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It’s stupid, I know. But there’s something happening here between us, and a lot more than just a doctor explaining he has to operate on my dad to make him well again.
It feels like a memory from one of my dreams.
The ones where Dr. Mark Love takes me in his arms and tells me he’s finally found me, that we’ll be together forever from now on.
But he doesn’t say that.
I zone out, watching his mouth move so close to my face as he explains the operation. I get lost in the scent of his cologne again, only snapping to attention once I feel his hands slip from my body.
A sharp knock at the door and a face in a mask curls around the heavy door.
“We’re ready for you Dr. Love,” the female voice says.
Mark’s eyes narrow and I watch his body tense. He looks like he’s about to tell whoever this is where to get off, but he calms himself.
“Thank you. I’ll be right in,” he manages, showing restraint. His professional voice as the masked face disappears again.
Collecting himself. A gifted surgeon about to perform a lifesaving operation.
God, he’s amazing.
I thought I loved him from his picture, from TV.
But sitting so close to him, feeling his energy as well as his body, and watching him about to go to work, I know I do.
It’s silly. It’s impossible.
It could never happen.
But try telling my heart it hasn’t found love at first sight with the most incredible man alive.
That look he gave me, his hands holding me.
Dr. Mark Love.
He stands to leave and I can’t help it. I don’t want him to go.
I hurl myself at him, all my emotions getting the better of me.
My fears for my dad, my embarrassment at how I’ve met the man of my dreams but most of all not wanting him to go.
Wanting to be by his side forever from now on. From this very second until I die.
I hear myself sobbing, begging him not to go. Pleading with him to save my dad.
His huge arms move around my body, pulling me closer to his and I can feel just how strong and muscular he actually is, as well as the delicate touch of a surgeon as one hand smooths my hair.
He murmurs everything I want to hear.
How dad’s gonna be alright, how it won’t take long and he’ll make sure I have updates every half hour from the surgical team.
“If you do this… for my dad,” I sniff, looking up at him, feeling a thick line of heat from his front pressing into me. “I’ll do anything,” I gasp.
Really not wanting him to go now, not when we’re just getting to know each other.
“Anything?” he asks in a low tone, his lips curling in time with the stiffening of my chest, what I know is his dick pulsing to semi-hardness pressing into me.
“Anything,” I whisper, feeling him relax with a low groan once I tell him, letting me gently claw at him for just a moment longer before he brings his face closer to mine, explaining he really has to go.
Chapter Four
Mark
My training and experience have taught me to be prepared for unexpected events. I need to be able to make rational and informed decisions in a split second.
Seconds in surgery can mean years of life for someone, or the end of it.
The surprise of seeing Nick Partridge listed as my emergency surgical patient is one of those things I’ve trained myself to handle as they come up.
Every doctor’s worst fear is having or even losing someone who they know personally.
But it’s when I open the door to the waiting room opposite the operating room when I see her that all that goes out the window.
There must be some mistake. I never knew Nick even had a daughter, let alone…
She’s fucking perfect.
I feel myself swallowing hard, taking all of her in with one sweep of my eyes over her body.
For the moment, there’s no operation. There’s no hospital. No, Nick.
It’s like stepping into a dream I feel like I’ve had but could never remember all of until now.
Knowing I’ve found the one I’ve been waiting for all these years.
That’s all that matters.
That and that thick chest of hers. Those blue eyes and that blond hair that tugs at my heart when it moves in time with her body.
I’ve never been a superficial man, seen enough body types in my career to know it takes all kinds to make humankind.
I never considered I had a ‘type’ either. But once I see her, it all makes sense.
There’s no real ‘type.’ Just her and I know beyond any doubt she’s the one.
I know in a split second I want her.
She will be mine.
Before my own heart starts its pounding rhythm against my ribs, it feels like it’s stopped.
Like all time’s stopped.
