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I cameout of the steamy bathroom and froze. There, leaning against the bedroom wall, was Theo. My heart kicked into overdrive and my fingers instinctively clenched the top of the towel. For him, he was dressed down in jeans and a plain, white, long-sleeved t-shirt. His arms were crossed over his chest, completely relaxed, as if waiting for a woman to come out of the shower was natural.
Maybe it was for him.
Me? Not so much. Especially when I was naked except for a towel. I startled and a thrill shot through me. Goosebumps rose across my damp skin and not from the cooler air.
“Theo,” I breathed. He was so intense, so… focused. On me.
His gaze raked down me, shoulder to bare toes and back. I could only imagine him using that when assessing a patient, but his gaze wasn’t clinical. It was hot.
My nipples hardened and I gripped the towel even tighter.
“Have fun in Vegas?” he asked, his voice deep, even. Low. I had to wonder what his resting heart rate was because the man waschill.It made sense, being a trauma surgeon and all. His profession required a level head, a steady hand, and a calm demeanor.
Out of those three, I liked his steady hands the best.
“Sure,” I replied, a little wary as to why he asked. Bridget wouldn’t have gone downstairs and blabbed. Not unless Mav decided to tickle the answer out of her. Or orgasm denial. I heard it was a great persuasion tool, although I wouldn’t know. “What are you doing in here?”
The door was closed behind him, meaning he hadn’t wandered in lost.
“I think you know the answer.”
Yup, definitely not lost.
“Oh?” My heart was galloping faster than a horse at the Kentucky Derby. “What’s that?”
He ran a finger over his new beard which was a little longer than Thursday night. It made him look less like a stuffy doctor and more… rugged. And dangerous, because he was impossibly more handsome. More intense. More fiercely male. More everything.
Which meant I felt more. More sizzle. More heat. More heart clutching need.
Why him? Why this man who seemed to have Superman vision and knew I was wet and aroused? He must have pheromones seeping from his pores. Why else could I always be so affected by him? Right from that first glimpse of him in the photo on Mav’s laptop I’d been drawn in.
“Sex.”
That one word had everything in me clenching.Sex. Yes, please.
This wasn’t the restaurant parking lot, and I should be used to Theo’s direct ways by now.
“I haven’t gotten the prescription for birth control yet,” I reminded. He’d been so adamant last week about protecting me from not only STDs but pregnancy.
He pushed off the wall and came closer. I swallowed, held my ground. I wasn’t afraid of him, but what he made me feel.
“I know,” he replied. “You said your appointment’s this week.”
He remembered, but then again, I had no doubt any guy would keep track of when he could get his dick inside a woman.
“Tomorrow.”
His dark eyes were on my thighs, as if he remembered how they looked and felt beneath his palms. “There’s lots of different kinds of sex. Did you like coming on my fingers?”
I licked my lips. Nodded.
I wasn’t a prude. Or shy. Or a liar. He knew I’d liked it by the way I came. If speed orgasms were an Olympic sport, I’d be a gold medalist.
“This time, you’ll come on my mouth.”
Oh my go–sh.My pussy clenched again, and my hard nipples chafed against the damp towel.
Speaking of damp…
