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Lachlan sat on the bed next to me and placed the diaphragm on my chest just above my right breast. “Deep breath,” he said.
Oh no, I thought with an internal groan.I can’t do this. I cannot do this. We need to find an impartial doctor. An ugly one. A doctor that’s not this guy.My heart started to hammer so hard, I was absolutely sure it was going to launch out of my throat. I tried to pull in a breath, but I felt like there was a bag of rocks in my lungs.
Lachlan blew out an annoyed breath, dropped the stethoscope, and suddenly pulled my face to him with both his hands. “Is thereanyway I can get you to chill out when I do this?”
I ran my lip through my teeth, wincing. “Probably not.”
“You’re messing up all my readings,” he frowned.
“You’remessing up my readings,” I accused.
That made him smile. Reluctantly. “Miss Brook,” he said in his serious doctor voice. “I need you to cooperate so I can get you clean clothes and a bath. Do you think you can do that?”
My lips were dangerously close to a grin. “No.”
“Jesus,” he muttered. His hands around the sides of my face shifted so his fingers cradled the back of my head, and then he lowered his mouth to mine, capturing my lips in a crushing kiss.
I gasped, but not in shock. In relief. In blissful, warm, velvety relief as his dusky lips moved against mine with unrelenting, almost punishing force. I brought my arms up around his neck, and almost without realizing what I was doing, I lifted myself up and straddled his lap. Up on my knees and angled above him, I gave Lachlan as good as I got. My fingers found his hair, burying my knuckles in its perfectly conditioned, soft texture.
Dimly, I felt an awareness that I was nasty and sick with strep, so I kept my tongue tucked away, but there was enough of his lips that I could savor the firmness of his kisses for days, and days, and days…
Lachlan ran his hands down the side of my ribs, down my hips, and all the way to my legs in one searing path. His palms hooked under my knees, and with one deft tug, he pulled me down so my ass was right on his lap, pressed against the hard erection perfectly outlined through the slick material of his joggers. My legs wrapped around his back, and I leaned into our kiss with intoxicating hunger. I groaned as his erection pushed against my slit, already growing wet with need.
He answered with a soft sound of satisfaction.
One of Lachlan’s hands steadied my lower back, keeping me pressed hard against him, and the other slid up my shirt, trailing a path to the sports bra I usually only wore when I wasn’t planning on going anywhere. It was loose and nearly useless, but comfortable. His fingers slipped under it easily, and I gasped as they found my breast, flicking over my nipple and then cupping my breast firmly.
I felt like a furnace. I was going to burst into flames. I started to unconsciously rock against him as he tortured my mouth with his. A sheen of sweat started to gather on my brow and at the small of my back.
Lachlan paused, and then his lips slowed. His hand left my bra, and he brought it up to my face where his thumb caressed my cheek. Pulling away from our kiss, his voice was husky as he said, “Your fever is back.”
I swallowed against my swollen throat, breathing hard. My eyes rose hesitantly to his. “So?”
He huffed a laugh. “I really didn’t bring you here to paw you like an animal.”
“You’re not. I’m the one drooling over you. I like being pawed.”
I felt the shake of his silent laugh. “Still. A little caution might be healthy.”
“I hate healthy,” I whined, already dreading that he was going to stop us. I didn’t want to stop. I’d never felt this turned on in my life. I’d never felt so much burning need for someone. Not that I’d had many chances, but even so.
His lips pressed into a smile. Sighing, I let my forehead fall to his shoulder. “Okay. I’m sorry. We can slow down.” I paused, thinking. “You’re going to get strep.”
“I don’t have tonsils. It’s possible, but not likely,” he said, shrugging one shoulder.
“Oh.”
He clicked his tongue. “I didn’t get a pulse/ox reading. I didn’t get a respiratory reading. I didn’t get a temperature. You’re killing me.”
“Sorry,” I groaned, too comfortable with my head against his shoulder to move.
His arms wrapped around me with a comforting squeeze. “It’s straight-up malpractice, is what it is.”
“Mnh,” I agreed sleepily.
He held me quietly for a while, and I breathed evenly, loving the feel of his arms around my back, pressing me into him. He adjusted us slightly, tucking my arms between my breasts and his chest, and two of his fingers found the pulse at my wrist.
I got nervous again, shifting as my heart threatened to gallop, but he kissed my temple, “Shh. Just rest for a minute.”
