"You wouldn’t want the men to think you’re a wimp. Scared of a little needle?"
She couldn’t help toying with him, despite the guilt at her own taunts. Tessa was certain she heard him gulp as she unwrapped the syringe, expertly drawing up the medication.
B.J. sighed, rolling up the blue cotton sleeve on one arm, revealing powerful biceps.
"Oh no, I’m afraid that won’t do at all. Tetanus can be quite painful. It really needs to be injected into a big muscle group. I’m afraid you’ll have to drop your pants and lie down on the sofa."
If looks could kill, B.J. would have murdered Tessa with his expression. Her mouth went dry as he glared but slowly, like a stripper performing for a rapt audience, unbuckled his belt. She couldn’t seem to look away as he unzipped the jeans with exquisitely deliberate, dawdling movements. Hooded eyes met hers and she felt her cheeks burning with humiliation.
"A bit of a voyeur?" His lazy grin met her face, and she hoped she had managed to force an impassive expression in response to his cocky remark.
"Not at all. Believe me, from this end, you all look the same."
Liar, liar, pants on fire.
Tessa’s jaw hung slack as he continued the striptease, the pants and boots now thrown carelessly on the floor. Powerful thighs dusted with dark hair ended in a pair of black cotton boxers that left little to the imagination. Very little, including another muscle that seemed to spring to life in greeting, just barely contained by the flimsy material. He grinned maliciously at her again.
"Want these off, too?" He skimmed one thumb under the elastic waistband.
Tessa’s hand flew to her mouth; the one still grasping the injection shook visibly.
He shot her a superior smirk, folding his arms over his chest again.
"I mean, you can lie down there and then pull the back down."
Blood thundered in Tessa’s head as he eased his large body that dwarfed the furniture, following her instructions to the letter. He lay face down as if daring her to approach.
Tessa clutched the injection and reached for the alcohol wipe. She squeezed her eyes shut.
Stop it. You’ve given hundreds of injections. This is the same as any other.
But as she stared at his muscled butt, it wasn’t and she knew it. Opening her eyes, she willed herself to get under control.
B.J. glanced up at her.
"You gonna take all day with that thing?"
Gritting her teeth, she approached. One hand gingerly tugging around the elastic as she peeled the underwear down. Hard muscled buttocks made her gulp. She held the injection and placed her free hand on warm flesh, sending an electric shock to her center. Wiping mechanically with the alcohol, she plunged the needle in and hoped she didn’t faint.