Saving Her by Alexis Ashlie

ANDRES:
I’ve been a medic in the armed forces since I was nineteen, and served several years overseas amidst the ugliness and heat of war. I’ve seen horrors I can’t bring myself to describe, and although I’ve saved many lives, I’ve experienced the frustration and pain of feeling souls slip away under my fingers too many times to count.
Now that I’m back in the States, serving as a paramedic for a private company, I still see my share of disasters, but here, there are more wins than losses. Here, I have the satisfaction of sending the patients I’ve saved back home to their families.
The morning I meet Libby begins with a bizarre 9-1-1 call and a daring rescue in the park . . . and then, hours later, we meet again, and this time, Libby is my patient, and her life is literally in my hands.
They say when you save someone’s life you become responsible for them. Was that why I couldn’t stop thinking about Libby? Because even after she’s out of danger, I give in to the desire to see her, again and again. The question is, is she with me because she wants to be, or because she’s grateful to me for giving her back her life? Or is there something else driving her hunger?

LIBBY:
They told me I’d died. Flatlined . . . coded . . . like something out of every scene from every hospital drama you ever saw. I remember little, except darkness . . . a winding river . . . and a pair of strong hands upon me, clinging to my soul, refusing to let me slip away.
It was just the awful icing on top of a ghastly birthday cake, because instead of happy wishes and balloons, I’d endured a series of minor catastrophes leading up to a major one, which would have cost me my life if it weren’t for Andres, the gorgeous paramedic with warm golden hands and cool blue eyes.
I owe him for the breath in my lungs, and for every morning I will ever wake up again.
The problem is, I’ve turned 29 and my life is a sorry mess. Few friends, dead-end job, no boyfriend . . . not even a little fun, recreational sex to jump-start my life. Because there just aren’t that many eligible men around . . . unless you count Andres.
But can I seduce him, have a little fun, and then get out of the entanglement with my heart intact?