Page 31 of Bad Medicine

I wanted it more than I cared to admit.

Rocco took a step toward me, and I took a matching one back.

“What do you want?” I asked breathlessly. I could feel the sexual energy coming off of him in waves. This was a man who knew exactly what he could offer a woman, and had no shame in doing so.

“I just want to help you relax,” he purred, taking a second step. This time, my retreat was blocked by the door, and I blinked up at him as he neared. “We’re down to eight minutes, though, Doc, so we better hurry.”

Rocco reached up, his warm fingers tracing a path down my cheek, and I sucked in a breath. Letting my head fall back against the door, I closed my eyes and just reveled in the contact.

I had missed it.

The simple act of touch, of connection on the most basic human level.

It was completely mesmerizing; the lightest of touches, and I was already lost.

Continuing their path, Rock’s fingers breezed down my jaw and neck before dipping into the collar of my scrub top. Goosebumps erupted on my skin when he teased the dip of my cleavage before removing his fingers and continuing their path south. He skimmed lightly through the valley of my breasts, then farther still.

“Wait,” I panted, hating that I was showing him how much he affected me. “What if someone comes?”

Rock chuckled, a low, sexy sound that caused the muscles in my belly to clench.

“Oh, someone’s gonna come, alright.”

I could feel my face burning in embarrassment.

“I mean, what if someone comes to use this room.”

“Well, you’d better be on the look out, then,” he whispered, his breath warm against my cheek as he gripped me by the hips, then spun me around quickly. Suddenly, I found myself face to face with the narrow window, the entire hallway on display for me to see.

For anyone out there to see me, as well, I realized. Placing my hands on either side of the window, I pushed back, wanting to get out of this position, but Rocco was there, his body pressed close against mine from behind.

“You just stay like that, Doc,” he cooed, and once again his voice caused an involuntary shiver to run down my spine. “Try not to let anyone know what you’re up to. It would be a shame if we were interrupted.”

Rocco wrapped one arm around my waist, holding me to him as the other slid beneath the elastic waist of my scrub pants. He dragged his fingertips between my legs, ghosting lightly over my panties a few times.

“Oh, yeah,” Rocco whispered, his breathy words a caress against my skin. “I’ve been looking forward to this.”

Even I was surprised by the moan that escaped my lips, unbidden and unexpected. Blinking, I shook my head, wondering just what the hell was I doing, letting this happen while I was supposed to be working.

Suddenly embarrassed, I twisted my hips, trying to dislodge his hand from between my legs, but Rocco was having none of that.

“You think you can hide this from me, Doc?” he growled, and I could feel every word as it rumbled out of his chest, giving a physical presence to his spoken words. “You think this pussy isn’t already mine? That it hasn’t been waiting for me? For this?” In a flash, those fingers moved, darting below my panties—the last barrier protecting both me and my sanity. “Look how hot you are for me already.” I shook my head again, wanting to deny the truth, even if only to myself.

But Rocco wasn’t the least bit swayed. His arm around my belly tightened, and as he pulled us closer, I could feel his erection pressing into my ass as he rocked gently against me. When his fingers split my lips and found my entrance, we both groaned together.

“There it is,” he continued, and the self-satisfaction in his voice pissed me off. “There’s all that honey you’ve been keeping from me.”

I opened my mouth to tell him I had done nothing of the sort, but at that exact moment, he plunged two fingers inside me, and all that came out was a whimper.

“See how good we are, Doc?”

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think.

I was simply existing in the moment, feeling things I hadn’t felt in longer than I cared to remember. It was so good.

Dangerously good, in fact, but that didn’t stop me from delighting in it all the same.

The familiar squeak of footsteps brought me sharply back to reality, and I froze, panicked that we might be caught.