One More Time - Louisa George Page 0,20

again. So close. A breath away.

Okay, the guy was a mind-reader. He was right, she did want more. More of him. More kissing. More lovemaking.

But that would get her damned to hell. ‘No. I don’t. Want. More.’

‘Sure you do. Every part of you tells me so.’ His hands fisted in her hair and he pulled her to him. For a second he stared at her with questions running through his eyes. He looked as confused as she felt. Weirded out by the wild rush of pure feral need.

But then his focus cleared and his mouth was pressing hard against hers. His tongue stroked her lips apart then dipped into her mouth, filling her with an ache, a heat that she’d never imagined was possible, and now never wanted to lose.

As he ground her against the desk she grasped his shoulders, rocked against him. Knowing that at any instant someone could barge into the office and Find them. Knowing this was every kind of wrong. And dumb. And too risky.

But knowing that made her want him even more. It was like an illicit secret addiction that she had to feed. Each glance, each touch, stoked a need for the next fix. She moaned against him as he dragged her top up and palmed her breast through her bra.

She sighed with delight as he parted her legs and fitted his body between them. Through the thin fabric of her scrubs she felt the length of him, hot and hard. Scraping her nails down his back, she sat on the edge of the desk and wriggled against him.

His hot, wet mouth made her clamour for more kisses, his touch fired every nerve ending, every cell in her body into a frenzy of intensity. Putting all doubts aside, she writhed against him, and he ground back harder and faster. She heard gasps and moans, realising, with a shock, they came from her throat as he licked it.

And then, when she thought he just had to be inside her, somehow, condom or no condom, a release she wasn’t expecting shuddered through her. He gripped her more tightly as she rubbed and rocked against his erection. Stilled as she let go. Finally let go. All the emotion and frustration and confusion, all the avoiding what was so totally obvious—that she wanted him with a passion that almost scared her—knotted into a tight, sharp fierce ball and exploded into a million pieces.

He held her gently and kissed her with tenderness as she came down from her high, smiled into her hair as she found her senses again. Stroked her head against his chest as she steadied her breathing.

Who the hell was this man who could satisfy her with just a touch?

Too soon he pulled away. Left her in her office, her mind a blur, her scrubs dishevelled and creased, the smell of him everywhere.

As he reached the door he turned and pierced her with a steely look. ‘You do want more, Gabby. You just have to decide how much.’

5

‘How are the first few weeks going? Settled in okay?’ Rachel, the senior staff nurse, put her glass of wine onto the pub table and squeezed into the empty seat between Gabby and Andrea, the ward clerk. Somehow, they’d all convinced Gabby that the weekly ward night out at The Shed would help break the ice with the team.

And, secretly, she surmised, they’d try to find out what made her tick, where her soft centre was.

Which was why she was sticking to lemonade. She was all out of showing people her soft centre, especially people like Max. She’d shown him way more than she’d planned. Those mojitos had been the beginning of the ruin of her.

But having people to laugh and joke with without endlessly feeling she was being judged was like a breath of well-needed fresh Auckland air.

‘If you mean have I managed to unpack yet, then no. There never seems to be enough time between shifts. Roll on my next day off.’ When she’d probably still not be able to manage the gargantuan task of putting those heart-twisting boxes away. ‘But I love the new place. The flatmates are great. And the job is everything I hoped it would be.’

‘Great, yeah? There’s a good vibe on that ward. Even better how you’re there.’

‘Thanks.’ Heat rushed to Gabby’s cheeks. Since that mind-blowing orgasm she’d barely been able to look at her desk without sinful thoughts. Which had had a seriously detrimental effect on her organisational management.

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