Page 291 of The Doctors Will See You Now

It was like I was fifteen all over again and experiencing my first real hookup in the back of Jimmy Velvet’s old pickup truck. Jesus Christ.

“Good morning,” the perpetrator himself greeted me. I glanced up slowly, as if working my way through a murky pond, to find him standing in the doorway and fully dressed in a white, buttoned-up collared shirt and gray slacks.

His deep, baritone voice, his eyes, him, all of it brought a flood of memories back into my brain. The way we’d danced together at the party. How good it’d felt to be in his arms. The terrifying things it’d made me feel and think. The way I’d internally freaked the fuck out and left him on the dance floor. Yeah, it was safe to say, last night had been a bit of an emotional conundrum for me.

But it’d also been amazing, too.

Fucking hell, I’d be a liar if I didn’t admit that I was secretly thankful Scott had followed me after I’d abruptly left the party.

What was happening to me?

You like him.

I mentally shook that thought off. Naked and in his bedroom, with a very handsome Scott standing behind me, was not the time for that kind of internal monologue.

I wasn’t particularly modest or embarrassed by my body in its natural state, but standing completely naked, comfortably chatting with the man you didn’t expect to hook up with last night was a challenge for even the most confident of women.

“Sleep well?” he asked with a soft smile, and I turned away from the mirror to face him.

I didn’t miss the sparkle of enjoyment in his eye as he perused my naked and visibly hickey-fied body. And unfortunately for any chance I had at a display of self-righteousness, what I felt in response wasn’t even close to embarrassment.

Man, I hated how good the renewed ache in my abdomen felt.

Quickly, before my vagina could take charge again, I redirected my focus.

“Did you seriously give me hickeys?” I questioned and pointed to both breasts.

His smile turned amused. “I thought those were called love bites?”

“Does it really matter what they’re called?” I spat back. “I mean, what thirtysomething-year-old man gives a woman hickeys?”

He chuckled softly and shrugged. “I guess I got a little carried away.”

“A little?” I pointed to the marks again. “There are two of these suckers.”

“Personally, I quite like them there. And you seemed to like it when I was giving them.”

“Is this how it works with the famous Dr. Erotic? You take women home, have insanely amazing sex with them, but before the night is through, you leave your mark?” I put a defiant hand to my bare hip, and he grinned.

“Insanely amazing sex?”

Oh, shit. Jesus, Harlow.

“You know what I mean.”

He raised a cocky brow. “I’m not sure I do. I’d love to know which parts, specifically, were insanely amazing.”

I rolled my eyes and ignored any and all land mines I was sure to step on if I delved into that conversation. “You gave me hickeys, Scott! I’m not going to stand around stroking your ego!”

“Oh, don’t worry,” he said with a smirk. “You stroked me enough last night to last a lifetime.”

I groaned in annoyance. He was like an overgrown kid. “Are you always this annoying in the morning?”

“Probably.” He shrugged. “No one has ever been around to let me know before.”

I’m sorry…what? He didn’t notice how momentous that statement was in my head, obviously. Because if he had, he wouldn’t have kept fucking talking. “Does it help if I tell you I made breakfast?”

I schooled my face into neutrality as my mind whirled over the fact that Scott never kept women around until the morning, and yet, here I was. In the morning.