be so bad to be caught up in it.

"Up for what?" I gasps out, as I feel that gravitational pull to him, a static charge between our bodies being so close. I hold my breathe as he licks his lips...

"Josie?" I hear my voice being called outside in the corridor, but my eyes are glued to the male in front of me. His head leaning in... his lips moments from touching mine.

"There you are...is everything alright?" The door is abruptly pushed open, Doctor Abel discovering me pinned between the worktop and Knox.

His eyes turn to that of concern. He goes to say something as his back stiffens but Knox speaks first.

"I was just helping her with her herbs." Knox smirks before backing away from me and leaving.