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in a sterile white lab. What in God’s name would he do if he ever saw her naked again? Just the memory almost made him swallow his tongue.
     
      He liked that she was womanly. Not fat by any stretch of the imagination, but magnificently curvy. She had a spectacular ass, long gorgeous legs, and fantasy-worthy breasts.
     
      He hungered to see her naked again. He wanted to mold the thin cotton to her breasts with his hands. He wanted to slide his fingers beneath the shirt and feel her smooth, bare skin. It would be warm. Silky smooth. Responsive—
     
      Half expecting her to look up, he thought it inconceivable that she wasn’t just as aware of him as he was of her. His own elevated heartbeat threatened to choke him. All his senses were so sharply attuned to hers.
     
      Indeed, he’d noticed that within moments of his appearance her heart rate had shot up, and her respiration had changed. So she felt the same inescapable pull he did, even though she couldn’t possibly know that he was watching her.
     
      She was clearly thinking, her eyes as large and trusting as a child’s as she stared into space. What’s going on in that clever brain of yours, Doctor? She chewed on her lush lower lip, and Gabriel bit back a groan. Damn it. He had to make this quick. But first he needed to get Marshall Davis out of the room. He considered just vaporizing the guy, but dismissed the idea as medieval. Fast, expedient, but unduly harsh.
     
      A woman as strong-willed as Eden Cahill wasn’t suddenly going to allow herself to let go to the extent he needed her to let go. Not with someone else in the room.
     
      He placed a suggestion in Davis’s mind.
     
      The younger man swiveled in his chair. “Hey, you didn’t have your tea yet, did you? Want me to get it for you?”
     
      She blinked, and her eyes came slowly back into focus. “That’s okay, I’ll get it in a minute.”
     
      Get her the fucking tea.
     
      “No prob. Be right back.” Davis darted to the back of the lab and the kitchenette. He started opening and closing cabinet doors in his search for the tea bags. That would take a while, since Gabriel added an oldie but goodie to his mental messaging to Marshall, blanking the definition of a tea bag from the kid’s brain.
     
      Gabriel closed his eyes and imagined touching the soft, tender skin of Eden’s nape where, he’d discovered last night, she was extremely sensitive. Mentally he brushed her hair aside, then ran his lips from her hairline to the first vertebra of her spine. She tilted her head and shivered.
     
      He concentrated on arousing her. No matter how much of a hurry he was in—and God help him, he wanted to get the hell out of there P-fucking-DQ—he needed her to climax for at least twelve seconds. He’d have to have that much time to get into her mind and retrieve the data.
     
      He imagined his hand on the fullness of her breast, felt the weight and the texture. Jesus…He was swimming in shark-infested waters here. His own arousal profound and painful, he teased her nipple to a sharp point. Then made the mistake of opening his eyes to watch her.
     
      Head resting against the back of her chair, eyes closed, she’d sunk her teeth into her lower lip. Gabriel almost fell to his knees, he wanted her so badly.
     
      This was as close as he could get to the good doctor, he reminded himself.
     
      The tight buds of her nipples pressed against the thin cotton of her T-shirt and her breathing become increasingly erratic. Lips parted, a hectic pink bloomed in her cheeks. She was close. Damn close.
     
      Jesus. This was killing him. Letting his mind touch her as he wanted to do, Gabriel eased her jean-clad thighs apart. Picturing the heel of his hand on her mound, he pressed firmly. Almost there.
     
      Glass shattered, breaking the moment, and Marshall yelled from the kitchen. “Sorry!”
     
      Eden moaned. Dazed and disoriented, she opened her eyes. “What the hell was