Page 10 of Summer with a Doctor

“I’ll ask around at the hospital and see what I can come up with.”

I grab two mugs from the cabinet and while the coffee is brewing, I excuse myself to run upstairs so I can put on some appropriate clothes. I’ve caught her steeling glances down there and I’m not sure how I feel about that.

The kitchen smells heavenly when I return, and I take the chair across from her at the table where she’s already sipping on her first cup. “I hope you don’t mind that I heated the muffins. I also pulled some butter out of the fridge. Not everyone likes having it on their muffins, so if you want any, I left the knife on the counter.”

“These are so good.” I take a bite of the delicious goodness, the taste of fresh blueberries teasing my tastebuds. “Mmm.”

“I know, right.” She picks up a napkin and swipes a crumb off the side of her mouth.

If I’d noticed the crumb earlier, I would’ve taken care of it myself. Watching her lips move is doing some crazy shit to me, so I grab the carafe from the counter and refill our cups.

“Are you okay?” she asks and stops chewing on her muffin.

“Yeah, why?”

She shakes her head. “No reason.”

When she’s finished with her coffee and goes over to rinse her cup in the sink, I sidle up behind her. “Damn, you smell good.” Leaning over, I trace my tongue over the top of her ear.

“You like giving me goosebumps, don’t you?” When she turns around to face me, I can’t resist any longer.

I slide the top of her overalls down over her shoulder so that her tank top is fully exposed. And when I see her nipple protruding against the thin white fabric, I can’t control what happens inside my shorts. I use my left forefinger to lift her chin then tilt her face towards me. “I want you so bad,” I whisper into her ear.

“Hmm,” she softly moans and wraps her arms around my neck.

With my leg against hers, there’s no way she doesn’t feel the hardness.

I lift her up and sit her on my kitchen counter, our faces the same distance apart. Oh hell, I’m in trouble now.

Liz’s tongue explores the inside of my mouth and I savor everything about her. Trailing kisses down the side of my face, her lips gently caress my skin. If she thought she was the only one who had goosebumps, she should look down at my arms. I shiver when she slips my t-shirt over my head and when her lips tease the skin just below my neck, I’m about to lose all control. This woman is lighting fires I hope she can extinguish.

I slide my hands underneath her butt, and she slips her legs around my waist. The entire time, I’m silently praying she doesn’t think I’m a bad person. I want this woman so badly and I want her in my bed right now.

Chapter Nine

Liz

“Maybe it was the boxers or the way his muscles felt when I slid my hands across his chest. Who knows? What I do know is my panties are soaking wet and it’s entirely his fault.

I kiss him passionately and hearing him moan my name as he lowers me into his bed sends me into a whirlwind of emotions. We’re supposed to be painting his garage not making love in his bedroom.

Dean is so gentle with me and while I’ve only been with two other men, neither compare to him. This moment isn’t just about him and his needs.

Dean pours the white paint into the plastic tray then passes it to me. “Use the smaller brush for the edges,” he says, leaving the lid on the can slightly ajar.

Within an hour, we have the first coat completed. “We make a pretty good team, eh?” I step back to admire out work.

“I think so.” He winks and I feel the heat return to my cheeks.

Dean lifts his shirt to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

“I think you missed a spot.”

“Huh?” he looks at me, confused.

I lift his shirt the rest of the way off and use the bottom to dab at a spot of paint on the side of his cheek. “Oh, there’s one here. And another one there.” I work my way down to his waist, noting another spot just above his waist.

“I think you’re seeing things,” he says.

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