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“If you don’t hurry, your lunch will get cold, and I made your favorite.”
Getting on his knees, he ran his hands up her bare thighs that shook from the expectation of what she wanted from him. Running his tongue along the same path, it was his turn to tease her until she screamed his name. Which he won when he turned her around and commanded her to put her hands on the wall before plunging into her. They both came apart within minutes.
Being with Margo again felt like a dream he never wanted to wake up from. After they were satiated and took turns soaping each other up, they got dressed and sat down for a simple meal together.
She always was a great cook.
“Is this weird, like we missed so much time together, but some things stayed the same?” she asked.
“Like your moans. I missed those,” he said.
“I just mean there was no pause button, and we both moved on. Outside of bed or the shower, this may not really work again.”
“Don’t forget the couch,” he teased.
She smirked and sipped her water.
“I moved forward because I had to. But I didn’t move on from you, Margo. This isn’t starting over. It’s picking up where we left off with a little missing info.”
“All right, I guess we won’t know until we try, but we can’t advertise it at the hospital.”
“We’re both mature adults. We don’t need to advertise it or hide it,” he said.
“Actually, while you’re assigned to my shift, we kind of do need to hide it. I’m your attending. Even if you are just on loan from LA, it’s unprofessional.”
“I can request to work under Dalton.”
“No, the director will think I’ve done something to scare you off. They really want to convince you to stay at Mercy.”
Drake pulled her into his lap and kissed her neck. “You’ve convinced me, but I think I’d like to try the ER.”
She pulled back to look in his eyes. “The ER? You don’t want to practice plastic surgery anymore? But you’re ‘The One.’ Everyone talks about your talent and new techniques.”
“I wanted to get a feel for the ER before I said anything, but I think I’ll make them a counteroffer.”
“Oh.”
“Unless you don’t want me to work in your ER. Is that a problem?”
“I mean, it could be.” She stood and started pacing. “But I guess once you’re under contract, you would be an attending. You’re obviously overqualified to be a resident.”
He grabbed at her hand and pulled her back onto his lap. “But is it a problem if I get a job in your ER?”
“No, but I think we better keep this”—she motioned between them—“to ourselves until you figure out what you’re doing. Don’t be hasty. I know your mom’s health is a huge factor but just be sure. And in the meantime, while you’re on my shift, we can’t let people know we’re sleeping together.”
He peppered her throat with kisses as she rambled on.
He heard the warning; she was worried he would change his mind. He stopped kissing her neck and studied her. Worry creased her brow.
“But you want me to stay?”
Her eyes met his, and he could see the desire reflected back at him.
“I never wanted you to leave if I couldn’t go with you. But I admit, this all seems like a weird time traveling experiment. We’re the same, but different people in so many ways.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“I want to be with you and see where this goes.”
