After her examination, she reached out for his hands, taking them in hers to swing him upright.He didn’t need the help, but it was so natural that he let her tug.He even threw some of his body weight into the effort.Once again forgetting how strong she was, he overshot when she pulled and nearly tumbled her backward.Still seated on the edge of the table, he grasped her elbows to steady her.
“Sorry,” they said at the same time.
The space between them froze, as if suspended in a sci-fi time warp.The air was still, silent, except for the humming of the lights and the electricity crackling between them.Their hands remained clasped.Angie was so close he could pick out silver flecks in her irises.Was that what lent them such a startling crystal-blue color?
He didn’t give a fuck when those eyes lowered to his mouth, and his gaze wandered to hers.Her lips were parted, as if inviting him to take them.Memories of kissing her before, of how sweet she’d tasted, how plush and warm her mouth had been, sent an arrow of desire to his dick.
What he was about to do was wrong on so many levels, and he knew it.Every synapse in his logical brain fired off, ordering him to stop, but the brain in his pants surged forward and slapped the noise down.
He balanced on the precipice of disaster, and he didn’t care.
Chapter 8
Pull and Push
Sam’seyesstayedlockedon Angie’s moist pink mouth, his heart rate kicking up in speed as he released one of her hands so his fingertips could dance along the underside of her forearm to her elbow.Her skin was so damn soft.Widening his legs, he oh-so-slowly drew her close so his thighs bracketed her hips.She didn’t resist, letting him guide her where his body wanted her.His eyes lifted to hers once more, searching for a stop signal.But her lids were lowered, her head tilted, so he moved in, pressing a tentative kiss to her lips.
Planting her palms against his chest, she met the kiss.A tiny, breathy noise escaped her, and he grasped her other elbow, drawing her in until her pelvis rested against the edge of the table.It wasn’t close enough.Cradling her face in his hands, he angled her head exactly the way he wanted it, taking a swipe at her lower lip and lightly sucking it between his teeth.When she parted her mouth, his tongue plunged inside, sinking into all that lush succulence.The taste of her was familiar yet different somehow.Better than he remembered, with a flavor that reminded him of honey and a hint of mint.
Deepening the kiss, he scooted his ass to the edge of the table, drawing her against him with one hand spread across the small of her back.She half whimpered, half sighed, and her hands bunched in the fabric of his T-shirt, stoking a fire in his blood, sending it rushing to his stiffening cock.
A switch flipped inside him, and his thoughts dissolved into primal need.He pulled off her ball cap with his free hand and sent it sailing into a wall, where it hit with a thud.Her hair had been threaded through the back of the cap, and now it fell in loose waves down her back.His fingers wove between the silky strands and entangled themselves.With a mild tug, he pulled her head back and trailed his lips across her jaw, down the column of her neck, sucking and nipping at her salty-sweet skin.
She canted her head to the side, offering him a bigger target, and her moans grew breathier, quicker, more urgent.
Fuck yes.
She grabbed his jaw and pulled his mouth back to hers, and he smiled to himself, letting her take the lead.For now.When her tongue prodded his mouth, he sucked it in and gave it a playful nibble before giving himself over to her explorations.Their tongues tangled and danced with more determination.One hand still twined in her hair, he skidded the other up her side, over her rib cage.The textured fabric of her polo was nubby, almost coarse, and he ached to feel her velvety skin.While their mouths stayed locked together in one heated kiss after another, he dropped his free hand to her waist and tugged the hem of her shirt in a bid to free it from her waistband.When it stayed put, he yanked harder.A ripping noise sounded, but he didn’t care.Finally, his thumb was pushing under her shirt, caressing the satiny skin beneath.
The little sounds in her throat were more desperate now, spurring him on, making his heart thump against his chest wall and his breath come in short pants.Soon his hand was under her shirt, his fingers trailing across the soft landscape of her stomach, turn it into a layer of goose flesh, inching toward their target.When he palmed her breast through her bra, she let out a little cry that he captured.
Thiswas what he remembered about her.About kissing her.About touching her.She was all lights and electrical charges and musical notes, her body a conductor for a pulsing current.
Pushing up her bra cup, he shoved it out of the way for his greedy hand.And then all that fleshy softness was in his hold, filling his palm.
She gasped and broke the kiss when he brushed his thumb over her nipple, but he dragged her mouth back to his and took over the kiss.Her body quivered and melted against him, warm and pliant.He sifted her hair through his fingers to free his hand, letting it drift down her back, where he cupped her ass, hauling her closer.Thank the hockey gods he hadn’t lost any of his upper body strength.Now if he could hoist her up on the table with him, have her straddle his lap, have her as close as two bodies could be without being connected … although he wouldn’t be opposed to connecting.On the table, on her desk, on the floor.
Instead, he changed direction and slid his hand to her back, where he quickly unhooked her bra.Then his eager fingers were back in front, seeking, easily freeing the other breast.If he could lift her shirt the rest of the way, get the fabric out of his way, he could get his mouth on—
She abruptly pulled away and yanked her top back down before raising the back of her hand to her mouth as though to wipe away the evidence of their lip-lock.
“Did I hurt you?”he panted.
She shook her head and stepped backward, putting herself out of his reach.“No.”The butt he’d had his hands on bumped against her desk.
“Then why did you pull away?”
She was panting too.“Because we shouldn’t be doing … that.”She vaguely waved her hand at his face.Then her eyes lowered to his crotch, and she pointed.“Orthat.”
He followed her gaze.A raging boner had created a pup tent out of his sweats, and he could have easily housed a family of five under its roof—in his dreams, at least.
Watching him warily, she shoved her shirt hem back into her waistband, which sparked his lust-fogged brain to come back on board—a minor miracle, considering most of his blood supply was still fueling his hard-on.
“I-I’m sorry,” she squeaked.Her eyes were round, her face flushed a pretty shade of pink.“I shouldn’t have done that.You’re my patient, and I—”
“Angie, stop.”He slid from the table’s edge, intent on reaching for her and pulling her back into his embrace.“I’m pretty sure I’m the one who started it.”He’d forgotten about his ankle—a different ache had commandeered his attention—and when his foot hit the floor, he jerked and cursed aloud.
She was right back by his side, her hands on his hip and stomach as she tried to help him stand upright.“Are you all right?”
