Several seconds passed before he replied, “I don’t know. I haven’t checked.”
“I’m confused ... What are you doing?”
His cobalt eyes were smoldering. “Talking to you.”
“I know that, duh.” I smirked. “But you already thanked me. Isn’t it time to go see her?”
“I should, yes. But that would mean leaving you ... and I’m not ready to do that.”
Chapter Eight
Gavin
Emily stood not far from where I was leaning against the wall, staring at me like a deer in fucking headlights, especially since I’d told her I didn’t want to go see my grandmother yet, because doing that meant leaving her and I wasn’t ready for that.
“If you’re not ready to leave ... then what do you want with me, Gavin?”
Fuck.
That was a dangerous question.
The truth was, I wanted her naked.
I wanted her legs wrapped around me.
I wanted to thrust inside her pussy.
Those thoughts, along with this raging hard-on, were the reason I hadn’t left the hallway, that I’d moved outside the doorway of this patient’s room, waiting for her to come out.
“Are you sure you want to know the answer to that?” I bent my knee, pressing the bottom of my foot against the wall, keeping my arms crossed to stop myself from reaching for her.
“It’s either that or go to my next patient’s room so I can check on them.” Her eyes narrowed as she looked at me. “But would you follow me there?”
I let out a short laugh. “Probably.”
“Why?”
Wasn’t that obvious? Couldn’t she tell I was on the verge of fucking eating her?
I’d done everything I could to get her body out of my head.
All that made me do was think about it more.
“I think you know why,” I offered.
She shook her head. “Just the opposite, Gavin. I know nothing that’s going through your mind right now. All I know is that the other night was a one-time thing. A way to fill your needs. And a way to fill mine. We had that conversation and agreed to it. So I think you can understand why all of this”—she traced the air between us—“goes against everything we talked about.”
She was either being honest, or she could see right through me and wanted to hear my confession. Regardless, she deserved an explanation.
“You’re right, I didn’t have to come here to thank you. I could have called the rehab center or my grandmother’s phone and spoken to you that way. And giving you my appreciation face-to-face is certainly more personal ... but it goes beyond that.”
“How?”
I released a loud breath. “I wanted to see you.”
“You’re seeing me.”
When I exhaled again, my cheeks puffed out. “Oh, I am.”
