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Yeah, she’d been right. No way in hell could she wear that in public.

He continued to stare at her, noting the tiny white skirt. If she bent over, it would show her ass and everything in between her glorious thighs.

She must have read his mind, because she dangled the stethoscope from her fingers as she watched him, then dropped it. “Uh-oh.” She turned around and deliberately took her time bending over to get it.

She wasn’t wearing panties.

Johnny could only handle so much.

He pressed up against her backside and kept a hand on her lower back. “Stay down,” he growled.

She chuckled, a sexy laugh from low in her throat, and he wanted to pant with pleasure. Instead, he did what he’d been wanting to from the very first. Time to show Lara how to handle one particular patient suffering from a bad case of unfulfilled desire.

Chapter 18

Okay, so she’d been dying to try on that naughty nurse outfit. She’d admit it—to herself. She’d always wanted to be sexy and bawdy instead of girl-next-door wholesome. Only with Johnny had she felt that she could let go of her inhibitions and be the sexual creature she was deep inside.

Only
with Johnny did she feel the need to show him all of herself, even the scandalous parts she wasn’t always comfortable with. Being with him tonight showed her so much more about him. He was a genuine person, a man she could—soon
would
if he kept being so damn charming—fall in love with.

He was so adorable, working hard to give her the perfect date night, which after her perfect fantasy, would have been tough to beat. Yet he’d produced all her favorites. Favorite meal, favorite candy, favorite movies. He had an inside source, no doubt Rena. But the fact that he took the trouble to learn what she liked and wanted to please her gave her warm fuzzies for the man all over again.

Seeing how his eyes glazed over, how he tensed and grew hard just looking at her in this getup, made her feel sexy and strong. Being with Johnny never degraded her. He empowered her.

And now, rubbing up against her while she remained bent over, he aroused her.

“Nurse Valley. I’m sick. Really, really sick.”

She stifled the urge to laugh and groaned instead when he palmed her ass. His big, callused hands felt rough and erotic. “What seems to be the problem, Mr. Devlin?”

He nudged her ankles to widen her stance, but when she tried to rise, he put a hand on her back to keep her down. She heard his zipper slide down, and her arousal grew. She felt wet and achy, empty. Her breasts tingled, and knowing he’d gone to a doctor to get checked out—for her—gave her the excuse to invite him inside. She was on birth control, and the timing worked out.

They could have sex, no condoms or stopping the moment. Johnny inside her, skin to skin.

She panted, waiting, but he only stood behind her, stroking her ass with his hot hand while keeping her down.

The bite of control threw her lust into overdrive.

“Come on, Mr. Devlin. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I’ve got a problem, nurse.” He moved closer to her and she felt him, sliding against her ass. That cock big and slick at the tip. He was aroused, wanting
her
. “I’m aching and swollen. In fact, I’m having a hard time breathing, and I’m hot.”

Was he. “Maybe you should take off your clothes and cool down.”

“Or maybe I need some medicine to cool down my fever.” He pulled back, and she straightened.

She turned around to see his pants down around his thighs, his erection thick and long. He pulled off his shirt as she watched, and the sight of his sexy upper body, those ropy muscles bunching as the light played over him was mesmerizing. The tattooed car on his arm seemed to beckon, inviting her to touch.

“You do look hot,” she agreed, not surprised to find herself breathless.

“You look hot too.” He stripped off his jeans and underwear, now totally naked. The light sprinkle of hair down his belly traveled to nest around his taut balls and cock. As he moved closer, she marveled at the sheer size of him.

“I might have a remedy for you,” she teased and started to untie her top.

Johnny stopped her and walked her backward, toward the bed. “Yeah, I think you do.” He kissed her, devouring her with hungry lips and a tongue that took what it wanted. He stroked in and out of her mouth while grinding against her belly, his desire enhancing her own.

He inserted a hand between them, cupping her breast, stroking her ribs, her hip, then sliding into the hot, wet arousal she couldn’t hide.

He groaned and deepened the kiss but didn’t penetrate with his finger. Instead he continued to play with her, getting close but not close enough to where she needed him. Johnny kissed his way to her ear and whispered, “I need healing, Nurse Valley. A release for the pent-up tension in me. Can you help?” He nibbled her earlobe, and she sank into him on a breathy moan, so far gone she had trouble thinking.

“Now about that medicine…” He kissed her neck, her shoulder, then trailed his mouth lower, between her breasts. He nuzzled there, and mixed with the lust, she felt a loving so deep it brought tears to her eyes.

Oh hell.
She couldn’t stop herself. She loved him.

Johnny pulled aside the material cupping her breasts and set his mouth over her nipple, drawing and teething the nub until she found herself begging for him.

“God. In me. Now, please.” She writhed against him, but he wouldn’t be rushed. Instead, he gently lowered her to the bed and followed her down.

“Not yet. I’m too feverish. I need to cool down.”

“I’m burning up,” she confessed and tried to draw him up to kiss him again. Johnny gave the best kisses, ones that took her to another plane of pleasure and reinforced the idea that with the right man, ecstasy would be waiting.

“So fuckin’ hot,” he agreed and kissed her other breast. He untied her top while he played with her, then bared her breasts fully and leaned back. “All mine,” he growled. “I don’t like to share.”

“Neither do I.” She yanked him down and kissed him, angry and frustrated and in love.

He refused to let her draw his cock into her and broke the kiss. “Naughty nurse.”

It soothed some of her pique that he sounded as out of control as she felt. But she couldn’t understand how he could wait. She was on fire to have him inside her.
Now.

“Johnny—”

He answered by kissing his way down her belly and gripping her thighs. She tensed in anticipation. He delivered, moving until he lay between her legs. He shoved the miniscule skirt up and stared down at her. “Oh yeah. Burning up, all right.” Then he kissed her there, right over her throbbing clit. He drew her into his mouth, moaning and gripping her thighs, spreading her wide for him.

Just when she thought she’d go insane and come with or without him inside her, he scooted up her body and thrust home. She cried out and came while he pumped, faster and harder, no finesse, no lingering. Johnny fucked her hard, kissing her while she clamped down on him. He felt so good she continued to seize, a rush of moisture urging him to slide deeper.

He broke from the kiss and watched her, his face a study of sexual agony as he finally thrust once more and stilled, jetting into her for the first time without anything between them.

Her orgasm had wrung her out, and she held him, feeling a tenderness, an affection, that wouldn’t go away. He stopped shuddering and withdrew, only to shove himself forward again and sag against her.

“I am
so
done. So incredibly fucking done in by you.” He kissed her ear, her shoulder, then her mouth with a lingering sense of possession. When he pulled back, they were both breathing hard. “God. I fucking love you.”

They stared at each other, he with satisfaction, she with a sense of growing panic and wonder.

But before she could ask just what
exactly
he meant by that, he withdrew, pulled her to her feet, and prodded her with him to the bathroom.

“Not to cut the moment short, but no wet spots on the bed, Lara.”

She narrowed her gaze on him. “Well, who made the mess, do you think?”

“Both of us, I’d say.” He looked way too pleased with himself as he stripped her out of her costume. “Next time, wear heels and a garter with this, would you?”

“Next time?”
God, I fucking love you too. But I mean mine from the heart. Was yours just a vow of great sex or the real deal?

“You know, for when I need healing from when I’m sick and swelling…down there.”

She glanced down at him, aware he’d pulled back, all lighthearted and joking Johnny again. “A bit of edema, hmm?” At his look, she smirked. “That’s
swelling
for you nonmedical types.”

He started the shower and tested it for heat. “Oh yeah. Cock edema. Is that the technical term?”

She snickered, despite wanting to call him on his love comment. “Right.”

He tugged her into the shower with him, hogging all the hot water. But when she would have protested, he switched positions with her and put her back to the rain of heat. Then he soaped her all over, his large, slick hands creating a new burn she was surprised to feel so soon after her explosive climax.

Finally clean, and now squirming under his touch, she let him maneuver her so they both felt some shower, with her back to the tiled wall, her side to the showerhead. He knelt between her legs, staring at the private center of her—enraptured, by the look of him.

“You are just pretty all over, aren’t you?” He kissed her clit, and lingered.

She put her hands in his hair, unable to stop herself from touching him.

He moaned and continued to tease her. “I can’t believe I’m still so hungry.” He licked her again before glancing up and winking. “Nurse Valley, I’m due for my second dose of medicine, aren’t I?”

“Yes,” she rasped, lost in him again.

Johnny made sure to take the full dose. And then some.

* * *

They spent the night making love. Fucking. Having hot then tender sex, and turning her world upside-down so many times she couldn’t think straight. Except for that one declaration of “fucking love,” he hadn’t mentioned it again. And she was too confused to call him on it.

Wrung out and trying to appear cool, calm, and collected, she sat with Johnny at her parents’ dining room table and saw her mother and father looking at her. Not just a casual glance, but the one that said, “What the hell are you up to?”

Wish I knew, guys.

“So, John,” her father said.

“No, Grandpa,” Kay corrected. “It’s John-ny. It’s on his birth certificate.”

Mark Valley raised a brow. “Is that right?”

“Yep. He told me.” Kay sounded smug.

Kristin glanced at her daughter and laughed. “You’re a lot more like your aunt than you realize.”

“Yeah? Because I think she takes after you more,” Lara said. “The bossy older sister.”

“I am bossy.” Kay nodded.

Johnny coughed to cover laughter, but she heard him all the same. “Sorry, Mr. Valley. But she’s right. I’m Johnny Walker Devlin.”

“Johnny Walker? Like the whiskey?”

“What can I say? Dad wanted me to have a bad-a—um, a tough-sounding name. And he likes bars.”

Her father laughed. “I like that. It’s catchy. And call me Mark.”

“And me Joy.” Her mother liked Johnny. So did her dad and the girls. Only Kristin continued to give him the stink eye, which he ignored. “I hear you like pink.”

“And unicorns.” Amelia nodded. “And righteous fangs.”

Kristin frowned. “What is she talking about?”

“Righteous fangs?” Joy repeated, her eyes wide.

Johnny looked pained.

Lara grinned. “What are you teaching my niece?”

“Not fangs. ’Stangs, as in Mustangs. We were talking about that pink car, remember?”

Amelia defended him before Lara could. “And he took us to the fairy show. Pretty Johnny is nice, Aunt Lara. You shouldn’t tease him.”

“Pretty Johnny?” Her father blinked.

Johnny pushed his plate aside and lowered his head to the table on a groan.

Everyone laughed, and even Kristin cracked a smile.

Lara grinned. “I really need to tell the guys at the garage about that. I’m surprised Rena hasn’t blabbed it yet.”

“Aunt Rena!” Amelia clapped. “I want a haircut.”

“Yes, when is Rena coming around again? I miss that girl.” Joy put more hot dogs on Johnny’s plate, and he didn’t complain.

Her man had a huge appetite, one he’d more than earned after last night—which had totally worn her out. She yawned.

“Tired, sis? Had a long night, did we?” Kristin taunted.

“Oh yeah.” Johnny grinned, and Lara swore if he said something inappropriate in front of her family, she’d brain him with a hot dog roll. “We had a double feature.
Creature from the Black Lagoon
and
The Wolf Man
.”

“The originals, not the remakes?” her father asked. “I love those films.”

“Must be where Lara gets it then.” Johnny smiled. “Ever seen
The Man with the X-Ray Eyes
?”

Her father nodded. “A classic. You know, they have a theater that shows old horror movies on the cheap on Wednesday nights.”

“When they’re not showing fairy films,” Kristin said drily. “Where do you think Johnny and Lara took the girls last week?”

“Oh, right.” Mark chewed his food before asking Johnny, “So how long have you and my daughter been dating?”

The table grew silent, and Lara’s nieces stared from her to Johnny with wide eyes.

“I told you so,” Amelia said in a loud whisper.

“Well, I guess it’s been a few weeks. But I’ve known Lara for years.”

“Is that so?” Kristin had a militant look on her face. Shocking, but it seemed like she wanted to take her big-sister responsibility seriously.

Lara sighed. “Kristin, don’t be a pain.”

Johnny put his hand over hers on the table, in front of everyone. Silly to be infatuated with that action, considering she’d brought him to lunch and introduced him as her special friend.

“Yeah, that’s so.” Johnny smiled, and Lara saw the effect of his appeal on her family. Hell, even her dad leaned toward the man. “I had a crush on her forever, but Lara doesn’t date guys from Ray’s.”