Page 23 of Cocky M.D.
“Always stalling. It’s fine. I’ll keep it to myself for a bit, and besides, I’ll be unable to talk to anyone for the next twenty-four hours, anyhow.”
Perfect.I thanked her and hung up.
Then I remembered my parents and swayed on my feet. I would never find love like they had, but with Johnny, I had the chance for passion. Johnny wasn’t anyone I would deny again.
Once I could breathe easier, I headed back inside and took the seat between Johnny and Bradley.
Johnny pressed his hand on my shoulder, sending a spark through me, and asked, “How was your sister?”
“She’s good.”
His hand wasn’t all I wanted. I noticed the bagel on my plate. I ignored it and popped a grape into my mouth and sipped my coffee. The sweetness mixed with earthy flavors woke me up.
Johnny asked, “What does she do? Is she married?”
I shook my head and said, “We’re the unmarried ones and have been checking on each other, though she said the second I mentioned your name, she thought I was in love.”
He stilled and stared at me with those brown eyes that made my panties melt. “You intrigue me.”
“Have a good morning,” Bradley said and slid his chair back.
My forehead tightened, but I hugged him. He then hugged his dad and left quickly.
I was achy with need, and we were alone. Clutching my pendant, I asked, “Where’s Bradley going?”
He took my hand in his and said, “He’s spending the morning with Flo and Mary so that we can settle things between us.”
Damn.Maybe if I’d gone to his bed, the desire coursing through me would be tamed. I’d denied myself because I wanted to be smart. I picked up my coffee and said, “I suppose we should.”
His plate was empty. “Finish your breakfast so we can go.”
I wanted him to throw me on the table and take me there. I was a confused hot mess. I finished my coffee in one gulp then pivoted my chair to get up. “I just need another coffee.”
“Sure.” He stood with me and brushed against my arm. “There is more.”
Goose bumps grew on my arms as I thought about how he would fulfill the image of him and me on that dining table. Then he moved the bagel in front of me and handed me a cup.
I shrugged and explained, “I don’t eat carbs often, though when I do indulge, I eat way too many. I have no middle ground.” As I spoke, I kept wishing he would stop me and kiss me thoroughly. The thought made me blush. “Let’s go.”
He pressed a hand against the small of my back as he walked beside me. “Once the contract negotiations end, I’d like for us to go pick out a ring you’d like.”
And I wanted him between my thighs. As he brushed his hand on me, I felt protected in a way no one else had ever made me feel. I swallowed and said, “You don’t have to.”
He opened the door for me, and a Mercedes sat out front. “I heard you for a bit with your sister on the phone.”
My eyes widened. “You did?”
“Yeah. There is a window open.”
I would have to learn the layout of his house better. I sucked in my bottom lip as he led me to the passenger seat. I stood next to him, stalling. “What did you hear?”
His chest was close to mine, and he leaned down. My lips tingled, but instead of kissing me, he said, “Mostly that you told your sister about me when you only knew I was a doctor.”
Damn.Ignoring my sensations was just as bad as being sex addled. Every cell in my body felt as if it had come alive. “Until I showed up at your door, I had no idea you had a house that was anything like this. I just assume most of my students are middle class.”
He stepped back and said, “Bradley isn’t who I need to talk about with you.”
I slipped into my seat, and he got in the driver’s side. He took up extra room with those large muscles of his. I shook my head, like that might make my sexy thoughts dissipate. When he pressed the ignition button and his car purred on without a fight, I ignored thoughts of wishing mine worked so easily.
