I’m desperately relieved that he’s fine, but no matter how much we kiss or hold hands I can feel the wild, primal urge to reallygetcloseto him, to get him inside me, like that’s what will prove once and for all that he’s really here and really okay.
He’s still running his thumb along my lip, and without thinking I suck it into my mouth to the first knuckle and run my tongue along the salty pad, looking up into his deep blue eyes.
Huntergrowls, his other hand grabbing my ass even harder, and he presses his hips against me, his cock a hard steel rod.
“You’re beautiful and I want to fuck you right here on this sink,” he whispers.
There’s a knock on the door, and before either of us can say anything, a woman breezes into the room, looking down at a clipboard.
“Good morning, Mr.Casden,” she says.
I spit out his thumb as she looks up at us, but there’s no way I can pretend we were doing anything but making out on the counter.For a moment, the three of us just stare at each other.
“I’ll give you a moment,” she says, her tone surprisingly professional.
“Thanks,” Hunter and I chorus.
She walks back out, and we just start laughing.
“Maybe that’ll keep the nurses off me,” Hunter says.
“That was my plan all along,” I tease.
I kiss him again quickly, then hop off the counter, adjusting Jane’s jeans.Hunter reaches into his pajama pants and rearranges his dick, making a face.
“I’ll see you tonight, Casanova,” I say, and give himonemore kiss.
“I can’t help it if everybody wants me,” he says.
Then he smacks my ass as I leave.
The doctor is standing right outside the door.I nod at her quickly, pretty sure she’s laughing.
“Thanks!”I say.
“Not a problem,” she says.She’s young, maybe in her thirties, and looks Southeast Asian.“Don’t worry, it happens more than you’d think.”
“Sorry,” I say.
She laughs again, and I head to the elevators, then out of the hospital.
ChapterThirty-Eight
Hunter
I stareup at the ceiling as the cot starts to move, slowly, into the giant white tube.Some thoughtful person taped photos up there: autumn leaves, Yosemite Valley, a river, some penguins.
They tried, I think, and I close my eyes.I’m not really claustrophobic, but does anyoneenjoybeing trapped in a narrow tube?
I’m not supposed to move during the CT scan, but the second I’m in there, I swear my entire body starts itching.My foot keeps twitching for no reason.I’veneverbeen able to hold still, so why start now?
Think about something else,I tell myself.
I think about getting a job in Lodgepole.I think about the rest of the crew, still fighting the Saturn fire, though it’s off in the middle of nowhere again.
I think about Clementine that morning.Sitting on the sink, her legs around me.The look in her eyes as she sucked on my thumb that sent a bolt of pure need through me, like I’m notreallyokay until I have her again.
My mind wanders, and now I’m just fantasizing, nothing much else to do in this big tube.Yanking off her jeans.Leaning her back against the mirror, her knees on my shoulders, her thighs against my face.
