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‘Oh, yes it is.’ She just has to let her out.

‘No.’ Holly shakes her head. ‘But thank you for… letting me be her, during the blizzard.’ She stands and peels off her gloves, and her stethoscope gives that beautiful swing. ‘I’ll get one of the nurses to talk to you about wound care.’

Before I can stop her or call her back, she turns on her heel and walks away, and I crane my neck to follow her progress back down the corridor until she disappears into a room at the end. It looks like I’m going to need to prove to her she is the woman in the elevator. And that it’s okay to have needs a medical calling alone cannot fulfil.

Challenge accepted.

Fifteen minutes later, my arm bandaged better than I’d managed it, I sign the paperwork. The local has worn off, and I’ve refused painkillers. The nurse accompanies me out, but someone calls to her, and I tell her I’ll be fine. She smiles gratefully at me and turns away. I wait a beat or two, then slip silently down the darkened corridor in Holly’s footsteps.

I have no idea if she’s still down here somewhere, but it’s all I’ve got. My boots sound loud on the linoleum floor, and I expect to have my ass busted at any moment. Suddenly, a door opens just ahead of me and I freeze. But it’s her.

Holly.

My heart settles into an entirely different rhythm. She’s halfway out the door when she spies me, her arms full of medical supplies, that goddamn stethoscope nestled exactly where I like it. The sign on the door sayssupplies. She gives me one of her cranky looks, and it has the predictable effect of throwing flame onto the smouldering heat of my desire.

‘Danny!’ She hisses my name and checks over my shoulder as I step close. ‘What the hell are you doing back here? This is off limits to – non-medical personnel.’

But I see the flash in her eyes, hear the husky rasp of her breathing. And damn if the prissy way she saysnon-medical personneldoesn’t yank me by the dick. I give her one of those slow smiles I know shows off my dimples and irritates her so much. I know because she frowns when I do it, just like she does now.

‘You look hot as fuck in those scrubs, and that stethoscope is driving me nuts. I’m here todoyou, Doc. For real this time – no imagination required. And I have a condom.’

I don’t give her a chance to respond, just slide my hands onto her biceps and steer her back into the room. It’s dark in here, too, but my eyes are adjusted enough to make out the looming shadows of row upon row of large, metallic shelves laden with stuff I can’t identify and don’t give a shit about. I only have eyes for Holly.

‘Danny. We… shouldn’t be doing this. I’m at work. Anyone can walk in here at any minute.’

‘I know.’ I smile as I direct her to the nearest row. ‘That’s half the thrill.’

‘I… have patients.’ But the catch in her voice betrays her excitement as I bump her back against the wall at the far end of the row.

‘You’re in a lull.’

I start unloading the stuff from her arms, shoving it haphazardly on the shelf beside me. She doesn’t help, but she doesn’t stop me either and, by the time she’s empty-handed, her breathing is a rough pant winding its fingers around my cock, and I’m dizzy with it.

‘I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.’

‘Danny, I?—’

I cut off whatever she’s about to say with my mouth. I have to kiss her. And by the way she’s melting against me, opening her mouth and clutching at my shirt, I’m guessing she has to kiss me, too. My hands slide to her hips as my tongue slides into her mouth, and she moans and twists her fingers into my shirt.

And Christ she feels good – hot and eager, greedy as her hands pull me closer. Every suck of my breath fills up with the sweetness of maple syrup. My pulse washes like a waterfall through my ears. My hands shake with need, the pain from my arm forgotten. She rubs against me, and I know how she feels. I want to bury myself inside her so bad.

To fuck her. Finally.

I pull away slightly, my lips not quite touching hers. ‘Say you haven’t been able to stop thinking about me.’ I fully expect her to bite me, but I’m pathetically desperate to hear her articulate what her body already knows.

‘I barely think of anything else,’ she whispers.

I groan and kiss her hard instead of roaring and beating my chest like a fucking caveman, which is exactly what I want to do.

Holly Vincent is mine.

I drag the stethoscope off her neck as I pull at the hem of her scrubs and rip it up and off, her Henley following next. I vaguely note her bra is a pale pink as I fumble with the hooks. My hands shake with the need to be inside her. How I manage to get it off, I don’t know. I’m juggling it and the stethoscope, all while her hands are working at the top button of my fly.

When she’s completely topless I sling the stethoscope back around her neck. ‘Jesus.’ She’s so fucking sexy like that, the bell and the earpieces brushing her tits. ‘One of these days you and I are going to play doctor.’

Her breath hitches, then she’s dragging me close again and whispering, ‘Hurry,’ against my mouth as she yanks down my fly.

I hurry. Grope for my wallet, pull out the condom, rip it open, knock her busy hands aside as I roll it on, all without breaking from the soft-hard seduction of her mouth. I am obsessed with her mouth. Its shape, the way it moves, the way it tastes. I want to spend hours kissing it. For damn sure I want to fuck it real bad. Hell, one day I’ll write a song about it.