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“I don’t think this is funny.”
“It’s not funny. But it feels damn good. To stand with you in my arms.” His eyes travel down between us to where I’m plastered up against him. His voice is husky as he murmurs, “I guess I can delete that worry off my list. Fuck. I’m hard as a rock at just the feel of you. Throbbing, in fact. Want to feel?”
“No, I don’t want to feel.” Although I do, very badly. My nipples harden as I think about stroking him. “Let’s get you back in the chair.”
“If we must.” His hands reach back to grab the arms of the chair, and I slowly lower him down into the seat.
I look down and notice his tented pants. My cheeks burn as I look away. Unfortunately, I look directly into his dark blue contact-covered eyes. Caught, I stare at him. Seizing the moment, he leans forward and snatches my lips in a kiss. And suddenly, it’s as if I’m drowning. A deluge of desire washing through me until I barely know my name. All I know is this kiss. This moment. I meet every thrust of his tongue with mine, but nothing exists outside of it, nothing but the feel of his lips and stroke of his tongue. The phone rings, jerking me out of the kiss. I stand quickly.
“Kate.” His voice is strained with desire. “I...”
I place a finger on his lips. “No. Please, don’t. I can’t believe that happened. We should just forget about it. Can we forget about it?” What the hell? I didn’t even like Thayer. I mean, I like him now. But do Ilikehim, like him? That kiss sure as hell felt like it. Confused, I shake my head at him.
“No, I’m not fucking forgetting that kiss. Ever.” He reaches out to grab my hand, but I put out my hand in a stop motion. “Kate, damn it. Let’s talk about this.”
Shaking my head no, I walk back towards the door. “We’ll talk later, Thayer. OK? I’ve got patients to see.” I close the door behind me as I walk out.
“Fuck!” I hear him roar.
I manage to avoid him the rest of the day.
CHAPTER 43
KATE
The week went by at a snail’s pace. While I managed to avoid Thayer completely, I couldn’t block that kiss from my thoughts. Not only was it on constant replay in my head, it’s as if it was a switch. I notice everything. His smile when he greets his patients, the way he jokes with the staff. His broad shoulders when he held a newborn baby this morning. Hell, even his damn forearms are sexy, with light blond hairs and roped muscles. Although lean from the last few months, it looks like rehab had been rebuilding his muscles. He looked good. Too damn good.
Rolling my eyes at my incessant monologue, I duck my head in the office. Thankfully, Sarah is still there, so I have a buffer.
“I’m heading upstairs to get ready. I’ll order us a car and pick you up in two hours?” Sarah and I are having a girls’ night out.
“Sounds good. Wear something sexy, OK? I’m in the mood to dance.” She shimmies back and forth to emphasize her point.
“Where are you going?” Thayer butts in.
“As if we’d tell you.” Sarah laughs. “You’d just pass it along to your brothers, and then there would be too much testosterone at our girls’ party. Nope. Go have your own fun.” Sarah drops the patient folders on the desk and waves goodbye to Thayer. “I’ve got to go get ready. Sexy doesn’t happen by snapping my fingers.”
