I wanted to bring him home, but I couldn’t ask.After the way he reacted, I just need him to see he’s the only one for me.He has to know that.
His outburst in the locker room shocked me.In his eyes, I saw hurt and anger — not at me, but at the brothers who mocked me.He wasn’t upset that I was there with the team; he was furious that they’d targeted me, and afraid I might care about someone else.
He still can’t see that I have eyes for no one else.The only way to earn his trust and help him finally let go is to show him the truth and strip away his doubts.
“You’re nervous,” I tell him, no longer able to bear his silence.
“I’m grand.”
Of course he won’t admit it.
“It was a good match,” I say, hoping to make him feel more comfortable.
“Yeah.”He smiles.
“And you were…” I let out a breath.“God.You are a god.”
He laughs, finally looking over at me.“Don’t overdo it, Doctor.”
“I don’t remember you being this modest.”
“No, but you’re hopped up on testosterone.You’re overreacting.”
He’s still holding on to what happened in the locker room.
“Maybe, but it’s not what you think.”
“I believe what I saw.”
“So do I,” I tell him as I park.I turn off the engine and turn to him.“I only saw you.”
He lowers his gaze and gives a little shake of his head.
It’s not enough.
Try again, Doctor.You can do better.
“I only ever see you.”
He looks up, eyes locking on mine with an intensity that almost startles me.
I’m deadly serious, Captain.There’s nothing else in my head, nothing in front of my eyes.It’s only you.I don’t know if this will ruin me, but I don’t care; I want it anyway.
He lifts his hand, fingers sliding behind my neck as he leans in to meet me halfway.“Do you have an obsession with me, Doctor?”
“You tell me.”
He gives a small, satisfied smile.“I like it.”
I brush my lips against his and breathe him in, kissing him slowly, again and again.Each time I pull away and return, my certainty grows: I want him more.Jamie responds with a hunger that matches mine, his calloused fingertips trembling along my jawline.I can feel his longing, as if he’s caught between pain and desire.When our lips part, a soft, aching sigh escapes him, warm against my mouth.When we kiss again, he holds his breath — I feel his chest go still against mine — and his hands fist in my shirt, pulling me closer until there’s nothing left between us but heat and the promise of more.
“Doctor,” he breathes against my lips.“I don’t want to read tonight.”
I smile into his mouth.“I had no intention of it.”
I closethe door and toss the keys onto the table.Jamie takes a few steps into the kitchen, hands buried in his jeans pockets, his back still to me.I move in slowly, lay my hands on his shoulders, and ease his leather jacket down his arms, draping it over a chair.Then I return to him, working the last of the game’s tension from his muscles.I tilt my head and press my lips to his neck.His fingers slide into my hair, threading through it, urging me closer.
I bite gently and lean into his ear, listening to his quick, uneven breaths.My hands glide forward over his marble chest.Jamie throws his head back with a heavy sigh as I trail down his abs to the hem of his shirt.My fingers slip beneath the fabric in search of his skin, then race upward in a frantic rush.I stop at one of his nipples and pinch.Jamie thrusts his hips back, pressing against my erection.
