Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 37197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
“Well, here we are,” he says.
“Here we are.”
Hunter bounces his keys in the palm of his hand but seems reluctant to leave. I don’t want him to go either because once he climbs into his truck, I have no idea when or if I’ll ever see him again. I know I shouldn’t want to. There are ten thousand reasons I should just let this go. But my heart isn’t listening. Knowing this might be the last time I’m ever in Hunter’s presence fills my heart with a sharp pain that burns like acid.
Hunter is large, and he looms over me. More than a foot taller and with his brawny, hulking body, it only heightens my sense of being a fragile little girl next to him. It’s surprisingly a feeling I like. The thought of him being able to pick me up, his large form enveloping me thoroughly, makes my heart beat harder and makes the fire between my thighs burn hotter.
“Thank you for taking such good care of me,” he says.
“Hey, just doing my job,” I reply with a smile.
Hunter looks down at me, and I can feel the heat of his dark eyes on my skin. A quiver runs through my intimate parts and my panties are soaked through. With his smoldering gaze on me, I feel like I’m in a trance. And before I can break free of it, Hunter steps forward and pushes me against the side of his truck before he leans down and kisses me. I’m so stunned for a moment that I can’t move, but then the warmth flowing through my pussy spreads through the rest of my body. My lips part, allowing him to slide his tongue into my mouth.
Wrapping my arms around his waist, I lean into Hunter’s kiss, savoring the velvety feel of his tongue swirling around mine. He swallows the low groan that passes my lips, and I feel weightless. My heart thunders against the inside of my chest, and my head swims. I savor the feeling of his tongue and the light hint of mint on his breath as I lose myself in his kiss.
Slowly and reluctantly, we pull back and I find myself looking up into his dark eyes, my core pulsating as hard as my heart. All at once, reality comes crashing down on me again, and I realize what I’ve just done. I’ve never kissed a patient before. Never thought about kissing a patient before. I don’t even know how many ethical codes, let alone hospital policies, I’ve broken just now. If anybody saw what I just did…
My eyes wide and my lips trembling, I shake my head. “I… I’m sorry. I didn’t—”
Panic surging through my veins, before Hunter can respond, I turn and sprint back to the hospital, abandoning the chair just inside the front doors. Curious looks and murmurs from patients and staff alike chase me down the corridor. They nip at my heels all the way into one of the staff restrooms where I bang into one of the stalls, drop onto one of the toilet seats, and lean the back of my head against the cool tile behind me.
Though mortified, a smile crosses my lips, and I quickly cover my mouth with my hands. I close my eyes and revel in the lingering sensations of Hunter’s lips on mine. Biting my bottom lip, I let myself experience it all over again, feeling his body pressed to mine, his tongue in my mouth, and his large, rough hands on my body. I shudder and can’t keep the smile off my face, shaky though it might be. Electric tingles run up and down my body and my panties are soaked through completely as I recall everything I can about that kiss. The most amazing kiss of my life.
As the memory washes over me, it brings with it a profound sadness knowing that will probably be the only time I experience that with Hunter. As sad as it makes me, though, I can’t deny that having been able to enjoy a kiss with him, if only once, makes my heart flutter with joy. It’s something I never thought I’d get to enjoy.
“One thing off my bucket list,” I say quietly to myself as I laugh softly.
7
HUNTER
I’ve been home from the hospital for two days now, and I’m going out of my fucking mind. I’m climbing the walls. I’ve cleaned my entire place—twice. I’ve rearranged my pantry and spice cabinet—twice. And I’m giving serious thought to repainting my entire house.
If I don’t get medically cleared to return to duty soon—and they’re telling me it’s going to be a few days yet—I’m afraid of what other home improvement project I’m going to find to keep me occupied. Or I might just fucking explode. Which way I go is seriously a goddamn toss-up at this point.