Chapter 6 #2
She shakes her head. ‘You don’t understand. If I want to become an attending after my residency, I have to keep my head down and work and study. This stuff is hard.’
By which she implies being a drummer isn’t. That’s not true, of course, but it’s not as hard as a medical degree I imagine.
‘All I have is gaps, tiny slices of time here and there. I don’t have hours or days to give anyone. And God knows I don’t have the energy. I’d be a lousy partner. It’s better to not even go there.’
Jesus. I’ve never heard anything sadder in my life.
‘I’m not planning on adding to your burden of things to get through each day, Doc.
’ I smile at her because she looks weighed down just talking about it.
‘I’m happy to fit into those gaps, and I’m not just talking about sex.
I’m talking about fun. Stress relief. A foot rub, a hot bath, a cooked meal.
Pillow talk if you want it. Someone to rant at when you’ve had a lousy day at work. ’
Fucking hell. I sound like a complete sap. But even as the words tumble from my mouth, there’s a resonance in them that settles into my bones like the dying notes of a cymbal swell shimmering gently into my marrow.
It should terrify me but it doesn’t. I’ve known this woman is different from the first time I laid eyes on her.
She looks terrified though because I’m clearly talking about more than fucking, which is no doubt an even greater threat to her life plan.
Sex is one thing; foot rubs and feeding her is something else entirely.
So if I have to meet her where she’s at right now, I will.
‘Although screwing you until you can’t see straight is also on offer.’ I shoot her an easy grin. ‘And you know what I can achieve in a short space of time.’
Her lips purse. Am I pushing too fast, too far? The glitter in her eyes tells me she’s going to push back. ‘Danny.’ She glances over her shoulder and drops her voice when she returns her attention to me. ‘Screwing a drummer is a really lousy career move.’
I chuckle. If she’s trying to be insulting, it won’t work. Plus I’m encouraged by that dirty word slipping from her pretty mouth. ‘Haven’t you heard, Doc? Screwing a drummer is always a great career move.’
She rolls her eyes and leans over my arm to continue her work. ‘We come from different worlds.’ Her voice stays low as I feel more dull pressure. ‘Being with someone in my profession makes more sense. They’ll understand the rigors of the job, the demands on my time.’
I know she’s trying to discourage me but the fact she’s even thinking about being with me is cause for celebration. Still, I keep it light. I don’t want to scare the horses. ‘Ah… I see. You only want to fuck doctors, huh?’
I suppose I should be jealous AF over that, but I know I can give her what she really needs. What she didn’t know she needed.
Her hand falters as it pulls the thread through my skin. ‘At least another doctor would understand why I’m always at work.’ I can hear the certainty in her voice. ‘And why even when I’m not at work, I’ll probably still be totally preoccupied with it.’
I smile at that. I do like a challenge. ‘That’s only because you haven’t had anything else to be preoccupied with, Doc. But I bet you my last cent, work has been the last thing on your mind since the’ – I deliberately lean in closer to her and whisper – ‘screwdriver.’
Her hand falters again as she ties off the suture. If she’s thought about me half as much as I’ve thought about her, we’re both in serious trouble.
She doesn’t say anything, just puts in the last stitch, pulls the surgical drapes off my arm, and calmly applies a dressing. Only when she’s done that does she look me in the eye, her expression serious. ‘That isn’t who I am, Danny. The woman in the elevator.’
‘Oh, yes it is.’ She just has to let her out.
‘No.’ Holly shakes her head. ‘But thank you for… letting me be her, during the blizzard.’ She stands and peels off her gloves, and her stethoscope gives that beautiful swing. ‘I’ll get one of the nurses to talk to you about wound care.’
Before I can stop her or call her back, she turns on her heel and walks away, and I crane my neck to follow her progress back down the corridor until she disappears into a room at the end.
It looks like I’m going to need to prove to her she is the woman in the elevator.
And that it’s okay to have needs a medical calling alone cannot fulfil.
Challenge accepted.
Fifteen minutes later, my arm bandaged better than I’d managed it, I sign the paperwork.
The local has worn off, and I’ve refused painkillers.
The nurse accompanies me out, but someone calls to her, and I tell her I’ll be fine.
She smiles gratefully at me and turns away.
I wait a beat or two, then slip silently down the darkened corridor in Holly’s footsteps.
I have no idea if she’s still down here somewhere, but it’s all I’ve got. My boots sound loud on the linoleum floor, and I expect to have my ass busted at any moment. Suddenly, a door opens just ahead of me and I freeze. But it’s her.
Holly.
My heart settles into an entirely different rhythm.
She’s halfway out the door when she spies me, her arms full of medical supplies, that goddamn stethoscope nestled exactly where I like it.
The sign on the door says supplies. She gives me one of her cranky looks, and it has the predictable effect of throwing flame onto the smouldering heat of my desire.
‘Danny!’ She hisses my name and checks over my shoulder as I step close. ‘What the hell are you doing back here? This is off limits to – non-medical personnel.’
But I see the flash in her eyes, hear the husky rasp of her breathing.
And damn if the prissy way she says non-medical personnel doesn’t yank me by the dick.
I give her one of those slow smiles I know shows off my dimples and irritates her so much.
I know because she frowns when I do it, just like she does now.
‘You look hot as fuck in those scrubs, and that stethoscope is driving me nuts. I’m here to do you, Doc. For real this time – no imagination required. And I have a condom.’
I don’t give her a chance to respond, just slide my hands onto her biceps and steer her back into the room.
It’s dark in here, too, but my eyes are adjusted enough to make out the looming shadows of row upon row of large, metallic shelves laden with stuff I can’t identify and don’t give a shit about. I only have eyes for Holly.
‘Danny. We… shouldn’t be doing this. I’m at work. Anyone can walk in here at any minute.’
‘I know.’ I smile as I direct her to the nearest row. ‘That’s half the thrill.’
‘I… have patients.’ But the catch in her voice betrays her excitement as I bump her back against the wall at the far end of the row.
‘You’re in a lull.’
I start unloading the stuff from her arms, shoving it haphazardly on the shelf beside me. She doesn’t help, but she doesn’t stop me either and, by the time she’s empty-handed, her breathing is a rough pant winding its fingers around my cock, and I’m dizzy with it.
‘I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.’
‘Danny, I—’
I cut off whatever she’s about to say with my mouth.
I have to kiss her. And by the way she’s melting against me, opening her mouth and clutching at my shirt, I’m guessing she has to kiss me, too.
My hands slide to her hips as my tongue slides into her mouth, and she moans and twists her fingers into my shirt.
And Christ she feels good – hot and eager, greedy as her hands pull me closer.
Every suck of my breath fills up with the sweetness of maple syrup.
My pulse washes like a waterfall through my ears.
My hands shake with need, the pain from my arm forgotten.
She rubs against me, and I know how she feels.
I want to bury myself inside her so bad.
To fuck her. Finally.
I pull away slightly, my lips not quite touching hers. ‘Say you haven’t been able to stop thinking about me.’ I fully expect her to bite me, but I’m pathetically desperate to hear her articulate what her body already knows.
‘I barely think of anything else,’ she whispers.
I groan and kiss her hard instead of roaring and beating my chest like a fucking caveman, which is exactly what I want to do.
Holly Vincent is mine.
I drag the stethoscope off her neck as I pull at the hem of her scrubs and rip it up and off, her Henley following next.
I vaguely note her bra is a pale pink as I fumble with the hooks.
My hands shake with the need to be inside her.
How I manage to get it off, I don’t know.
I’m juggling it and the stethoscope, all while her hands are working at the top button of my fly.
When she’s completely topless I sling the stethoscope back around her neck. ‘Jesus.’ She’s so fucking sexy like that, the bell and the earpieces brushing her tits. ‘One of these days you and I are going to play doctor.’
Her breath hitches, then she’s dragging me close again and whispering, ‘Hurry,’ against my mouth as she yanks down my fly.
I hurry. Grope for my wallet, pull out the condom, rip it open, knock her busy hands aside as I roll it on, all without breaking from the soft-hard seduction of her mouth.
I am obsessed with her mouth. Its shape, the way it moves, the way it tastes.
I want to spend hours kissing it. For damn sure I want to fuck it real bad.
Hell, one day I’ll write a song about it.
But not now.
Now my hands yank down her scrubs and her underwear, my hands slide under her ass and lift, pinning her to the wall with my hips as she locks her legs tight around my waist. I grab my cock and guide it to where she is so fucking hot and wet and ready for me.
‘Yes!’ Her gasp is soft in my ear as I tease her slick folds with my dick. ‘There.’
I’ve almost forgotten in our haste that this is our first time, and I have a fleeting regret that it’s up against a wall.
It’s not very romantic. But I’m too far gone to be a gentleman about it.
And acutely aware I’m in a room full of medical supplies with a woman desperate for my cock, who probably knows how to perform a castration.
There’ll be time enough for rose petals.
I pull back to look at her as I notch myself just inside her.
She’s gloriously naked except for her stethoscope, and I make sure our gazes are locked before I shove into her.
She moans and her tits rock a little and I can tell it’s 100 per cent better than anything she’d fantasised about in the elevator.
‘I can fill in all your gaps, Holly.’
I pull out and thrust in again, and she gasps this time as she grasps my shoulder. I pick up the pace, thrusting and withdrawing, watching her head rock and her tits bounce. She’s gorgeous, her chest rising and falling erratically, her eyes shut, her mouth parted.
I slide in to the hilt and it’s 100 per cent better than I’d fantasised about. ‘Let me fill them, Holly.’
Her amber eyes flick open. Even in the dark I can see they’re roiling with lust, and I shove into her – hard.
I withdraw quickly, and she moans again.
‘I know you, Holly. I know you love it when I talk dirty. When I say fuck.’ I thrust and withdraw.
‘And cock.’ Her nails bite into my neck at the profanity, and she pulses around me. My hips piston once more. ‘And pussy.’
I go again and again. She whimpers, and her thighs tremble around my waist, her internal muscles contracting around my cock. I can tell she’s close as my own pleasure balances on a knife’s edge.
‘I know you love it when I make you come.’
My hand slides between our bodies to her clit.
It’s as stiff as I am, and I flick it. She arches her back, bites her lip to stop from crying out, ploughs her fingers into my hair and twists until it physically hurts, but I don’t care, I just kiss her.
I kiss her like the world’s about to end and I want to go out with her.
Kiss her as I stroke her, kiss her as I fuck her deep and hard, kiss her as she fills my head with the sweet aroma of musk and maple syrup and the nonsensical sounds of her orgasm.
‘Fuuuuck.’ I groan, my scalp burning as I follow her into the light, my heart pounding, my body an agony of pleasure and pain, bucking and thrusting, until we’re both spent and gasping against the wall.
I wait until her fingers loosen from my hair and slide bonelessly away and my pulse has settled a little and I can speak again.
‘I can fill your gaps, Holly.’ I pull back, lapping up the sight of her as I slide out.
I ease her down until her feet touch the ground, shoving the condom in my pocket as I tuck myself away.
She blinks up at me, swaying a little like she can’t really believe what’s happened. I can hardly believe it, either.
‘Let me be your respite, Holly.’
‘Danny, I…’
I bend and kiss her, soft and brief. I don’t expect an answer right now. ‘Just think about it,’ I whisper.
Then I turn and leave, certain that she’ll be thinking of nothing else. Just like me.