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Calm me down?
There is nothing calm about me right now, but I don’t tell him that. “I…no, I’m fine.”
“Good,” he says, turning me around to face him. His mouth is on mine before I can react, moving softly and firing up that red ball of heat in my tummy that was only just beginning to cool. There is a wicked look on his face when he pulls away, humor dancing in those intense brown eyes. “I’ll see you later, Cara.”
And with that, he’s gone.
Chapter Four
Doc
There aren’t many people capable of distracting me from work and there are barely any who could steal my attention completely from it. My work is everything, or so I thought.
When I was in the military, I worked as a field medic in some of the most volatile situations. I’ve treated men on the battlefield, and my focus never wavered. The same could be said about my time in prison. On more occasions than one, I found myself in the middle of a prison fight, kneeling next to a man who’d been stabbed, trying to stop him from bleeding to death. I was aware of what was happening around me and how my life could be impacted in the moment, but I never once let it rattle me.
Until her.
Working in the same room as the woman I’ve jerked off to countless times and not touching her is a true testament to my steel control. I’ve never been one of relationships and my interest in women has always been fleeting at best, but something shifted the second I met Cara, and it moved again when I kissed her, felt her shiver under my caress and whimper against my lips.
I’ve relived that moment so many times in my head that I’ve worn out the memory. If we hadn’t been interrupted, I could have easily taken things further, made her body tremble and come alive under my hands and mouth. I have come close to doing just that in the encounters we’ve shared since.
But I’m nothing if not a patient man, choosing to take things slow so I don’t push Cara for too much too fast.Instead, I enjoy the way her breath hitches when my hand “accidentally” touches her waist or how her cheeks heat when I look at her a beat longer than is considered polite.
At first, we stole moments alone in a hallway or the kitchen. It is like there is a magnet between us that pulls us together, and we’d be kissing before either of us could make sense of what was happening, only to break apart at the sound of footsteps, my cock hard as nails and her face flushed prettily.
Finally, she invited me into her small studio apartment under the guise of getting something. The first time was a ruse, and it came to no surprise to either of us when we found ourselves making out on her couch, my hands trailing her body greedily. Caressing her soft tits and down her silky-smooth skin, touching her in ways I could tell no other man ever had.
A virgin. Jesus Christ!
The thought that no other man has brought her pleasure only makes me want to do that and so much more. Show her that a man’s touch doesn’t always have to cause pain. Which is the exact reason I have been holding back, limiting our touches, and focusing on giving her pleasure while doing my best to ignore my own.
But I’m slipping.
Just yesterday, I pulled her into a coat closet, kissed, and touched her until she was sobbing for release. I could have taken things further. I almost did.
I nearly yanked her little sundress up and plunged my cock into her tightness, but I fought for control. Her sweet lips and the little pleasured noises she made nearly seduced me into spinning her around and pounding into her. Images of Cara kneeling in that closet as I thrust into her from behind flooded my thoughts until there were stars dancing at the corner of my eyes, but…I couldn’t. I’d promised myself to give her time. The line I had drawn between us was chipping away at my sanity, but I’d vowed not to cross it so I pushed down my desires and kissed her.
With blood roaring in my head, I kissed and touched her in ways I imagine no other man ever has. Brought her to an orgasm with my fingers then fled the closet with my hard cock threatening to pop the zipper, jerking myself raw when I got back to my place.
I wanted her yesterday in that coat closet, and I want her now.
I need her.
Lord above, I want Cara more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life, but I need to remind myself who it is I’m dealing with. She’s not just any woman to be seduced for a night then forgotten. In those beautiful eyes, she carries the pain of a past that cannot be erased by a single touch. In fact, a part of me isn’t sure she’s ready to be vulnerable with a man after all she was put through.
But Christ, it doesn’t erase the fact that I am desperate for her.
Focus, goddamnit!
“Your injuries are healing nicely,” I tell Abby, fighting to keep my attention on her. “Are you having any trouble sleeping without the medication?”
When she doesn’t immediately respond, I look up to find her chewing on her lip. “Some,” she murmurs. “But it has nothing to do with the injuries. I barely feel any pain at all anymore.”
“Then why are you having trouble sleeping?”
She looks to her left, and I follow her eyes to the man standing in the far corner of the room. My brows arch at Ransom. He’s been spending a lot of time here, in this room specifically, protective of the woman lying in the bed, and although I have my own suspicions about what might be happening between them, I keep them to myself. “Abby,” I nudge her gently, returning her focus to me. “You are my patient, and you can tell me anything and it will stay between us. But I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me. Do you want me to ask Ransom to give us some privacy?”
“No!” she bursts out, nearly panicked. “I mean, no. He can stay. I-I feel safer with him here. It’s my ex. I’ve been having nightmares, afraid he’ll show up again and cause trouble—”
