Page 11 of Bewitched

“We’re not in the middle of the street. We’re in a hospital room with the door closed,” Blake mumbled, as he pulled her in for another kiss. “We’re celebrating.”

“We’re groping one another and smooching.”

“That too,” he said, right before he captured her mouth.

When he sealed his lips over hers and thrust his tongue deeply, she lost the sense of right or wrong. The air around them blazed with heat as he claimed her with his mouth. One short afternoon together and she was ready to take him to bed. Maybe it was the extreme circumstances or the fact that he’d saved her life. Or, he was simply an absolutely irresistible man, no matter the circumstances. Whatever it was, she wanted him. Lifting her mouth, she rested her head against his shoulder. “Have to stop, Blake.”

The sound of their heavy breathing filled the room, and he nodded. “You’re right. I let things get out of control. Again.”

“It was me. I was the one who crawled in your lap and kissed you.”

“Okay, we’ll go with that story.” Running his hand down her back, he laughed. “I’ve never kissed anyone at work. This is a first.”

“Me too, Blake.” There was a knock on the door, and she reluctantly got out of his lap and stood. There was no need to tempt either one of them further. “Come in,” she called out as she flattened her braid.

The nurse slowly opened the door and peeked in. “Are you ready?”

“Yes, of course,” Paige responded. She watched Blake stand, turn toward the window, and adjust himself. Covering her laugh with a cough, she tried not to snort. When his hands landed on her shoulders, she looked up. “Yes?”

“I will do everything in my power to be at your birthday celebration.”

“Thank you.” Kissing him lightly, she squeezed his hand. “Stay safe, and I hope I see you again.”

He kissed her cheek and then walked out of the room. As the door closed, she realized how very much she wanted to see him again.

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