Doctor's Delight(26)
But business first. Tamping down the little flame that flared some heat into his groin at just the sight of her in a flimsy nightgown with her luscious body enticingly peeking out at him, he maintained a cool professionalism. “Hello, Cherry.”
“What the hell are you doing here?” she practically yelled.
“We need to talk.”
“The hell we do.” Her agitated breathing made interesting things happen to the bodice of her nightgown. “Go away.”
“Not happening.” He looked her up and down, outside coolly contained, inside warming up. Damn, the woman was mouth-watering and she didn’t have a clue. Or did she?
Cherry hunched her shoulders, obviously trying to make her nightgown dip lower towards her knees, and her cheeks were flushed. Hmmm, interesting.
“Go away right now,” she hissed, “Or I’m calling the cops.”
“Fine. You can explain to them that I’m the man you paid to take your virginity the other night.”
Apple cheeks flushed and blue eyes flashed in mortification, but she stood her ground. “You’re trespassing.”
“Oh, I know I did more than trespass.” Moving forward languidly, Rick observed in private amusement as she retreated. “I invaded you totally.” Her eyes widened when she bumped against the wall, but she couldn’t bounce forward, not when he was right in front of her.
Bracing one hand on the wall above her, he leaned down to lazily scrutinize her face. Her breasts rose and fell with every uneven breath she took, the front of the lace nightgown brushing across his shirt.
He could just imagine what it would feel like if it were her pink nipples brushing across his bare skin. Just the thought was enough to make his nostrils flare and his eyes close, and his intake of breath sucked in the delicious scent of her, the faintness of soap and powder and flowery scent.
In response, his shaft started to harden. And something was happening inside him, an awareness of—
“Dr Reed.” Her voice trembled.
Rick opened his eyes and ensnared her gaze with his. “Rick.”
She swallowed. “Dr Reed, I want you to leave. Now.”
“No.”
Her pupils dilated slightly in alarm. “Please.”
“No.” He continued to gaze steadily at her. “We have things to talk about.”
“No, we don’t.”
“Yes, we do.”
“I have no intention—”
“You have several choices, Cherry. You can sit down and talk to me now, go and get dressed and then talk to me, or maybe we should just let our bodies do the talking.” Oops, he hadn’t meant that last part to slip out, but hell, it wasn’t so easy remaining cool and calm with her scent invading his senses, and her sweet curves so enticingly near him, not to mention the memories of those curves undulating against him…and under him.
Now Cherry looked panicked.
That didn’t do his ego much good, and to tell the truth, that intrigued him even more.
Taking pity on her, Rick placed his finger beneath her chin and titled her head back slightly. “Go and get dressed and we’ll talk. I’m putting on some coffee.” When those lush lips opened in surprise, he almost threw all caution to the wind to ravish her mouth with his, but he retained his control and straightened, taking a step away from her. “Go, Cherry. I’ll be waiting in the kitchen.”
Turning, he left her near the wall and went to the kitchen directly opposite. Crossing to the bench, he picked up the kettle and filled it with water. The whole time he could feel her gaze on him, but he ignored her. He’d just plugged in the kettle when he heard her curse. Grinning, he glanced over his shoulder to find her gone.
Searching through the cupboards, he found two mugs with pictures of cats on them, and the coffee. Placing them on the bench, he started for the fridge to get the milk, only to find his way barred by two tabbies. One was bigger than the other, and both were gazing up at him unblinkingly.
“Hi,” he said.
When neither did anything, he skirted around them to open the ‘fridge door. Immediately the big tabby stuck his head inside and looked around. The smaller tabby let loose a cry and twined around his ankles.
His parents had always had animals, so Rick knew exactly what they wanted. Picking up the carton of cat milk and a can of opened cat fish, he went back to the sink where the clean cat bowls sat in the draining board, dished out the food and milk, and placed the bowls on the floor next to the bowl of water. The big tabby ploughed into the food like he hadn’t eaten in weeks, but going by his slightly larger-than-should-be girth it was obvious he was far from starving. The smaller tabby ate delicately, giving several little ‘merps’ of pleasure.