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car, but she didn’t bother with mittens since the walk to the sliding glass doors would take only seconds. It was an unusually cold winter in Miami so she’d been able to pull out actual coats, hats and boots. Normally winters in South Florida were mild, but there had been a series of cold fronts move through and she loved it. She’d finally gotten to wear the knee-high boots she’d bought in Chicago last Christmas while visiting one of her brothers.
    “So how many tattoos do you have, exactly?” she asked as Travis met her at the front of her car. It was a question she’d been dying to ask, but she couldn’t believe she’d just blurted it out all of a sudden. What was it about this man that made her so nervous she spoke before she thought?
    He’d been blowing on the top of the travel mug she’d let him use, but he stopped and faced her, his eyes darkening. “I’ll let you find out on your own.” There was a sensual note in his voice that she felt all the way to her toes.
    His response surprised her yet again, but she grinned. She’d like nothing more than to discover what the rest of his body looked like. How many tattoos he had, what they looked like, what body parts they covered… “You like getting me flustered.”
    “I like it when you blush,” he admitted. “It’s…hot.”
    She pressed her lips together to keep from smiling, but didn’t say anything as they headed for the main doors. After speaking to the woman behind the information desk, they found that Alisa wasn’t in the ICU anymore, but had been moved to a different floor. That meant she was stable. Definitely a good thing.
    Once they were in an elevator, another thought occurred to Noel. Probably inappropriate, but her curiosity got the best of her. “Why did you take your piercings out?” She’d noticed that his eyebrow and ear piercings were gone. He looked good with or without them, but she’d been wondering.
    He shrugged those broad shoulders, making her entire body flare to life. She wanted to stroke her fingers over them, to feel the strength and muscles under what that sweater was hiding. “I had to for my last job and haven’t had time to put them back in. But…I didn’t take all of them out.”
    She blinked at his last words, trying to wrap her mind around the intent when it hit her. Immediately her eyes dropped to his groin area, then her face flamed. Again. Damn him for getting her all bothered like this. She snapped up to meet his gaze only to find him watching her with amusement. “You don’t really have a piercing…down there, do you?”
    He shrugged in that maddening way of his, not really giving her an answer, but the wicked glint in his dark eyes told her everything she needed to know. He most certainly did . She really wanted to know why he was so into tattoos and piercings, especially since he had one in the most sensitive place ever.
    Swallowing hard, Noel turned back to face the metal doors in time for the soft ding of the elevator announcing their arrival on the fifth floor. The thought of having sex with a guy who had a cock piercing—she was sure there was an official term for it—turned her on more than she’d ever thought possible. Okay, the thought of Travis having one was what made her hot. She’d heard stories from one of her girlfriends about how intense the stimulation could be, but she’d never even known anyone who had one. Or she guessed she didn’t. It wasn’t something people talked about, she supposed. And when had she decided to have sex with him anyway? They’d only shared one kiss. A really intense one where she’d wanted nothing more than to feel his bare chest against hers.
    Sighing, she stepped out onto the linoleum hallway. Who was she kidding? They’d been building up to this for months, dancing around their attraction, though she couldn’t figure out why. She’d been nervous because Travis was seriously gorgeous in an edgy, dark way, but for the life of her she didn’t