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“This is a hospital, Doctor,” she says coyly. “There are people everywhere. I didn’t think this would be a... long exam.”
“Are you telling me to hurry up?”
“I just want to make sure I get the full treatment before your next appointment.”
A breathy laugh escapes me. “I’ll make sure that you do.”
I push her scrub top higher to expose her stomach, watching it rise and fall with each heaving breath. I can’t even decide what I want to do with her—whether I want her on my tongue or my cock or even just my hands. I only know I want to hear her make those sweet noises she makes when she falls apart.
“I’m going to suggest something a little... unorthodox.”
She bites her bottom lip. “Oh?”
“I’m going to need you to turn over for me, Ms. Carter.”
“Turn over?”
“That’s right. I want you to get on your knees for me. Put your hands on the headrest.”
I watch her pupils dilate, her scent growing thicker, and I cansmellthe way she grows slick with the suggestion. “I can do that.”
I help ease her up on her knees, holding her steady as she turns, and when she arches her back to grab hold of the headrest, the perfect curve of her ass pushed out like an offering, I almost lose all my control.
She turns to look at me over her shoulder, the tip of her tongue flashing to wet her bottom lip. “Like this?”
“That’s perfect,” I rasp, my hands sliding over her hips. “So good.”
And she is. So good. She’s the gift-wrapped wet dream I never even knew I needed. My hands actuallyshakewith the knowledge that I get to touch her. That shewantsme to.
The chair is low enough that I can straddle the seat of it, even if my stance feels too wide, but if I raise a knee to let it rest by one of hers, I can almost comfortably curl my body into hers. I smooth my hands down either side of her hips, bending until I can press soft kisses along her throat. She presses back against me when my thumbs tuck into the waistband of her scrub bottoms, making a needy little sound that has my cock growing impossibly harder.
I swipe my tongue along the fevered gland nestled in the bend of her shoulder, nipping it with my teeth as I tug down her clothes. “You seem a little feverish, Ms. Carter.”
“Do I?”
“Mm.” My palm glides over hips and down, fingers teasing where her scrubs are scrunched above her knees and quietly urging her to adjust so I can ease them off her. When she’s naked from the waist down, I continue my lazy exploration, gliding my fingers over the inside of her thigh until it reaches the hottest part of her. “Especially here.” She sucks in a breath when I press my thumb against her entrance, already slick for me. “Does it hurt here?”
“So bad,” she gasps.
I press deeper, teasing her with my thumb. “Maybe I can help with that.”
“Can you?”
Her fuckingscent. It makes my eyes roll back with how thick it is, and somewhere in the clearer parts of my lust-addled mind, I know there is no way no one will realize how I’ve touched her if she walks out of here smelling like this. The thought should have me wary, but all it does it make me burn hotter. I realize Iwantthem to know I’ve touched her. I want everyone in the goddamn hospital to know that she’smine.
I go still, trying to get a handle on my racing thoughts. My breath huffs against her skin, and as if she senses my momentary episode, I feel her hand reach behind her until her fingers push into my hair. “You okay?”
Am I?
The thought is still there—some primal urge to mark her,claimher—to ensure that there is never a doubt that she belongs to me, and that I belong to her.
And in this moment... it’s terrifying thinking that I might be alone in that feeling.
“I just... Are you sure this is a good idea?”
She turns her face to let her lips graze my jaw, and my eyes drift closed as I relish the sensation. “I’ve been thinking about you being inside me all day. Do you really want to wait until we’re not on opposite shifts again to touch me?”
She has a point. She’ll be on the night shift for another five days while I work the opposite—meaning that there will only be a small window where our schedules overlap and I can see her at work. The thought of not being inside her for five days feels like absolutetorture.
