THREE
Thorn
I draped one protective arm over the most gorgeous girl I’d ever laid eyes on. By my side, she shone in a strappy, black sequined dress that draped over her curves, cutting really fucking low at the back and skimming the generous curve of her hips and that crazy-delectable heart-shaped ass. I’d protested repeatedly last night when she’d taken it into the dressing room at Bloomingdale’s. Damn if I wanted another man’s eyes eating up her body the way mine did, and that dress left little to the imagination.
Watching Carly model that dress had made me so fucking hard in the changing room, I’d nearly spat bullets. I had to grit my teeth to stifle the swell in my jeans. She’d hidden her gorgeous body beneath layers of clothing, but the way she’d stepped out of that room and peered up at me had made me want to do things.
Say things.
Christ, it made me think things I never had before.
I’d met plenty of women in my thirty-two years, but never had one made me think about anything long term. Anything real.
Carly made me think real.
She turned to me then, the sweet curve of her lips curving up in a soft grin, and the soft glow of lights washed us in shadow. “You look very handsome.”
She adjusted the bow tie at my throat.
I shuddered when her fingers grazed my skin.
My dick jumped, my fingers tightening at the curve of her bare shoulders. “You’re the beautiful one here. I can’t think about anyone else in this room when you’re next to me.”
Her eyebrows shot up, her fingers stilling at my neck. “Wow.”
I slid a thumb up the curve of her jaw, enjoying the slow shudder that pulsed through her. “Close your mouth, little one.” I drifted closer, my teeth grazing her earlobe. “Or I’ll be tempted to fill it with something.”
Her sweet little lips pressed closed, her eyes darkening as her pupils dilated with desire. I knew all the signs—I was a doctor, after all. A rapid pulse, shifting thighs, and the fact that she couldn’t seem to stop herself from touching me. Her breast grazed my chest.
“That look tells me you want it.” I cupped my palm at her neck, thankful for the low lighting that shrouded us. “The way your heart is racing tells me you need it.”
I rested a palm over her rapidly firing heart, the curve of her breast lush and creamy under the pads of my fingertips.
“Can’t we just go back to your place?” she begged adorably.
I laughed, pulling her a little tighter against me, flexing my hips to make sure she felt how fucking badly I wanted inside of her. “I love your enthusiasm, little one, but we’ve got to be on our best behavior, at least for a few hours.”
“I’m sick of playing the good girl. I thought this was my one night off.” She pouted.
“Stop acting like a child, or I’ll have to take you to a dark corner and put you over my knee.”
Her eyebrow arched then, something like a grin twitching her lips.
“Christ, Carly. You’ve gotta stop giving me that look.”
I shifted my aching cock behind my suit pants. These fucking things were always too restrictive for me. I preferred the freedom of a pair of scrubs.
“You’re not going to last all night.” She smirked, crossing her arms and inadvertently causing her gorgeous tits to push together. I wanted my hands on her, my tongue lapping at all the delicate spots that would make her come—and then come again.
“You’ve got to be kidding me, Carly. What the hell did I get myself into when I swiped right?”
She burst out laughing, giving my dick a quick squeeze before she threaded her fingers through mine and pulled me away from the dark wall we’d been hovering near. “I need a drink, Doctor.”
She was such a fucking surprise.
How I ever landed this smart, sassy, gorgeous date who made me want to fuck her straight into the wall I’d never know.
Carly was a walking, talking angel I’d never seen coming.
I snuggled Carly a little closer an hour later, my hands itching to feel the skin hidden beneath that dress. Instead, I was focused on the chief of staff, rambling on in our small group at the bar. A few doctors laughed, indulging his overinflated ego, begging to buy his drinks, and I was stuck in the middle of it all.
I hated these fucking staff events.
I hated everything political about this industry.
I was a simple guy. I just loved saving lives.
I had a natural interest in biology from a young age, and by the time I was in high school, it was the only thing I’d ever wanted to do.
I didn’t want to talk shop with these self-important fuckers after hours.
Eighty hours a week in the emergency room, that’s what I lived for.
But at least tonight I had Carly by my side.
There was something between us, an understanding that neither one of us took these sorts of events seriously.
I was shocked as hell to find out she was pre-med, even holding her own when a neonatal specialist had been talking about lung capacity in preemies.
Carly was smart as fuck.
And that only made her sexier than hell to me.
We hadn’t been able to keep our hands off each other all night, and as the drinks continued to flow, we’d only grown closer. We’d laughed more at private jokes, she’d opened up about how tough her schedule was, and I’d actually been able to chime in and share a few things that helped me get through med school.
“I’m ready to get you out of this dress.” I fingered the spaghetti strap, that little bit of fabric holding in the heavy weight of her gorgeous tits. “This dress was made for you, but it needs to come off.”
“I’ll never have a chance to wear it again,” she quipped.
“Not if I have anything to say about it.” I turned, edging her out of view of anyone else, and pulled the thin strap aside softly, caressing the creamy flesh of her shoulder with my lips.
A slow shudder rolled through her body, and I savored the way her eyes fluttered closed and her lips parted as she sucked in shallow breaths.
“You’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen when you’re turned on.”
Her elegant throat moved as she swallowed before her eyes fluttered open and nailed mine. She was about to respond when we were interrupted.
“Thorn! Let me refresh your drink!” A doctor from the third floor, one whose name I still hadn’t quite caught, slapped me on the shoulder.
I turned, hardly restraining the irritation. “I’m good, thanks.”
“Sure? Well, I wanted to talk to you about rotating into ER—”
“Sorry, this isn’t something I really want to talk about tonight. My lovely date and I—”
“Thorn, it’s okay.” Carly placed a hand at my chest. “I’m just going to slip off to the ladies’ room.” She pecked me on the cheek and rested her hand on my chest for an extra-long beat before she pulled away.
“She’s a gorgeous one. Where’d you find her?”
I shook my head, eyes still riveted on Carly as she walked away. “She just fell into my lap.”