against them, saying in a deep, low voice, “Stay.”
“True Romance or Kill Bill?” I whisper.
Smiling, he looks at me, the frown disappearing quickly. “True Romance.”
“Good choice.”
He chuckles. “You’re… I don’t know. You make me laugh, Annie.”
“Oh yeah? Well, you make me very warm in places other people only wish they could see.”
His eyes dance. “If only they knew.”
“Knew what?”
“That you’re magic.”
My heart explodes and I sit back. “Do you really think that?”
“Yeah. I do.” His eyes change and my body responds to his look. “Freckles... go see if anyone’s coming.” He releases his hold on me. I head to the door, growing excited, before he says, “They haven’t been here in awhile so that two hour check-in is probably coming any minute. We could just wait for…” He glances to the board. “Josephine.”
I stop and glance over, too, and see the scrawled name – Josephine Miller – in blue. Weighing my options and thinking of all potential covert scenarios, I walk back and sit down on the edge of the bed, close to, but not touching him. “Let’s wait for her. I’ll sit right here and you can try to keep your hands off me. Let’s see how you do.”
His eyebrows playfully rise and he gives me a sideways smirk. “You don’t think I have self-control?”
“Let’s see,” I shrug, smiling mischievously, swinging one foot and staring at him.
That sexy bottom lip of his juts out to tell me he’s biting the inside of his mouth. He settles back, but he’s not fooling anyone. His muscles are rock hard and he looks like he’s going to pounce on me. I glance down and see his blanket is tented, his erection giving him away.
His eyes travel slowly and deliberately down my blouse, looking through my clothes, and instantly I feel my body opening for him and growing very, very moist. My blood pounds as his fiery gaze hesitates below the belt of my pants, staying there like he can see through my clothes. His eyes rise and meet mine and at the same exact time, we both look to the door, impatiently.
We break into laughter.
“Go tell her not to come in.”
“I can’t do that! Can you imagine?”
He works to control a smile and cocks his head to the door. “Do it. Go tell her.”
“Oh my God. Am I really doing this? I am. I am really doing this.” I stand, but stop and turn to look down at the popped up blanket. I lean over and touch him through it, rubbing until he groans.
In a voice that melts my panties into oblivion, he growls, "Hurry."
Taking a deep breath, I walk out to find the nurse. As luck would have it, one is approaching the room, wearing pale yellow scrubs and holding a stack of thin blankets. “Excuse me. Are you Josephine Miller?”
Used to people knowing her name since they write them in every room they're assigned to, her pale features register only an inkling of surprise before it vanishes. “Yes?”
I glance back to the door, hesitating. “Could you not come back for a little while?”
Her eyebrows come together. “I’m sorry?”
“Brendan is a Buddhist and he needs to do some chanting and meditation... to heal. So, could you give him like, twenty minutes?”
Her arms fall slightly and she has that powerless expression everyone gets when you confront them with the freedom of religion. “Oh, sure. Of course. Twenty minutes?” She looks at her watch.
"That should do it, yep. Thanks so much,” I smile, turning to open the door again.
Inside, he watches me close the door. “That was fast.”
“She’s giving us twenty minutes.”
He scoffs. “Give me a break. I can go longer than that.”
Shoving the chair against the door as a deterrent-barrier, I turn and smile. "I have no doubt." I slide my blouse off and toss it on the chair, quickly unsnapping my flesh-colored bra, throwing that too. I walk to stand a tantalizing distance out of his reach. I pick up my breasts from the outsides and bring them together to let them fall freely, perky nipples hardening under his hungry gaze.
“Now your shoes,” he says, his voice husky.
I kick them off, one at a time, wiggling my toes.
He doesn’t smile. “Now your pants.”
The hot feeling in my panties lets me know I’ve just begun to gush. I slip my fingers into the waist of my black slacks and run them along until they meet in front of my belly button on the belt. With my eyes locked on him, my lips