“My shift ends in a couple of hours. You could come to my apartment and—”
“No.” I couldn’t live with this hard-on for another minute, never mind a few hours. “I want you now.”
Chapter Nine
Emily
Gavin Worthington.
What has gotten into you?
I wouldn’t admit that I wanted him as badly as he said he wanted me. That would give him way too much insider knowledge and control when things were perfect just the way they were. Never did I think he was going to show up here, practically panting, with a stare that hadn’t stopped undressing me. I also didn’t think I was going to see him this soon, not with how much he worked and how busy he was with Ben. I assumed that run-in would happen when I was with Maya and Jordan, Gavin and I having to pretend that we didn’t know each other. A situation, I figured, that would either be fun or extremely painful.
But less than a week from our initial meet-up and here he was.
Wanting.
Needing.
“Forty seconds,” was his next countdown reminder, and as his statement hit the air, I couldn’t get over how sexy he looked while saying it.
He had turned down my offer to come to my apartment later.
I didn’t want him to kick Denis out of his SUV.
That left one option.
“There are going to be rules,” I informed him.
“Rules?”
I nodded.
“All right, I’m listening.”
I mashed my lips together, enjoying every second of the suspense I was keeping him in, especially as he lifted his arm up the wall, knowing he was doing everything he possibly could not to wrap it around me. “No loud noises. No loud talking. No loudanything.”
“I’m not the loud one.”
I playfully slapped his other arm. “And we have to be quick.”
“Fuck. That’s a problem.”
“Gavin, I’m serious. I can’t just leave my wing for thirty minutes. My supervisor would start looking for me. And if a patient hits their call button and I don’t respond, that will raise even more concern and make her search for me.” I tapped his chest. “You cannot get me in trouble.” I paused. “Understand?”
“No trouble. Got it.”
“You’re sure?”
He growled, “Five seconds, Emily.”
He hadn’t even looked at his watch. He had no way of knowing how much time was left. He was just the most impatient man in the universe at the moment.
“Follow me.” I led him toward the nurses’ station, where I briefly stopped to let one of my coworkers know I needed her to cover my wing for a few minutes. I then took him down the opposite hallway, slowing as I neared the supply closet. I looked to my left and right, and when I was sure the coast was clear, I waved my badge in front of the reader and unlocked the door. Once we were inside and the door was shut behind us, I flipped on the light and faced him. “I can’t lock us in. Anyone with a badge has access to this room. But no one uses this supply closet—they use the one next to the nurses’ station.” He toweredover me, his hands going to my waist, pulling me against him. “What that means is, anyone can walk in at any time.”
The room was divided into rows, the separation due to floor-to-ceiling racks that stored and organized the unit’s supplies. Gavin took a quick inventory of the space and lifted me into his arms, bringing me to the farthest row, positioning my back against the wall, his mouth immediately going to my neck.
“And if someone walks in and sees me”—it was getting harder to talk as he was kissing up to my ear and across my collarbone—“they’ll most likely rat me out and I’ll get fired.” I moaned as he raised the bottom of my shirt, cupping my breast, rubbing my nipple back and forth. “Don’t let me get fired, Gavin. I really love this job and need it.” As soon as my plea was out, I was groaning.
