Without thinking, my hands moved to follow his command. “I want to check and see how severe this reaction is.” “Oh my God,” I gasped. “Undo your pants,” he rasped into my ear. He didn’t seem to have any concerns though. It was wild what we were doing, and how fast we attacked each other, but the where we were doing this was craziest part of it. I tore my mouth from his and turned my head to the side so I could drag air into my lungs, and his hot, wet mouth latched onto the sensitive spot below my ear, biting and sucking until I let out a moan.
His broad chest flattened against me, his hands molding to my bra-covered breasts while he pushed me against the wall. It made sense that our kiss was electric because I was a live wire tonight. I clenched the lapels of his coat as our tongues tangled with each other, battling for control. His hands were on my waist, then under my shirt, sliding over my belly and skimming upward. His lips slammed against mine at the same instant my back hit the wall. ” The second the words left my mouth, we burst into flames. “Any idea what’s causing it?” He wasn’t playing fair, but I liked it. “I’m having a reaction to something.” God, his expression was corrupt and victorious as he walked me backward toward a wall. “Your pulse is elevated.” I had no idea my wrist was an erogenous zone, but in Greg’s hands, every inch of my skin felt that way. Breathing hard.” He seized my wrist, pressed his index finger to my pulse point, and peered down at his watch, counting the seconds. “What seems to be the problem?” “Problem?” I whispered. He sauntered over, and his confidence seemed to build with each step, widening his wicked smile. And he gazed back at me like he wanted to eat me whole, which was more than fine with me. It didn’t matter because he looked fucking perfect. Gregory Lowe, MD Trauma Surgery It didn’t matter that he had faint lines around his eyes hinting at his fatigue, or that his normally perfect hair looked disheveled, as if he’d run a hand through it one too many times. My gaze traced the blue lettering over his right breast. His suitcoat was fitted and white, and he completed the look with a turquoise stethoscope slung around his neck. He wore black dress pants, a white collared shirt and a cobalt-colored tie. I turned to face him, and all the air whooshed from my lungs. This had to be the place where doctors delivered their post-op summary to families. He promises to fulfill my fantasies-every dirty, naughty desire we can dream up.ĮXCERPT: It was a nicer waiting room than where I’d just been, but much smaller. I watched him rush to the hospital countless times, his beautiful surgeon hands racing to save lives.Īfter all this time, I can’t escape the truth.
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