Chapter 12 #2
She did as he directed and then watched in amazement as he arranged her legs so they were over his shoulders.
“I’ve heard dancers are super limber,” he said as his hands moved seductively over her thighs. “Is that true?”
“You’ll have to find out for yourself.”
His eyes blazed with intensity as he slid his arousal through her slickness.
Remembering the difficult entry the last time had her tensing as she waited to see what he would do.
“Don’t get tense,” he said soothingly. “That only makes it harder.”
“Makes what harder?” she asked with a playful grin that masked her inner turmoil.
“Everything.” Grasping her bottom, he pushed into her one torturous inch at a time.
“Stop thinking so much, and just feel. Just feel.” He retreated before surging into her again.
“That’s it. Take all of me.” His lips skimmed her inner thigh as he pressed his thumb against her and made her come suddenly—and almost violently.
With a wild groan, he clutched her hips and went with her. He released her legs, came down on top of her and held her tight against him. Then he raised his head, looked deep into her eyes and kissed her. “I want my pizza now.”
Since that was the last thing she’d expected him to say, Tiffany burst into laughter.
David stayed late at the clinic to wade through a mountain of charts that had collected in the last week.
They desperately needed some additional administrative help, but the clinic barely had the budget to pay him, Victoria and the receptionist they already had.
As it was, he was making far less than he would have in the city, but he had everything he needed. Well, almost everything…
Since he’d lost Janey, he’d walked around with a large, painful hole where his heart had once been.
Knowing he had only himself to blame for losing her didn’t help much.
Pouring himself into his work—that helped.
It left him with little time to think about how badly he’d screwed up his entire life.
They should’ve had it all. Instead, he was left to think about how he’d had it all and let it slide through his fingers, like it meant nothing to him.
Forcing himself to focus, he opened a chart and realized it was Daisy’s.
He made some final notes about her treatment and follow-up care.
In a city hospital, he would close the chart and move on to the next.
But here on the island, he started to reach for the phone to check on her, but stopped himself, deciding to see her in person on the way home.
That was the beauty of small-town medicine.
He knew most of his patients personally and went out of his way to spend as much time with each of them as he could.
Every time he tended to an impoverished young family or a lonely shut-in or a battered woman, he liked to think he was paying back the debt he owed for being such a disappointment to the community that once had such faith in him.
The people of Gansett had been so proud to send one of their own off to medical school, and then he’d gone and blown it by cheating on Janey McCarthy.
He’d found out the hard way that everyone loved Janey and reviled the man who’d hurt her.
Saving her baby niece Hailey at birth had gone a long way toward redeeming him with the McCarthy family, but people still treated him differently than they used to.
They also blamed him for derailing Janey’s plans to attend veterinary school after college.
At the time, he’d thought he was doing the right thing by insisting only one of them attend medical school, reasoning that island practices wouldn’t generate enough income to support them and pay off their school loans.
Her parents had violently opposed her decision to forgo veterinary school, and his relationship with his future in-laws had never really recovered from that episode.
Now that she was free of him, she was attending veterinary school in Ohio, and everyone was happy—everyone but him.
It had probably been a huge mistake to take the job as the island’s doctor when Cal Maitland returned to Texas to tend to his ailing mother.
But it had been the job he’d always planned to have after medical school, so he’d snapped up the opportunity when it was offered to him.
Now he had a two-year contract that he would honor before he considered other options.
Maybe by then people would’ve forgiven his sins.
He let out a harsh laugh. “As if.”
His grumbling stomach reminded him that he’d skipped lunch—again—and that it was getting late.
He turned off the office light and gathered up some of the remaining paperwork to finish at home.
On the way out, he switched the phones over to the answering service on the mainland that covered for them at night.
They had his cell number and would call him if anything came up overnight.
He locked the clinic’s main doors and took a moment to appreciate the soft spring evening on the way to his car.
As he drove into town to Daisy’s house, he let himself pretend he was driving home to Janey and that she was waiting for him with dinner they’d enjoy together before spending a long, sensuous night in bed.
The memories of making love with her made him hard and horny.
Ironically, he hadn’t had sex since the day she caught him with the oncology nurse he’d foolishly brought home to his apartment, thinking she could take his mind off the Hodgkin’s treatment.
In fact, she’d been a momentary distraction that set off a series of events that imploded his life.