Page 3 of Cocky M.D.
Damn, if he takes me here and now, I’ll write a letter of recommendation.My pent-up desires had chosen a hell of a time to flare up, but I was so turned on.
Common sense deserted me. He didn’t say a word about my frayed blue underwear and continued to cut the pants as he said, “In my office. Come by when you’re done.”
I could have sworn he brushed my girly parts, but I wasn’t sure. The sensation was so light, and I was filled with need.
I sucked my lip and prayed his son stayed in the office, so he wouldn’t see us if we were bad. My instincts whispered that he was into me too.
Damn.I was a disaster. I’d lost my job, and I suddenly went all achy with desire.
Once he finished cutting, he straightened and had the nurse come in to scrub. Her hands were cold and efficient. My gaze was fixed on sexy Dr. Dawes as he disappeared into the hall. I called out, completely unlike me, and said, “If you lend me some scrubs, I’ll happily go for ice cream with him.”
He popped his head back in, and my chest stilled as I saw the twinkle in his eye. He nodded and said, “I’m almost off shift, but he’d like that. Let the nurse take care of you.”
Whatever the nurse told me went in one ear and out the other. I imagined what I would have done if I’d ever met Bradley’s father outside of the parent–teacher nights, at least until she said, “You and Dr. Dawes seem close.”
“We are.” The words tumbled out of my mouth, and my cheeks heated. I didn’t know much about him. My head was in the clouds, and those words were meant for my dream diary.
She patted my hand and said, “I thought so.”
What the fuck is wrong with me?We weren’t anything, but I kept my mouth shut the rest of the time, and soon enough, I had some hospital scrubs to wear and a prescription for my skin.
As I left the room, a warm hand grabbed my wrist and spun me around and into a closet.
For one second, I thought he would ask what had just happened, but my chest heaved into sexy muscles, and my eyes fluttered shut.
A second later, hard lips met mine. I curled my hands around his neck and let the moment happen.
The world went black, and I was hot and bothered and achy for more.
Then his lips left mine, and my sexy doctor squeezed my hand.
I followed him out of the closet, and I saw his wide shoulders.
I’d never been kissed like that, forbidden and wanton. If anyone saw us, my lie of omission was sealed. When we entered his office, Bradley, a short-haired seven-year-old who made me laugh, waved at me.
I said quickly, “Hey, Bradley.”
He glanced up and down my green scrubs and put his video game down. “Miss Steel. Dad said he was off to see you because you were his patient.”
My relationship with Bradley made what I’d said to the nurse not a total lie. And that kiss made me wonder if he’d been interested when we’d done all that flirting the previous year. We were close through his son, but my hair still stood on end. I met Bradley’s dark gaze, the same as his father’s, and said, “After the water balloon fight, the builders dropped some glue on me.”
He rushed over and hugged me. I went to my knee to let him. As he let me go, he said, “Glad my dad fixed you then.”
I stood, and he slipped his hand into mine when I said, “Me too. Let’s go for ice cream.”
“I’m excited,” he said.
His father put his hand on my back. My skin came alive because of him. He asked, “It’s my break. Can I join you both?”
“Sure,” I said, though I wanted to offer myself to him as dessert.
Damn, where did that thought come from?I hadn’t ever been so into a guy. I really needed to let the fantasy play out in my mind when I got home, then maybe I would be more at ease. For the moment, I would spend more time with him. I let out a breath, and we headed toward signs that read Cafeteria.
I picked out my favorite ice cream sandwich, Dr. Dawes picked out a melted-chocolate-covered ice cream bar, and Bradley went for a premade hot fudge sundae. At the register, Dr. Dawes paid for all three, then we headed outside and found a metal table to enjoy the fresh air and hopefully cool me down.
Dr. Great Kisser asked, “Miss Steel, what are your summer plans?”
I unwrapped the vanilla ice cream sandwich and avoided his gaze. “Olivia, and I guess I’m looking for another job.”
