“Deal.” Ella reaches for Savannah’s hand as they walk off to who knows where.
Savannah glances over her shoulder and winks at me. “Come on, baseball boy. Follow me.”
Gladly.Every part of me agrees.
I’d probably follow Savannah off a cliff. She has me so fucked up and under her spell. And I am one hundred percent okay with it.
thirty
Savannah
Myhearthasn’tstoppedgalloping since I saw Nico step off the elevator with Talia and her husband, Cam. I knew Talia organized a Make a Wish event with the kids, but I had no idea Nico would be involved as well.
I haven’t been able to take my eyes off him. When he squatted down to chat with one of my favorite little patients, Ella, my ovaries went haywire. He was so sweet to her, and the laugh he made when she said something funny had me wanting to tug him into the nearest on-call room so I could kiss him with no one seeing.
Instead, for the past twenty minutes, I’ve been shamelessly watching him from afar as he signs autographs and talks with all the kids. He’s been engaging with them, making each one feel special with his undivided attention. Not once were his laugh or smile forced.
Who knew Nico was a kid person?
As if he knows I’m thinking about him, Nico adjusts his seat so he can look my way where I’m leaning against the door frame.He winks at me while autographing a jersey and keeping up a conversation with one of our patients, Tyler, who has been in our ward for the last six months receiving leukemia treatments, to which he’s responding incredibly well too.
Tyler is a huge baseball fan, and having Nico and Cam here is definitely a dream come true for him. As Tyler moves on from Nico to Cameron for an autograph, Nico excuses himself from the table and asks Talia a question.
I wish I could hear what they are saying as Talia points in my direction. He nods and kisses her cheek before he walks in my direction, and Talia returns her attention to her husband and Tyler.
“Hey, Doc,” he whispers.
As he passes, he softly brushes his fingertips over the back of my hand, sending sparks of electricity through me. My pulse races from his illicit touch. Unable to stop myself, I watch him walk down the hall to the restroom.
My feet have a mind of their own and lead me down the corridor after him. What feels like hours passes as I wait across the hall, out of sight, for him to finish. The butterflies that permanently moved into my stomach soar as the door opens and Nico appears.
“Hey, baseball boy,” I hiss, catching his attention.
His icy-gray eyes find mine, and from feet away, I can see his pupils dilate as his gaze scans me from head to toe. My nipples tighten in my bra, and my core clenches as he flashes me the cocky grin that melts my insides instead of annoying me, like it used to.
It’s not surprising that Nico looks even sexier than usual. I’ve grown used to seeing him shirtless in a pair of athletic shorts, but this look is even better.
He’s wearing a black button-up dress shirt rolled to his elbows that shows off the intricate designs on his arms, slacks that mold his thighs to perfection, and shiny leather shoes that look as expensive as the platinum watch on his wrist and diamond encrusted chain around his neck. He looks like he walked right off the runway in Italy.
Nico looks both ways before stalking towards me like an avenging angel. My knees wobble, and my mouth goes dry as his expensive, dark, leathery scent fills the air.
“What’s up, Doc?” He stops an arm’s distance away, too far for my liking because of course this sinfully sexy man has turned me into a needy ball of desire for him.
I don’t want space. I want more Nico.
“Cute.” I swipe my tongue across my bottom lip, and he tracks the action with his steely gaze before bringing his eyes to mine. I can feel my resolve slipping away.
“I always wanted to say that.” Nico looks around to check if the coast is clear, then takes another step closer. He gently swipes his fingers over my cheek before pushing a strand of loose hair behind my ear. “I hate not being able to touch you.”
My resolve disappears in a snap. “Me too.”
Before I can stop myself, I grab his shirt with one hand and reach behind my back to turn the knob on the supply room door with my other, pulling him inside with me. The door slams shut with a deafening click. Nico’s eyes gleam as he waits for my lead.
Nico’s chest flares with a sharp inhale as I run my finger down the middle of his pecs and abs, and I revel in the way his muscles flex at my touch.
I peer into the swirling storm in his eyes and stand on my toes. “What are you waiting for? Kiss me.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Nico grips the back of my legs and lifts me up.
