“Because you were doing it on purpose.”
He chuckled and ran a finger down the side of her face, tracing it over her neck and down to just above her breast. “Why did you care that I was talking to those other girls?”
“Flirting with. Not just talking.”
“You didn’t answer the question.”
“You’re unbelievable.”
“That’s what you were saying the other night. Tell me.”
“I was jealous.”
“Because you think I’m yours?”
He’d kind of hit the nail on the head. “Sort of. I don’t really do one night stands. I end up with an attachment to people that I sleep with.”
“So you’re attached to me? That’s good to know.” His finger trailed over her breast and landed on her nipple. She still wore her white coat and had a thin blouse on underneath, but her body reacted as strongly as if she was naked.
“Why’s that good to know?”
“Because I’m attached to you.” His other hand moved up and cupped her other breast. “If you let me kiss you in public, I won’t flirt with anyone.”
“That’s blackmail.”
“But you win on both accounts.”
She frowned.
“You don’t want me flirting. And you have a man who wants to be proud that you’ve almost chosen him.”
She shook her head. “Scott, I don’t know what I’m doing yet. If I’m staying here or moving… And if we don’t work out, it makes it very awkward when one of us moves on.”
“If the first happens, it doesn’t mean we’d have to be over. If the second happens, then we have to be adults about it.”
She was getting distracted by what he was doing to her breasts. It felt good. As did the muscles she could feel beneath her as she propped her hands on his body to steady herself.
“You’re very persuasive,” she said. “Even when you’re not singing. Or making cocktails.”
“Keren, just ride with it. Don’t be so afraid of deviating from your plan.”
She shook her head, surprised that she still had some form of cognition left given what he was doing to her breasts. “There are things I want. A family; children. I might not have time to waste deviating.”
He pinched her nipples through the material. “I get that. But you’re always going to have the start of any relationship where you have to deviate because you don’t have a crystal ball. And unless you ride with it, you force things or people making early decisions.” He started to undo the buttons of her white coat. “You didn’t arrange another date with Oliver. Or agree to a date with Sam.”
“No.”
He started to undo the buttons of her shirt and she remembered she was wearing a front fastening bra. He would have no problem in noticing that, she figured, and any minute now she would be in her treatment room, almost topless with Scott Maynard doing things to her that were going to have a different effect than pulling people’s teeth out.
“Why aren’t you seeing them but you’re seeing me.”
“We haven’t been out on a date. So how do I know I’d go out with you again?”
“Because I’m about to fuck you for the sixth time and neither of those have got to second base. And if you want to go out on a date, I’m taking you out on Friday.” The bra was snapped open. He moved it out of the way to expose her breasts, then his hands went to her hips to guide her up over him, shifting her so he could take one of her nipples in his mouth.
“You didn’t ask if you could take me out.” Her hands were on his shoulders; his were on her breasts. She was about to lose her mind.
He gave her nipple a rough flick, his hands sliding down her body to her ass and then shoving up her coat and the skirt she had worn today. “I am taking you out. Whatever plans you have on Friday, rearrange them, because we’re going to somewhere to eat…”
