Page 16 of Stolen Moments

“So?”

“So be professional,” I snaps.

“I’m being very professional. Professionally imagining what you’re thinking right now.” He winks, and I can’t believe he’s saying this out loud while people are around.

“I’m thinking about your gluteus maximus and semitendinosus.”

“That’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever said.”

“Will you please just take off your pants?” The words come out louder than intended. Across the room, one of the other anatomy students looks over with raised eyebrows.

Jackson’s smirk is infuriating, and I hate how sexy he looks. He removes his athletic pants to reveal compression shorts, and I try very hard to focus on the academic purpose of this session and not on the fact that his legs are as impressive as the rest of him.

I’ve never been particularly attracted to legs before. Never understood the appeal.

But Jackson’s legs are powerful, muscular, covered in the same smooth skin as his torso. His quadriceps are clearly defined, his calves strong from years of skating.

“Where do you want me?” he asks.

“On the table. Sitting first, then we’ll do standing measurements.”

He hops up on the examination table, and I approach with my measuring tape and clipboard, hyper-aware of the other people in the room. Of the need to be professional. Of the way Jackson is watching me with those dark eyes that see too much.

“Thigh circumference,” I murmur, kneeling in front of him to measure. The tape goes around his quad, and I try to ignore how close my face is to his dick, how I can feel the heat radiating off his skin.

“You’re blushing,” he says quietly.

“I’m not.”

“You are. It’s cute.”

“Stop talking.”

“Make me.”

I glance up at him, and the look in his eyes makes my stomach flip. We’re in public, surrounded by other students, completely unable to act on the tension crackling between us. I want to, but I can’t.

I finish the thigh measurement and move to his calf. This requires me to touch his leg, feel the gastrocnemius muscle, assess its development and tone.

“Your lower body development is consistent with your sport,” I say, keeping my voice professional. “Hockey requires significant leg strength and power.”

“Is that your professional opinion, Dr. Sharma?”

“I’m not a doctor yet.”

“But you will be and when you are, I hope you remember your first anatomy subject with fondness.”

“I’ll remember you were difficult.”

“Difficult. That’s one word for it.” He jokes, and I shake my head.

I finish measuring, record my data, and step back. “I need to palpate your major muscle groups now. For mapping purposes.”

“Go ahead.”

This is the part I’ve been dreading.

I place my hands on his quadriceps, feeling the muscle fibers beneath the skin. His muscles are warm, firm, and I’m trying very hard to focus on the anatomical structure instead of the fact that I’m touching him.