Jemma inhaled and exhaled slowly, then said, “Take me back to the hotel. I’m fine.”
“Not until I check you out for myself. Doctor, remember.”
“Is that necessary? You had plenty of time to check me out on the ride over here …” Jemma’s words trailed off as she succumbed to his determined stare. “Right, I was unconscious. Fine. But make it quick.”
Rocco couldn’t help but wonder if her resistance to being evaluated had to do with the undeniable attraction radiating between them. Or maybe because she didn’t want him asking questions.
She wasn’t the first woman to pick up a guy in a club who turned out to be a sadistic asshole. Maybe she was embarrassed orashamed that he got the jump on her. But in her defense, the guy was twice her size and a difficult takedown for even the most skilled agent. She shouldn’t be ashamed, not that she’d want to hear him say that.
“Take off that coat and your dress, and let me look at those bruises.”
Jemma’s dark brown eyes grew wide as saucers. “What?”
“I need to examine you. Make sure you don’t have internal bleeding, broken ribs, or a concussion.”
“I’m not getting naked in front of you,” Jemma said.
She looked down at the sports coat, no doubt realizing that underneath it, the clingy yellow dress had lost the battle of covering her amazing body. Last he’d checked, it was bunched around her waist and likely hadn’t moved since.
Her words jolted him from being a medical professional back to a horny man who wanted this woman more than he’d wanted any woman in a long fucking time.
A smile played at the corners of his mouth. “Trust me, I don’t have to play doctor to get you naked.”
Jemma scoffed. “Oh, you think it would be that easy?”
“If I tried? Really, tried?” Rocco rubbed a hand against his jaw in mock contemplation. “Yeah.”
“You don’t lack confidence, do you,” Jemma said, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. They both knew he was right.
They also knew it was a line they’d agreed not to cross.
Not that he hadn’t second and third-guessed that decision dozens of times.
“Nope,” he responded. “And right now, I’m confident I can examine you and assess your injuries. I need you to stop looking at me like the man you want to fuck and treat me like any other doctor.”
“The man I want to fuck?” Jemma laughed. A light andinfectious sound that made his heart skip a beat. “You are unbelievable.”
“I’m glad you think so,” Rocco said, teasing her. “Coat and dress need to come off now. You’re wasting time.”
“Aren’t you supposed to examine patients while they have on a robe or something?”
“I’ve seen my fair share of lacy bras and thongs. Doesn’t faze me,” Rocco lied. Every fucking thing about Jemma fazed him in the most insatiable ways. “The sooner you comply, the sooner I can take you back to the hotel.”
Although he wasn’t sure he was going to do that.
Jemma pressed her hands on her hips and glared at him. He could see the contemplation of her options playing across her face. It was the cutest damn thing. She shrugged and unbuttoned the coat. Slipping out of it, she folded it neatly and laid it across his bed.
Rocco's heart pounded in his ears as Jemma lifted the skimpy dress over her head and tossed it to the floor. He took a moment to appreciate her body, eyes raking over every inch of her perfect, smooth, dark skin.
Her curves were soft and inviting, accentuated by the strapless, yellow lace bra that held up full breasts. They were perfectly round, with small dark nipples pressing against the sheer fabric, begging to be sucked and teased. He was barely able to control his body’s reaction to her. The only small favor was that she hadn’t turned around to show him her plump ass in the yellow lace thong.
“Well, Agent Doctor Forrester, what do you need me to do?”
Rocco sucked in a sharp breath.
He wanted her to turn around and bend over so he could thrust his cock inside her tight heat and pound until his orgasm erupted from his body, but he couldn’t say that.
He could not do that.
