Page 13 of Stolen Moments

“That’s what I’m worried about.”

I pull her up from the chair, backing her against my desk, my hands on her waist. She’s wearing scrubs again, she usually comes straight from clinical rotations and somehow even medical clothing is sexy on her.

“You know what drives me crazy?” I murmur, my lips finding that spot on her neck that makes her gasp.

“What?”

“How professional you are during anatomy sessions. How you touch me like I’m just a specimen. Like you’re not affected at all.”

“I have to be professional. It’s for a grade.”

“But you’re not unaffected, are you?”

Her breathing has changed, gotten faster. “No.”

“Tell me what you think about. When you’re examining me.”

“Jackson…”

“Tell me, Priya.”

She’s quiet for a moment, her hands gripping my shoulders. “I think about how your muscles feel under my fingers. How your skin is warm. How you smell. How I want to trace every line of your tattoos with my tongue.”

The confession makes heat surge through me.

“Fuck,” I breathe. “You can’t say things like that and expect me to go back to studying Chemistry.”

“You asked.”

“I did. My mistake.” I kiss her harder, deeper, my hands sliding down to her hips. “We should stop.”

“We should.”

Neither of us stops.

Her hands are in my hair now, pulling me closer, and I lift her onto the desk, stepping between her legs.

“Jackson,” she gasps as my lips trail down her neck. “Someone could come in⁠—”

“It’s my place. Door’s locked. No one else has a key.”

“We should—” I push the words out between kisses, my voice rough. “We should stop… but I won’t.”

Priya’s answer is a soft, needy sound as she pulls me back to her mouth. Her legs wrap around my waist, scrubs stretching tight over her thighs. I can feel the heat of her through the thin fabric, and it’s driving me insane.

I break the kiss and drop to my knees in front of the desk, looking up at her. Her eyes are wide, lips parted, chest rising fast under the scrubs.

“Jackson… you don’t have to⁠—”

“I want to.” My hands slide up her thighs, gripping the waistband of her scrub pants. “I’ve been thinking about this since the first time you touched me in that damn lab.”

She lifts her hips without me asking, letting me peel the pants and her panties down in one smooth motion. I toss them aside and spread her legs wider, settling between them. The sight of her, already wet, glistening, her pussy flushed and waiting makes my cock throb painfully against my jeans.

“Fuck, Priya,” I groan. “You’re soaked.”

I don’t give her time to overthink. I lean in and drag my tongue slowly up her slit, tasting her from entrance to clit. She jerks hard, a sharp gasp escaping her.

“Oh my god⁠—”