“N-no.” And then she shudders, her thighs clamping tight around my hand, coating my fingers with a flood of arousal.
“Fucking beautiful,” I growl.
As soon as she releases her python grip on my hand, I lift my fingers to my mouth, licking them clean.
She blushes, and that makes her taste all the sweeter. I didn’t appreciate her blushes enough when we were together.
“My turn,” she says breathlessly.
Fuck, I shouldn’t like how eager she is to get her tongue on my piercings again. But then she does, and her fingers too, and thinking is beyond me. I explode in her mouth with embarrassing speed, but she seems pleased that she was able to pull that from me so quickly.
She doesn’t notice me staring at her lips as she chugs the lukewarm coffee, then fixes her scrubs.
Her pager goes off as I pullup to the hospital.
“Thanks,” she tosses over her shoulder as she reads the message.
“Did that get it fully out of your system this time?”
She stops reading.
Thin ice, bud.I keep going, though. “Yeah, me neither. See you next month.”
“Bold assumption,” she mutters.
Ah. So she’s still not comfortable with whatever it is we’re doing here. Fair enough. I shrug. “Sure. You’re the one with the busy schedule.”
I don’t bother to point out she’s also the one with the hormonal cravings.
Chapter 3
Rory
October
I need to return Garrett’s flannel shirt, that’s all. There’s no other reason for me to text him this month.
It’s not because I wake up in the middle of the night, my sheets twisted around my legs, as if I’m burning up because it’s been twenty-eight days since I’ve had his dick in my body.
That can’t be it.
“You look tired,” the junior OB/GYN resident says as I join her in front of the whiteboard in Labour & Delivery.
A headache threatens as I skim the cases we have admitted for now, and the expected elective surgeries on the schedule. “And you look like you still have three and a half years of residency ahead of you, and have no idea what’s around the corner, so mind your own beeswax.”
Undeterred, she follows me into the break room. “Are you scrubbing in on the c-sections this morning?”
“Yep, and so are you.”
“Can I?—”
“No.” I pour myself a coffee.
“You didn’t even let me finish!”
“Whatever it is, the answer is no.” I gesture for her to keep following me. “You’re not in a position to ask for things yet. Go where people tell you to go.”
“What about taking initiative?”
