Page 15 of Saved By the Surly Medic

Great. Now, all of Old Hemlock Valley is going to think that Jonah has a girlfriend. I want it to be true. So much. But I guess I want to know all the details before I jump in with both feet.

Before it's too late for me to jump back out, if I need to.

9

JONAH

Brooke rolls her eyes when I bundle her up on the couch in a blanket and a heating pad before I will allow her to eat dinner. It feels like she's getting a little frustrated at my overprotectiveness, but at least she's still laughing about it. I'd rather annoy her slightly than delay her healing.

I wait until she's taken a few bites before handing her a painkiller, which she accepts with another exaggerated eye roll. I'm not sure if she's aware of how carefully I've been timing her pills all day, giving her just enough to keep her from wincing and walking too stiffly, but not enough to make her the slightest bit groggy.

I've been observing her reaction time just to be sure. Unobtrusive things like darting my head to the left as if I've seen a bird flit past the window, and noting how long it takes her to look as well. Or when I pass her something, making sure there's no delay in her motor functions.

I've always been very observant with my patients. Many of them lie about their levels of pain or try to hide injuries. Especially if their spouse is there.

Hell, I had one guy who raises horses come in because his wife was concerned about his sprained ankle. It wasn't until he tried to open the door for them to leave that I spotted his broken wrist. He hadn’t wanted to bother me with it, figuring it would just take a few days to "shake off".

There's no way I'm going to allow Brooke to be in pain if I can help it. It actually hurts me to think she might be uncomfortable.

By the end of our after-dinner movie, we’re sitting with her legs stretched across my lap, casually cuddling. She turns to me with an adorable smile. "You know, I've been rolling my eyes at your fussiness, but the heating pad really does help. Check it out." Her left arm stretches in a slow circle forward, then up and back as if she were doing the backstroke.

"That's great, I’m glad." I take her hand in mine to prevent her from doing it again and fix her with a stare. "But the whole immobilization thing means that you don't stretch like that very much."

"Grr."

There's something about her adorable soft growls of annoyance that makes my pulse…and other things…surge. I'm at least half hard every time she's in my arms, but now, with the way she snuggles against me, her knee brushing across the front of my pants…

I've never wanted a woman like this. No, not want. Need. For the first time in my life, this Wolfe really feels like an actual wolf, wanting to stalk and capture my prey. Yet here she is already in my arms, those big, soft gray eyes staring up at me as if she already knows exactly what I want.

I should not be this hard, with my long-neglected cock pulsing in my jeans. I should not be thinking of making her cry out like she did last night, coming so sweetly in my hand.

Swallowing hard, I clear my throat. "Coffee? Or maybe herbal tea?"

She fists the front of my t-shirt, pulling me closer. "Ah-ah-ah. I’m pretty sure you were thinking about something else two seconds ago. What was it?"

"It's much too soon to be thinking like that."

"Says who? I thought one of the perks of being a wild mountain man was that you lived by your own rules and all that good stuff. Right?"

"I guess you might have a point."

Our lips meet softly, and the gentle kiss is all it takes to ignite our desire. Her sensual mouth moves against mine, opening to help me delve deeper, the kiss taking on a life of its own.

I shove the coffee table out of the way with my foot, holding her against me as I gently roll onto the floor. I stretch out with Brooke on top of me, my hands now free to caress her back, her voluptuous ass, the back of her thighs. Everywhere.

Her tongue dances with mine as her body weight settles over me. The rush of possessiveness is mind-blowing. This precious girl already means so much to me. I can't possibly do the gentlemanly thing and wait any longer.

"I want to see you naked, gorgeous." I feel her shiver at my murmured request. Or was it a command? Either way, she nods.

I help her carefully slip off her tank top and long sleeve t-shirt together. Then I roll her gently onto her back on the thick carpet, shoving the coffee table further away. Her auburn hair fanned out against the forest green area rug is so beautiful that it makes me want to take a photo of her in this perfect moment.

Maybe next time.

She lifts her hips as I pull down her yoga pants, and I'm relieved to notice that she doesn't flinch when moving her side slightly.

It feels like I can already read her, that I can tell what she needs, but I'm not going to make any assumptions, just in case.

Staring at her pale, delicate skin stretched out underneath me, my breath is ragged. "Luscious," I growl, as my palms coast up her thighs, spreading them apart. "Can I lick your sweet little pussy? I'll be so nice and slow, promise."

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