‘It’s a good job I love you so much, what with you spoiling all my dirty plans.’ My stupid words come out in a rough rumble as I bury my nose in her hair and band my arms against her back.
‘You’re such a sweet talker.’
‘Aye, it’s a curse,’ I reply, sliding my palms down her back and cupping her arse. ‘I’m all about the greater good.’
My honey bee tilts her chin, a small crease forming between her brows as she looks up into my face,. ‘You made that up, didn’t you?’
‘What? The greater good? It’s a line from a movie, I think.’
‘No, the crossword. Earlier. Seven down?’
‘I might’ve twisted it a bit,’ I admit. ‘Aural—with an a. And I only read part of the clue.’
‘You’re a man obsessed,’ she says, her cute scowl deepening before she gives into laughter, laying her hand against my chest.
I cover her hand with mine and stare into her open face. ‘You’re right. I’m a man obsessed with you. And with fucking you.’
‘You and your sweet words. ‘
‘I speak only the truth. I can’t get enough of you. I think I have a love tapeworm Doctor Honey.’
‘That’s . . . not so sweet. In fact, it’s kind of gross!’ But she’s still chuckling.
‘That’s your diagnosis? I hope your bedside manner has a little more finesse. Actually, scratch that. I hope your bedside manner for everyone else isexactlylike that.’ I tighten my hand on her arse and pull her into me.
‘Why, Mr. Tremaine, it appears you have a little dysplastic action going on in your pants.’
‘Ah, Doctor Honey Bee,’ I rasp, rubbing her body against the action going on in my pants. ‘Talkallthe dirty medical to me.’
‘I’m going to be late.’ Her words are almost a plea, her forehead planted against my chest.
Fuck it. Time to be her knight in white armour, or some semblance of it.
‘You left your card on the table in the hallway after your last shift.’
‘But I’ve looked there already—it wasn’t there.’
‘That’s because I shoved it in the drawer.’ It probably spilled from that massive bag she insists on carrying. Honestly? She could probably smuggle a small child out of the hospital in the thing.
‘You’re a life saver!’ On the tips of her toes, she lifts both hands to my cheeks, placing her lips on mine for one loud, smacking kiss. As she makes to pull away, I keep her hips flush against mine.
‘Not so fast. What do you call that?’
‘Athanksandsee you soonkiss?’
‘A travesty, that’s what I’d call it—aI’m in too much of a rushkiss. Y’cannae be leaving wi’ out kissing my properly.’
‘Properly? When we kiss properly, clothes are usually shed—kisses travel to places other than mouths. One kiss has been known to last for hours.’
‘Good, though, right?’
‘Very,’ she answers, her eyes darkening. ‘Hours when we have hours. Days when we have days. Minutes are all I have to spare, so kindly remove your hands from my posterior and stop looking at me that way.’
‘Then I’ll just have to make do with what you’ve got to give.’
My mouth covers hers in an instant, though I’m careful to rein in my actions. The way I feel about this woman makes me want to go caveman, the need to consume and devour—to overwhelm—is always strong. But this time, I keep my mouth gentle and my lips soft . . . and I don’t allow my hands to wander from their position on her arse. Okay . . . so I might pull her against me a little. Rub my hardness against the softness of her body a little more.
Our tongues entwine with a slow passion and, as her hands slide from my shoulder to my forearms, I can feel her trying to take possession of this kiss, her fingers tightening, her tongue slipping between my lips. It’s true what she said, our kisses never stay chaste for very long. It only takes one of us to alter the pace and, like the lady says, tongues are touching more than just the insides of mouths. So I do the sensible thing, the thing my cock doesn’t appreciate. The thing that will earn me boyfriend points, improving my standing in Bea’s eyes.Hopefully.
