“We wouldn’t need to do this at work if you hadn’t been ignoring my calls.”
Folding her arms across her chest, she lifted her chin defiantly. “I’ve been busy.”
“Doing what?”
“None of your damn b—”
I couldn’t take it any longer. Between the past three days of barely a word from her and seeing her laughing and talking with other nurses and doctors, I lost myself. I crushed my lips to hers, ignoring the stabbing pain in my side that resulted from my sudden movement. Feeling my lips covering hers again for the first time in four damn days was worth the discomfort.
Before I could take the kiss too far, I pulled back with my hand at the nape of her neck. I wanted more than anything to undo the tight bun she wore and run my hands through those bouncy curls of hers.
“If you say what you do is none of my business, I promise you I will make it my business to have you ass naked, bouncing on my cock as you scream my name loud enough for the entire emergency department to hear,” I growled through gritted teeth.
Grace’s lips curled in anger, and my cock twitched from the fire in her eyes. “If I didn’t know you had bruised ribs, I’d punch you for this damn caveman act.” She moved away from me, taking a step backwards.
“You haven’t seen anything yet.”
The vein at the side of her neck pulsed, obviously turned on.
“I need to get back to work.”
Her forward propulsion was stopped by my arm around her waist.
“Jacob—”
“What time does your shift end?”
She didn’t respond immediately. Finally, she said, “Ten.”
“Let me take you somewhere.”
“Where?” The look she gave me was hopeful and filled with curiosity.
“The truth. To find out where I got this injury from.”
Her lips firmed shut. The warring going on inside of her was obvious to see in those maple irises.
“Okay,” she finally agreed, and I let out the breath I’d been holding.
Only then did I release her from my grasp. She gave me one final glance before turning and pulling the door open, exiting the tiny closet I tugged her into.
I revealed something to her that I hadn’t shared with any other person in my life. At least, not anyone in my work life, which was most of my life.
Chapter Eleven
Jacob
Why the hell was I nervous? I don’t get nervous. I could stand in front of the head of surgery or the head of this multi-billion dollar healthcare facility I worked for and not bat an eye. But the knowledge of where I was taking Grace that night caused me to pace like a first-year resident waiting to hear back on whether or not he passed his boards. I hadn’t been nervous for that either.
“Okay, I’m all set. Should I go home and change or is this okay?” she questioned as we stood outside of the front entrance of Memorial Hospital, holding her arms out. She was wearing a pair of skin-tight jeans, black wedge booties, and a flowy black top with a leather jacket folded over her arm in case it got colder out.
“How did you change?” I was expecting her to come down in the pair of scrubs she wore all day. And I wouldn’t have had any problem with that either. She looked damn good in anything.
“I always keep some extra clothes in my locker just in case I need to stop somewhere unexpectedly after work. Don’t doctors do that, too?”
I grunted. “I don’t do unexpected stops.” At least I hadn’t until I met this woman. She had me doing things I hadn’t anticipated on doing quite often.
Grace gave me a look but didn’t say anything else. “I’m parked over here.” I took her hand in mine and led us to my car, holding the passenger door open for her.
