change.
The awareness had me pause mid-step as I made my way toward OR 3.
Fear crept through my limbs, familiar and unwelcomed. I pushed my shoulders back and narrowed my focus. It was go time. The person on that table needed me to be the surgeon I’d trained to be and would get nothing less.
“You’ll have to take your shirt off,” I said to Jack, who stood at the foot of the machine. “If you don’t mind.”
He gave me a sexy, crooked smile, the scar above his lip highlighted by the lighting of the room. “I was kind of hoping you would be the one to do that.”
I took a confident step toward him and gripped the hem of his shirt. “You were, huh?”
“Except in my scenario, we weren’t in a cold, sterile room. This isn’t exactly what I had in mind when I said ladies choice tonight. Dinner,” he said as I brushed my lips against his, “dancing,” he continued as I kissed him again. “A movie, maybe? You know, something standard.”
“It’s what I want,” I said, leaning in to place one last kiss on his scar. He stood, expectant, a challenge in his eyes as I lifted his shirt and studied the wall of solid muscle that stood before me. He was sculpted to perfection. Jack’s chest and torso were ripped with muscle, solid pecs, an eight pack, and even the pebbled muscle that stretched from under his ribcage and trailed around to his back. He’d worked hard for that body, and I had no intentions of not appreciating it. I didn’t even hesitate as I leaned in and kissed his chest where his heart lay. I heard him inhale as he wrapped his fists in my hair in an attempt to gently pull me away. I didn’t let him deter me as I soaked up his skin, moving with precision as my hands explored him. I trailed my mouth along his chest before I covered one of his nipples and flicked my tongue.
“Rose,” Jack whispered as both a prayer and a curse.
I moved my tongue along the middle of his chest, sucking and licking up to the hollow of his neck before I went in again, tasting him with greed, letting my hands roam where they wanted. His hands twisted firmly in my hair as he pulled me back to meet his eyes, which were filled with fire. Arousal soaking every inch of me, I turned my head and sank my teeth into his defined bicep as he cradled me.
“Fuck,” Jack whispered.
I took a step back and pulled my shirt over my head, revealing my heaving chest and tight nipples. Jack bit his lip and jerked me to him, our mouths met needier than ever. Tongues thrashing, his groan matched the need of my moan as we collided and teased with the same hunger.
He drew back as his hand moved up my stomach to cup my breast. I pushed into his hand in want.
“Yes,” I encouraged, needing him more than I’d needed anything in a very long time.
I closed my eyes, leaning into his touch as his calloused hands roamed over my skin. His mouth devoured my nipple through the silky material. In protest of wanting nothing between us, I pulled down the cup, greedy for contact, and cried out as he took my peaked nipple between his lips.
Ecstasy coursed through me from that simple contact, and I didn’t realize I was being lifted until I heard the door shut behind us and was laid onto the couch in the adjacent waiting room.
He hovered above me, his eyes filled with lust as his tongue roved over my chest and neck. I opened my legs, and he sank down on top of me. My mind did a mental ‘click’ at that moment at the way we fit. This time, there was grinding between the both of us. I gasped his name over and over. I needed him more than my next breath, and he had to be the one to free me.
“Jack, please,” I said as a single tear emerged and fell down my cheek. Jack lapped it up with his tongue as he hovered, patiently waiting for me to acknowledge him. I opened my eyes to see both heat and concern.
“I need you so much.”
“Okay,” he said as he leaned in and drew my lips in a slow, passion-filled kiss. He twisted his body to the side of me on the couch as he cradled my neck with