went straight to his groin.
Yes, yes, yes. This was what he needed. A place to feel good, to feel like a successful, virile man again instead of a home-wrecking boy. A place to forget.
He pulled away from the softness of her mouth to explore the delights of her neck. ‘I missed you,’ he murmured against the pulse fluttering in her throat.
Because he had. Thoughts of her had been his constant companion while he’d been away. Had often been his only relief from what had been a tense and stilted time.
His hands left her hair, travelled to her hips, gripping them hard as he lifted her onto the narrow edge of the sink, stepped between her legs, forcing them apart, grinding his monster erection against the place where he knew it fitted perfectly.
Mia gasped as her hips responded to the blatant invitation. She wanted him inside her so badly she could practically feel his hardness stretching her.
Here on the sink. In the on-call room. With the bustle of an entire emergency department just outside the door.
This was madness!
‘Luca, stop, no, please, stop.’
She pushed at his shoulders as his tongue laved a wet track from her ear to her collarbone. Her heart pounded in her ears and for an insane moment she thought it was someone pounding against the door. ‘We really need to stop this.’
Luca pulled away, his chest heaving. ‘If you want me to stop, I’ll stop.’ His breath sawed in and out of his chest as he stared into blue eyes that were hazy with lust. He pulled her in tight to his hips. ‘But I don’t think you really want me to.’
Mia’s head was spinning, her chest was bursting, her belly was clenched in a tight knot. Common sense warred with primal craving. He rotated his hips against hers and she bit down a moan.
To hell with it. She wanted it, needed it—needed him—too much to deny it.
‘This is it, Luca. After this, there is no more.’
The words were barely out before Luca was whispering, ‘Done,’ and reclaiming her mouth.
Mia welcomed the sweep of his tongue and the triumphant noise at the back of his throat when she opened to his long, deep, hot kiss. She especially welcomed his harsh intake of breath as her hands found his zipper and tugged it down.
‘Wrap your legs around me,’ he murmured, scooping her hips off the edge and grasping her buttocks firmly in his hands as he hauled her off the sink and headed for one of the rooms. Her ankles locked around his waist and he almost stumbled as her hands continued their quest to get behind his zip while her tongue flicked at the pulse thudding at the base of his throat.
He kicked the door shut behind them and tumbled them onto the couch her legs wide, her knees bent, his hips perfectly aligned with hers. His shirt was off in five seconds. Hers followed closely after.
And then a pager beeped.
Mia froze. Luca cursed in his mother tongue.
They both lay there for a few seconds, not moving, their frantic breath and the trilling of a pager the only sound in the room.
Mia pushed against Luca’s shoulders. ‘Let me up,’ she requested, hating how husky her voice sounded.
Luca pushed off her, sitting back on the couch, his chest naked, his fly gaping open. He raked a hand through his hair while Mia ripped the pager off her waistband and read the liquid crystal display. ‘Chopper retrieval,’ she relayed. ‘MVA near the Blue Mountains.’
She swung herself into a sitting position, her scrambled thoughts sluggish as she tried to switch into medical mode. Luca handed over her shirt and she looked at it absently for a moment before realising she was sitting there in her bra and a pair of jeans.
Too close to Luca for comfort, she stood and fixed her clothing. She straightened her shoulders, pulled her hair back, cleared her throat. She headed for the door and paused with her hand on the knob. ‘I’d better go.’
Luca watched her from the sofa. ‘This isn’t over, Mia.’
Mia knew they couldn’t keep doing this. Whatever the two of them were doing had overstepped both their boundaries and all this sexual gratification was doing was prolonging the inevitable. If they’d been meant to be together one last time, they wouldn’t have been interrupted.
The pager was a sign from the universe.
‘Yes, it is,’ she said without looking back, and then swept from the room.
Luca watched her disappear and knew in his bones that