The Prince's Intimate Abduction (The Samara Royal Family Series Book 2) Read Online Free

“You shouldn’t have done that!”
    She lifted his arm and stared at the small line of blood where the IV had previously been inserted into his arm.  That’s when she realized that he was holding one of her scalpels in his hand as well.  She looked up at him, trying to figure out what was going on.  “You were going to fight six men, all of them holding guns, with only a knife?” she asked in a horrified whisper.
    Turk looked down at the woman and all thoughts of fighting flew from his mind, taken over by the idea of kissing this beauty.  “If I needed to, yes.”
    She took a breath, startled by his easy confidence.  Another thought hit her and she pulled back warily.  “You’re not a bad guy, are you?”
    He shook his head, the silence growing thick with tension.  Awareness.  “Not a bad guy,” he promised her.  “Although my mother might have disagreed.”
    Somehow, the realization that this was some woman’s son made him less…scary.  More human.  “Your mother?”
    He smiled slightly.  “Growing up, she’d been pretty exasperated with me and my brothers.”
    Raven couldn’t help but be soothed by the mention of parents and family. Not that bad guys were loners.  But knowing that he had a mother and father, brothers, made him more human.  “Where are your parents?”
    “They died several years ago,” he explained, leaving out that he’d taken over representing Kilar as Minister of Defense so that Ramzi, Turk’s older brother, could take over as sheik.  Nor did he bring up his other brother or two younger sisters. 
    He wasn’t trying to hide his position from her so much as hide his position from her knowledge to keep her safe.  If she knew who he was, his title and his role, she might be in more danger. 
    “You said something about dinner?” he interjected, trying to distract her.  “I’m starving.”
    “And clothes,” she sighed.  Raven hadn’t meant to say that out loud and her startled eyes snapped up to his darker ones.  “I mean…you must be…cold,” she finished off lamely, trying very hard not to stare at his broad, muscular, very delicious and oh-so-tempting bare chest and shoulders.  It was a stupid comment since the afternoon temperatures had hovered in the triple digits and the night might have cooled things off, but coming down from triple digits to something even approaching cool took a bit more time.  Right now, the air conditioning in the clinic was working, but that meant that the temperatures were only in the mid-eighties. 
    “You need me to wear clothes?” he asked, moving closer with a slight smile on those handsome lips.
    She looked up into his eyes, sensing something in his voice.  “Clothes would be helpful,” she whispered back, pressing the small of her back against the countertop, trying to maintain a bit of space between herself and all of those delicious muscles.
    “Helpful how?”
    Raven wanted to give him a very sound medical reason to wear clothes, just so that he would cover up that magnificent chest.  And those arms with the bulging biceps.  And his shoulders.  Her eyes wandered down to his abdominals before she realized what she was doing and forced her eyes back up to his. 
    Swallowing once again, she closed her eyes and turned back to the cabinets.  “You need pain medicine,” she told him and reached for a bottle filled with pills. 
    “No pain meds,” he said and reached around her, gently closing the cabinet. 
    She would have turned, but his chest was almost pressing against her back so she couldn’t move.  And with his arm around her like that, putting the bottle of pills down on the countertop, it was almost as if he was wrapped around her and she was hyper aware of him as a man.  Her doctor persona went out the window with this man wrapped around her like this. 
    “What’s your name?” he asked softly, his mouth dangerously close to the overly sensitive shell of her ear. 
    “Um…” Raven was