Page 117 of Hell Hath No Fury

Come on, Doc, is this a checkup or a seduction?

I was not ashamed to admit I may have closed my eyes to try to regain some composure. It didn’t help one bit.

When he finally reached my knee, he pulled the fabric carefully over it and let out a low whistle. "Wow, you sure did a number." He smiled up at me and his eyes danced with mirth. "Did you really carry Jax all the way down the mountain?"

I let out a long breath. "My mind wants to block out the whole incident but my body screams in pain otherwise.”

He let out a low chuckle that I felt way in the pit of my stomach. "Well, we will get you all fixed up and then if you can wait another few minutes so I can see my last patient of the day, I can give you a ride back up."

"Really?" I almost felt bad about taking him up on his offer, but I was not carrying that crazy dog again. "That's really nice. I'd so appreciate it. Will you check out Jax, too, after me?”

Another low chuckle hit my ears and went straight to my core as he slowly pushed up my other pants leg. "Yeah, that sounds about right." Doctor Clark looked over at Jax and shook his head, making his dark hair fall more over his forehead, making him look impossibly sexy. "Jax sometimes likes to play sick for attention. He's had this fake limp for years whenever it's convenient for him. And whenever anyone tries to leash him up for a walk, he refuses to move."

"What?" I breathed, completely at a loss for words. Because I did not carry that big ass dog down the mountain and almost fall to my death—okay, that was a bit dramatic—and he was faking it!

Hot Doc nodded as he stood up and headed over to a cabinet in the corner. It looked like he was collecting some gauze and some kind of spray and tape, but all I really noticed was the way his bicep was almost too big for that lab coat when he was flexing it. He gave me a sheepish smile over his shoulder. "I take it your brother didn't tell you?"

I cleared my throat. Everything about this ordeal was becoming impossibly more embarrassing. "He did not." And now I was going to have to kill him and his not so little dog, too.

He set the items in his hands next to me on the table before kneeling before me once more and I felt myself blush again. Fuck. I hated and loved every minute of this. It was torture. It was paradise.

His smell invaded my senses again and I almost lost it when I felt something wet against one of my knees and then a burn.

I sucked in a sharp breath because ow.

"Sorry," he said, his forehead all scrunched in concern before he leaned forward and really blew my damn mind.

Well, it wasn't my mind, but he did blow his minty breath across my knee. And dear lord, he may as well have blew right on the tips of my nipples because they instantly hardened and I felt my breath catch.

"Okay?" he asked before blowing again.

"Yep," I croaked out. I definitely wasn’t okay. This was bad. So bad. He was gorgeous and it had been over a year since I'd had sex. Clearly, I was pretty hard up considering how I was pretty close to an orgasm simply from a man blowing on my knee.

My mom was right. I was desperate. I did need a man to be happy. Well, at least a man’s cock.

But he wasn't just any man. He was gorgeous. And big. And clearly strong. He couldn't be much older than me. We looked about the same age. I glanced down and didn't see a ring on his finger and noticed how large his hands were and that keyed me up even more.

He bandaged up my knee and proceeded to work on the other and this time I made sure not to make a sound when he applied the spray because I didn't want to accidentally come on his examtable in the middle of the day if he decided to blow on my knee again.

I know. I was pathetic.

"Anywhere else?" he asked, standing up.

"Got any of that spray for my pride?" I smiled up at him trying to play it cool. But how the hell was I supposed to do that when he was looming over me in a black t-shirt and jeans with a white doctor’s coat over it?

Like was he going to cut wood or do surgery? I couldn't tell but either way it was damn hot.

He gave me a closed lip smile and shook his head. "Sorry, I'm fresh out. I used them on the last woman who stumbled in here carrying her pig down the mountain."

I giggled. Yes, giggled. Like a fucking schoolgirl. What the hell was wrong with me? I had to get the hell out of here. "Well, then, Doc, I guess I'm good to go. My elbows are a little sore from landing on them but other than that, I’m just achy.”

He once again surprised me by stepping close to me. Too close because now his smell was all around me. He slowly rolled up my sleeves on my sweater and checked both of my elbows carefully before pulling them back down.

Who was this man that just did what he wanted to a woman he hardly knew so casually? Like, I wasn't complaining but I also wasn't used to this. And don't think I missed the way his thumbs breezed over my wrist quickly after he straightened my sleeves back into place.

Maybe I wasn't the only one feeling the heat.

But it didn't matter, I told myself. I was going to get a ride home from him. And not the dirty kind of ride. The car kind and then I'd most likely never see him again since I was leaving in a few days.