Page 51 of Pretty Little Scars

I can’t hear his responses, but she rubs her hand over her face, and I take that to mean that it’s not good news.

“I’m on my way, just send me the address. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

She hangs up and then leans her head on my shoulder.

“I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, you’re a doctor. Doctors get called out for emergencies.”

She groans and frowns up at me. “But we were just getting started, and?—”

“Duchess.” I take her chin in my fingers and lean in to brush my lips over hers. “I’ll be right here. I’m not going anywhere. We’ll pick up where we left off when this emergency is over.”

“I’m sorry,” she says again, but I press my lips to her forehead.Christ, she’s the sweetest thing.

“No more apologies. Go hop in the shower and wash us off you. Do you need anything from your cabin?”

She blinks fast, thinking about it. “I’ll need a clean shirt.”

“I’ve got one for you.”

Her smile could light up the night sky. “Yay, a new shirt to steal. No take backs, but I’ll also need one that fits me. Aside from that, my bag is downstairs. I think I’m good.”

“You get cleaned up, and I can run over for the shirt.”

“Just a T-shirt out of the dresser. Any one of them will do.”

She stands and glances back at the bed, and her eyes go wide at the huge wet spot where her pussy was just minutes ago.

“Oh my God.”

“You’re a squirter, Duchess.” I pull her to me and kiss down her neck, not ready to let her go, but I know how important her job is. “And it was fuckingdelicious.”

“Part of me wants to be embarrassed.”

“Fuck that. I did that on purpose. Damn proud of myself too.”

She laughs and then reaches for her underwear. “I need these. You can have them back another time.”

“Fine. I guess.” I swat her butt. “Get in the shower, Dr. Lexington.”

“You know what really sucks?” she asks as she moves toward the bathroom.

“What?”

“I didn’t even get to see you naked, and I’mreallyexcited for that part.”

I smirk at her and lift my shirt, so she can see my stomach. Her jaw drops, and her eyes widen, and I can’t help but laugh.

“There, you’ve had a peek. Go take that shower.”

“The universe hates me,” she grumbles as she leaves the room, and I rub my hand over my chest, where an ache has set up residence.

I already miss her.

CHAPTER TWELVE

DARBY