Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 75643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
I deserved her anger.
Dropping my face into the crook of her neck, I didn’t even flinch when she pulled on my hair.
“So pissed off that I don’t want you hugging me,” she lifted her shoulder, causing my head to bounce.
My forehead hit her shoulder bone with a hard thunk, and I winced.
She didn’t stop struggling, and soon she was so spitting mad that I was just holding her that I was forced to let her go or risk being junk punched and never having children.
Backing away, I waited for the inevitable.
When she launched herself at me, pounding on my chest with her little fucking fists, I caught her up and pressed her against the wall using my body.
Her squirming and insults, as well as the way her hair started to fall out of the loose bun she had it in, had me grinning at how beautiful she looked—which, let me tell you, really set her off. Smiling when your girl was pissed and letting you know—not the smartest thing I’d ever done.
Her eyes narrowed, and she bared her teeth at me.
“What’s so fucking funny?” she poked me in the chest with both pointer fingers.
I caught both of her hands in one and pinned them above her head. My other hand went to her ass and I squeezed.
“What’s funny is you look goddamn beautiful when you’re pissed,” I told her honestly. “And you’re making me hard.”
“Yeah?” she asked, trying to yank her hands free. “Well you’re pissing me off, and I want you to leave.”
“No, you don’t,” I countered.
Her eyes lit with even more anger. “Yes. I. Do.”
That’s when I started getting pissed.
“You don’t,” I growled.
“I do.”
“Do you?” I asked. “Do you really want me to leave? Or are you pissed that your pride got hurt, and you’re taking it out on me? Because, from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re throwing a fit. Put yourself into my shoes. What would you have done?”
“I would’ve followed the nurses’ and doctors’ orders because I know exactly how important it is to have control in an ER trauma room where a patient is fighting for her life!” she argued.
Okay, she had a point…
I shook my head. “If you honestly think that I could’ve kept Wade out of that room, you’re delusional. I know within a shadow of a doubt what he would’ve done, and that’s why I fought for him to stay. He wasn’t thinking right, and all he needed to do was sit there and feel like he was helping. He wasn’t in the way. He wasn’t hurting anything.”
“But you were.” She yanked one hand free and pushed, trying to put some distance between us. “And you caused me to be written up! Do you know what that does? That takes away my Christmas bonus that I use to pay for Christmas presents!”
Now that I did feel bad about. But I’d make it up to her.
I’d buy every goddamn Christmas present she needed this year and then some. Not that she’d want to let me, but I’d find a way to make it okay.
And, done with the conversation, knowing we weren’t going to get anywhere right then with both of us so pissed off, I slammed my mouth down onto hers.
She brought her hand up to my hair and yanked, trying to get me away from her.
It didn’t work.
The pain only bolstered my efforts.
I kissed her like I was leaving tomorrow—gave her mouth exactly what I’d wanted to give it since the first day I’d met her.
Our tongues touched, our breathing hitched, and her hand stopped yanking me away, and started pulling me closer.
Her other hand stopped tugging to get free, and curled around my fingers, letting me know that I wasn’t the only one affected by our kiss.
Her heart was pounding against my chest, and her legs tightened around my waist.
The moment that it did, I pressed my erection into her, grinding against her.
The scrubs she was wearing made it feel like nothing was between us, and I lost control.
I dropped her to her feet, then started stripping her from the waist down. Long seconds later, she was naked and confused, and I was hastily unzipping my own pants. Her eyes widened when she saw my cock, and the lick she gave her lips felt like she’d taken me straight down her throat.
Not able to stand another second, I picked her up like I’d had her before, and positioned my cock at her entrance.
Pausing only long enough to get her nod of approval, I thrust so hard inside that we both cried out.
She felt so perfect. Hot, smooth, silky and wet. Everything that I’d ever dreamed that she’d be.
This was the place where I wanted to be for the rest of my life—right there, in her arms, between her legs, cock filling her so full that we both found it hard to breathe.