Page 372 of The Doctors Will See You Now

I grinned, preening a little in the light of his compliment. “It’d be an even better band name, but I have zero musical talent.”

“Me either.” A genuine smile kissed Nick’s lips just before he brought his bottle of beer to them and took a long, hearty drink. I watched intently.

They were so full and soft in appearance, I had the urge to run my index finger across the plum-shaded pillows just to see if they felt as amazing as they looked.

“No drumming or guitar skills? I’m starting to wonder if you have any talents other than surgery.”

“One or two,” he responded instantly, and the tone of his words matched the knowing, even slightly heated smirk that lifted the corners of his lips.

Sweet kittens. So innocent were the words, but so ripe with sex was the tone.

The verdict was in. This man had a mouth I wanted to run my tongue across.

“Only one or two, Dr. Raines?” I teased, forcing an aroused swallow down my throat—no doubt if I let it escape, it would turn into a highly embarrassing plea of some sort.

Show me you can motorboat a ten-second mile kind of thing.

“If you’re going to ask about my talents, you should probably drop the formalities and just call me Nick.”

“Okay,” I agreed and tilted my head to the side as I leaned closer to him. “So, Nick, what are these talents you speak of?”

He did that sexy smiling thing again but didn’t offer any response, merely keeping his gaze locked with mine.

Hot damn. I think this sexy as fuck doctor is flirting with me…

I silently prayed my gut instinct was right and tucked any and all shame into my back pocket. It hadn’t been that long since I’d been fucked by someone—some months ago, on only one occasion, if I’m truthful—but it’d been nearly forever since someone had done it well.

My attraction to this man was more than apparent.

Isn’t it?

He kept his emotions close to the cuff, so it was hard to tell, but every once in a while, I thought I saw a little hint of recognition in his eyes. Not to mention, he’d willingly come along to this bar with me—okay, after a little coercing.

I frowned thoughtfully.

But once he figured out I’d brought him to a trivia night, he hadn’t made a beeline for the door. So that had to mean something, right?

If anything, he seemed amused by it all, like he was enjoying the spontaneity.

Between his perfectly matched baby blue attire—even the face of his watch was blue—and his choice in careers, I had a feeling Nick needed some impulsiveness in his life. I might have been jumping the gun by assuming he’d want me to, but I was more than capable of showing him some.

“All right, trivia teams!” The MC shouted from the small stage at the back of the bar. “Let’s get this show on the road!”

The bar crowd cheered their approval, thanks to the plentiful availability of liquor, and everyone settled into their seats.

“Are you ready?” I asked Nick as he tipped his beer to his lips.

Some of the liquid missed in his haste to pull the bottle away and answer, and sweet Lucifer, the devil tried dramatically to make me wipe it. I just barely resisted. I had a feeling I had my late grandmother in guardian angel form to thank for chasing the horned bastard away in the name of my eternal soul.

“I think I’m as ready as I’ll ever be,” Nick remarked.

Yeah, time to stop staring at the droplet, Charlotte. Finally sensing the moisture, his tongue peeked out and licked it away. Oh, come on. Grandma Hollis, where are you? The devil is near!

“Is this your first time doing a trivia night?” Hopefully, normal questions would bring me back from the brink of eternal damnation.

“Most definitely,” he said and lifted his bottle to his lips to take another sip of his beer. I moved my eyes away from his mouth and up to his eyes with a sheer force of will.

“Well, Mr. Brain Surgeon,” I started with a cheeky grin. “Since I couldn’t find a rocket scientist to be my partner, you were the next best thing. Fleetwood Mac’s Sex Pants is counting on you to bring your A game.”