AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Shirt off, lie down, and let me work,” I instruct, trying my hardest not to look at him as he strips his shirt off and lies down on the table in front of me. But, shit, I can’t help it. He’s covered in tattoos and has abs for days, and I really should not be noticing how hot my patient is right now.
Forcing myself into action, I grab supplies and start cleaning up the dried blood around the wound, giving myself better access to the gash itself. It’s deep but luckily has missed any vital organs, and after a few stitches and monitoring, he’ll be just fine. Kellan’s abs tense, and he hisses through clenched teeth as I begin stitching.
Poking the needle through to make the first suture, I tell him, “If you can’t keep quiet and hold still, I’ll find something for you to bite down on.”
Kellan chuckles, and I glare up at him in disapproval before continuing my work.
“I don’t have any belts or leather paddles here to put between my teeth, I’m afraid,” he says, an edge of pain and mischief to his dark tone. “But if you take off your panties, I’m sure they’ll work just as well.”
I flush so hard I’m sure I’m bright red, and the next stitch I make is far less gentle than the last. I fight to drown him out as I close up the stitches and wrap the wound in gauze and bandages to protect it. The whole time, I can feelhis eyes on me, my body all too aware of his attention.
“All done,” I say, but my voice comes out all breathy and tense. When I set my tools down and snap off the gloves, my hands are shaking.
I gasp as a hand wraps around my wrist, tugging me back towards the man sitting upright on the table. His blue eyes are dark and hungry as he stares at me and growls, “But I’m nowhere near done with you.”
3
KELLAN
My little doctor looks like she’s caught in a snare, her eyes wide and her pink lips parted as she makes a little squeaking noise that has my cock paying attention. As if it wasn’t already.
Having her hands on me, even though she was stabbing me with a fucking needle, was torturous. I knew I had to hold still, but all I wanted to do was grab her and yank her down on top of me, to claim her the way every ounce of my body is demanding I do.
“What…?” she tries to say, but the word is a mere whisper, and I can see her pulse thrumming wildly in her throat.
“I said I’m not done with you,” I repeat, emphasizing every word. I tug on her wrist, loosely enough that she could pull away if she wanted because despite how badly I want her right now, I’m not the kind of man to force a girl to do something she doesn't want to do. I’m not a good man, but I’m not a fucking monster.
But she doesn’t pull away. She lets me tug her forward, her knees hitting the edge of the foldable table I’m laid out on. My other hand cups the back of her neck, fingers winding through herdisheveled hairstyle. She gasps as I pull her hair slightly, color flushing her cheeks and neck. Those stupid fucking scrubs are hiding her body from me, and I need to tear them off.
“Such a good little doctor,” I praise, testing the waters. Defiance sparks in her eyes even as her body sways towards me.
“I haven’t been top of my class and trained for ten years to be reduced to agood little doctor,” she sasses, fire in her voice.
I chuckle darkly, loving the way she doesn’t back down. “You’re right,” I agree, leaning closer so our noses brush and I share her air. “You’re fucking incredible. Like a goddamn goddess with my blood on your hands, putting me back together. Smart and strong and sexy as fuck.”
I mean every word, but it’s clear she’s shocked.
“Kellan…”
I grin, wanting to see how she reacts when I show her just how dirty my mouth can be. “I’m still feeling unwell, Doctor,” I tease, my voice so low it’s barely a whisper against her mouth. I don’t kiss her, but the anticipation between us is scalding hot. “I think I need CPR. Or some mouth-to-mouth. You wouldn’t let your patient suffer needlessly, would you?”
Something between a whimper and a gasp slips past her lips, and then she slams her mouth against mine. She isn’t cautious or nervous, no, she kisses me like she’s the one dying and I’m the air she needs.
I groan against her, her lips so fucking soft and sweet.
I grab her hands, sliding her palms over my stomach and up my chest to rest them over my heart. “Save me, Blondie,” I growl against her, grabbing her waist and pulling her on top of mewhile I fall backward. Her hands press down above my heart, which beats just for her in this moment.
I drag her down on top of me, and she straddles me, careful not to knock the wound she just stitched up. It aches but I don’t give a single fuck. My cock is so hard that she could probably stab me with that needle all over again and I wouldn’t even notice.
The need I feel for her overrides anything else.
I grind against her as her core settles over my length, the layers of clothing between us are unacceptable. Any other time, I’d have her against a wall, ripping off those damn scrubs and exposing all of her to me, but with the stab wound so fresh, I hesitate to sit up too fast and rip out the work she just did. So, instead, I break the kiss, reach over to the first aid kit set out on the table beside us, and grab the scissors.
Kacie gasps as I run the blades right up the center of her shirt, cutting it right in half. It falls down her arms and she shrugs it off, the shell-shocked look in her eyes darkening to lust as her breathing catches in her chest. Holding her eyes, I make a cut at the front of her pants, then toss the scissors away and rip them the rest of the way, the fabric pooling around her knees and giving me just the access I need.
The pale blue lace of her bra strains around her breasts as she breathes heavily, offering me the barest tease of her dark pink, peaked nipple beneath. My mouth fucking waters at the sight.
“Are you wet for me, Blondie?” I ask, teetering on the edge of my self-control.
