You'll Think of Me (10 page)

Feeling his scruffy facial hair graze her neck, his fingers danced along the lace band of her panties. The air swirled in a cloud of dark forbidden passion that spoke of hot, steaming sex. The bar was humid and the grinding they were doing wasn’t helping her. She was hot and turning into an inferno while his hands and body manipulated hers.

As if he sensed her legs were about to give out, he lifted her closer to him, then twisted her hips around and brought her right back to where she apparently belonged—front to front and up against his dick.

Olivia came face to face with a rock hard chest covered in a navy blue shirt. His hands never left her waist as he shoved his leg between her bare ones and pushed against her wet sex, slowly beginning a dirty dance with her. She moaned in the back of her throat, her eyes closing on their own accord. He palmed her ass with one large hand while he placed his other hand at the back of her head, holding her closer to him. The man had skill. He had her boxed in with his arms and body. Olivia wasn’t sure if he knew the power he held over her in that instant, but it was hot as hell.

Before she had a chance to see whose arms she was wrapped in, the scent of spicy sandalwood assaulted her senses. Olivia licked her lips and cracked her eyes open to get a peek at who she had such sexual chemistry with. She looked up to a square jaw covered in stubble. His lips, firm and full that deserved to be sucked on frequently. She locked onto a pair of brown eyes that looked vaguely familiar, flecks of gold swimming in them. They tempted her, lured her in. They were framed by the fullest set of black lashes she’d ever seen on a man. And then he lifted one side of his mouth into a curve and grinned at her, giving her one of the sexiest half-smiles she’d ever seen.

And that’s when it hit her.

Shock. Ice cold shock and recognition raced through her body.

Olivia froze. Her mouth dropped open at the same time her arms fell away. She could not believe she was staring back at the eyes of her patient from this past week. He stood there, holding her tight, with a smug look on his handsome face. She placed her hands flat against Nathaniel’s chest to push him away, but he didn't budge. He just held her tighter with his stupid smile that seemed to grow at her agitation.

“Move,” Olivia ordered. She wasn't playing games. This was her patient for fuck’s sake.

“Nope.” He barely moved his lips.

Olivia huffed loudly, her nostrils flaring in frustration. She pushed hard and was finally able to move him back.

She quickly turned around to walk away, well tried at least. Nathaniel reached out and grabbed her wrist, spinning her back to him gracefully like a practiced dance move. Olivia fell into his chest with a thump.

“Stop, Mr. Alexander. This can't be happening between us. You're my patient,” Olivia said between her teeth.

He pondered for a second then said in a deep voice, “First, it’s Nate. I’ve told you this already. And second, technically I'm Dr. Thatcher's patient. I just saw you since he was out of town, right? And how lucky was I?” He finished, cocking his head to the side with a grin. She smelled the beer on his breath and could see the wicked gleam that stirred in his eyes.

“Doesn't matter. You were still in my office.”

The band played a new song and Nate took it as an invitation. He slid his arm around her lower back and pulled her closer, picking up where they left off. Olivia tried to move but when she did, her body rubbed up against his and she groaned. He felt so good. Too good. It wasn't helping that Nate's muscled thigh was wedged between hers. Nate pushed harder into her, causing Olivia to give a throaty moan loud enough for him to notice this time.

“Stop,” she whimpered breathlessly.

Nate dropped his head to the curve of her neck. “No. I don’t think you want me to stop,” he drawled lazily.

“You have to. You're my patient.”

“Then I'll get another doctor.”

Nate was relentless. He was using his calloused hands to rub along the sides of her waist. She was crossing the line here, she knew it, but goddammit he felt so good that she didn’t want him to stop.

“No, Dr. Thatcher is the best.”

But her body wasn't listening to her brain. She stood on her toes and reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck. Nate moved in and pressed open mouthed kisses up her neck and nibbled along her jaw, his tongue dancing along her neck. Olivia leaned her head to the side to grant Nathaniel more access when she should have pushed him away. There was something so alluring about him that she couldn’t bring herself to do so. So when she moved her head, he moved toward her mouth.

Nate hovered for a moment, his breath hot and heavy against her. She looked up through heavy lids and peered into his eyes. Olivia had a feeling he was waiting for an answer, an invitation to proceed. Her lips parted, a breath escaping them as her tongue slid out to wet her lips. Nathaniel’s eyes traveled to her mouth and she could feel his chest moving up and down as he breathed. His eyes darkened as he tried to make a choice. Olivia hadn’t moved an inch from his grasp. She only held him tighter and that seemed to make the decision for him.

His tongue slipped out and skated across her lips, closing the space between them. Lightly at first to test the waters, then grazing and nipping back and forth to see how much she’d allow. Unable to conceal the tingling sensation traveling up her spine, she let out a husky sigh. This wasn’t what she had expected from him. She expected rough, raw and dirty. Her body was simmering, hot with desire. Parting her lips, Nate’s tongue to dip in, touching the roof of her mouth and enticing her further. Olivia tried to ignore the fire building, but couldn’t. His moves were seductive and her body responded to them.

He deepened their kiss, crushing her to him. His strong arms held her closer while thick strokes of his tongue delved in and out at the same time his hips moved against hers. His short facial hairs scraping near her mouth only heightened the intensity of the kiss. She relaxed into him fully, losing herself to his skillful mouth. She hadn’t been kissed like that in ages, and it felt good.

Nate and Olivia were panting for air once they broke apart, both of their lips swollen and eyes glossy.

Between the lines they just skipped across and the feeling of desire streaming inside of her, Olivia knew she was screwed, blued and tattooed.

T
ap, Tap, Tap

Olivia opened the door to the next exam room and her mouth nearly dropped.

“Why are you here? I made sure you were scheduled with Dr. Thatcher…” Olivia said flipping the chart papers frantically to double check her orders.

“No hi or hello? Or how am I doing?” He questioned with a smirk that made her heart skip a beat. Nate raked his eyes over her, starting from her head and making his way down over her voluptuous hips. Her body awakened from his intense gaze and she cursed herself for feeling it.

Olivia needed to tread carefully. Very carefully.

“Fine,” he retorted. “I was scheduled with him, but I called saying the medication wasn’t working and needed to come back in. When the receptionist made the appointment, I asked if I could see you instead since we hit it off so well,” he winked. “She said it was no problem at all. So here I am.”

A cocky smile graced his face. This had to be a dream, and maybe not entirely a good one. Sighing, she pushed a strand of hair from her face.

“Well, that was a mistake, Mr. Alexan—”

“Nate.”

Olivia stared pointedly at him and took a breath, trying to keep her irritation in check.

“Mr.—”

“I said, Nate,” he reminded her in a deep, authoritative voice. He popped off the exam table and took a step toward her. The room suddenly felt very small as she backed up and hit the closed door.

“Nate, please sit down and we’ll discuss why you’re here,” Olivia said as calmly, trying to hide the nervousness in her. She’d never been in a situation like this before. Just from the two times she had been in Nate’s presence, he hadn’t taken the word ‘no’ very well. Nate’s presence was strong, and she had found herself bending and agreeing both times.

It’s in the eyes
, she thought. It had to be. Those sexy damn eyes were draped by his silky kohl lashes. They were a striking yellowish-brown color that reminded her of a lion, slowly calculating when to pounce and mark his claim.

“Nate, please sit back down and we’ll discuss why you’re here, and two weeks early at that,” Olivia requested again, but this time it came out in a throaty whisper. She threw a hand up in the air in an effort to stop him. He had taken three steps and was standing directly in front of her now. She craned her neck to look up at him and her brows angled toward each other, pleading her request.

“No,” he defied. “You know, I’ve been thinking of you since I last saw you. You took off that night before I had a chance to get your number.”

“I had a friend in town visiting. We’d been out for hours and wanted to go home.”

A fine mixture of insult and challenge clouded Nate’s eyes. “Feisty little thing aren’t you,” he drawled quietly. “I’d like to see you again. I want to take you out to dinner.”

Huffing loudly, Olivia shook her head and blinked her eyes, shutting them longer than usual. How many times had she said no?

“That’s not a good idea. I’m sorry but it’s just not going to happen.”

“Oh, I think it’s a great idea, actually,” he countered, leaning over her. There was something very appealing about Nate that she found hard to resist.

“See,” he drew closer. “I think it’s a perfect idea. We do drinks and dinner, or whatever you’d like. I’m pretty laid back. I just want to see you.”

Olivia was rendered speechless. She couldn’t find her voice with him standing so close to her.
Think. Think. Think.

“Nate,” she said softly, but he placed his index finger on her lips to quiet her.

“Shhh, just say yes.”

Olivia shook her head. Her heart was racing a mile a minute and she could feel little beads of sweat forming on the back of her neck. Between the closeness of Nate, his cologne that was pouring off of him and his alluring eyes, Olivia was a wreck. Not to mention that someone could walk in at any given moment and see the predicament she was in.

Nate glided his finger back and forth over her bottom lip, never losing eye contact. His finger was warm to the touch. Inch by inch, he drew closer until she could smell his cinnamon breath.
Figures
, she thought. He’s hot as sin and tastes like the devil. He angled his head slightly to the right and inhaled, breathing her in as his eyes drifted shut. Olivia released a heavy breath and a moment later he opened his eyes.

Shit. She knew what those eyes said.

Enunciating each word, he demanded, “What. Do. You. Say? Hmm?”

Panic started to set in, pushing out any thrill she felt earlier. In her haste to get him to back off, she agreed.

“Okay,” she breathed against his finger that was still pressed on her lips.

A wicked grin slowly crept across Nate’s face, and all she could think of was the proverbial cat eating the canary. Speckles of triumph danced in his eyes. Before Olivia could react, Nate leaned in quickly and snagged a kiss. He grabbed her nape, crushing her lips to his then pulled away.

“Are you fucking crazy?!”

“I’m sorry, but I had to,” Nate spoke up before she could even blink.

Flustered, Olivia tried to regain her composure. “You need to leave now. I have patients that actually need me.”

“I need you.”

“No you don’t. What could you possibly need from me?”

Nate deadpanned. “Liv.”

“What?” she snapped.

“I need your number to call you for our date,” he stated in an obvious tone.

Olivia bit her tongue and took out her prescription pad. Tearing a sheet in half, she wrote her phone number on the back and handed it to him.

A shit-eating grin tipped the sides of his mouth as if he’d just won the battle and war. “Thanks, Doc. Now don’t try and ignore my calls, or else I’ll have to come back here.” He winked at her then stepped back.

Olivia sighed loudly. She threw the pad on the exam table and crossed her arms, frustrated that she let her guard down. Her eyes were sharp as knives as they locked with his and didn’t move. She was fuming and he needed to see it.