The next three weeks flew by. I started keeping a quiet count of the days until Katie returned from filming. She kept progressing in her baking competition, so the date kept getting pushed further and further back.

I tried not to let it get to me, but it was hard. I wanted to be able to go out to dinner with Jacob without having to invite Donna every time. I wanted to start on us really being a couple. Right now, it things felt more like a really long, really awesome, one night stand. I didn't like living a lie, even if it wasn't really a lie.

“Any plans this evening, Donna?” Dr. Matthews asked as we tidied up the clinic and prepared to shut down for the evening.

“We have baseball tonight,” Donna replied. “I'll be glad when the season is over. Going out to those fields in this heat is brutal. What about you, Hannah?”

“Just heading home. I have a really yummy recipe for a grilled chicken salad that I'm trying tonight. I got all the ingredients at the farmers market this morning.” In code, that meant: My place. Tonight. I'm making dinner.

“That sounds delicious,” Dr. Matthews commented. Code: I'm coming.

“I'll be sure to give you the recipe,” I told him. Code: Oh, you will be.

“I'd appreciate that.” The code on that was pretty self explanatory.

“How is Karina's daughter doing?” Donna asked.

“Great. You'd never even know she had surgery. She's all spunk and is so proud of her new scar,” I said with a laugh. “She has decided she's going to be a surgeon when she grows up now so she can do this surgery all the time.”

Both Donna and Jacob laughed.

We finished up our evening tasks and all headed out to the parking lot. I got in my car, Donna got in her truck, and Jacob got on his motorcycle. He looked so damn sexy it was hard not to drool. The man looked good in leather and on a bike.

We each went down the road until it split and we had to turn. Donna went left, I went right, Jacob went straight.

I drove home as he circled back around, taking a dirt road through a corn field and making sure that no one saw him. Finding secret routes to one another's houses was almost a game now. I knew three unlisted roads through corn fields that I could use to sneak over to his house. If I rode my bicycle, I didn't even have to leave the fields half the time. The bike also had the benefit of being easy to hide.

It was fun in a way, and depressing in another. As much fun as sneaking around was, it was hard. Some days I just wanted to be able to drive to his house, have a beer, and not worry about who saw my damn car there.

Once home, I started prepping things for our salad tonight. I had a bunch of different kinds of lettuce all straight from a local farm. There were fresh grown tomatoes, cucumbers, carrots, and even some local feta cheese. I made a balsamic dressing and turned the grill on for the chicken.

I was just putting the chicken on the grill when Jacob rolled up. He tucked his motorcycle under my weeping willow tree, using the dense leaves to hide it. While it wasn't visible from the road, it was visible from the house. I felt like we needed to find a better spot.

“Smells good,” he said, taking off his helmet and coming out to the grill. “I'm starving.”

“Good, because I made tons. Here, I have more veggies to chop,” I replied. He took the fork and tongs from me to take over grilling.

I hummed as I went to the kitchen and finished getting everything ready. It felt so domestic and peaceful. I could imagine life always being like this.

Jacob came in and I cut up the chicken and we ate dinner at my kitchen. The conversation was good and we ended up laughing through the entire meal. He was so easy to talk to and he had the most amazing stories from his time in med school. I loved that he treated me like an equal. He appreciated me.

I put the dishes in the sink and he wiped down the table and took care of the grill. I appreciated it, because I hated scraping the grill and making sure the coals were out. I would much rather take care of dishes than deal with that.

It was just one more example of how we made the perfect team.

Thunder rumbled overhead.

“I'm going to grab my stuff off the bike,” Jacob said, peering out the window at the sky. It didn't look too dark, but it was a good idea to grab his stuff just in case.

I followed him to the back door of the kitchen as he ran out and took a small side bag off his motorcycle. He stepped out from under the shelter of the tree and the sky suddenly let loose.

A torrential downpour came down, soaking him as he sprinted to the house. He clutched his bag to him, trying to keep it as dry as possible, but given how the rain was coming down, I wasn't sure how successful he was going to be.

“Are you okay?” I asked as he stumbled inside and I shut the door. His t-shirt was plastered to his chest like a second skin. I could see every line of his chest and abs.

“I'm fine,” he replied, running his fingers through his hair. Little droplets of water scattered all over the floor. “Let me check my bag and make sure everything is still dry.”

He set the bag on the kitchen floor and undid the zipper. Out came his white doctor coat and a stethoscope, as well as a change of scrubs and a set of medical journals.

“Good, the magazines are dry,” he said, setting them carefully up on a table. “Dr. Taggert loaned them to me.”

I shook my head and picked up the stethoscope. A very naughty idea entered my head. I got up, walked to my living room and made sure the door was locked. Then I came back to the kitchen where Jacob had put everything but the stethoscope neatly back in his bag.

“Hey, would you wear this for me?” I asked, holding the stethoscope up. Jacob frowned but took it and draped it over his shoulders.

“But you're all wet. You should take off your shirt,” I said with a coy smile. It took him a second to understand what I was saying, but then he flashed me a sexy smile.

“Of course, Nurse Hannah,” he said in a low voice that sent sexy shivers down my spine.

He pulled his wet shirt up and over his head. The shirt clung to the curves of his muscles as he tossed it to the floor. It landed with a splat. He left it there and adjusted his stethoscope.

I forgot how to breathe looking at him. His muscles glistened with rainwater. His pants hung around his hips, showing off his lean lines and trim waist. He kicked off his shoes.

“So, you want to play doctor?” he asked, holding onto his stethoscope and grinning seductively at me.

“Let's go up to the exam room,” I replied breathlessly.

“Lead the way, Nurse Hannah.”

I hurried up the stairs to my room, skipping along with excitement.

I sat down on my bed as Jacob followed me into my room.

“I'm going to need to do a full exam,” he said, closing the door behind him. “Please remove your clothing.”

“Of course, Doctor.”

I stood up and slowly lifted my shirt up and over my head. I loved the way his eyes followed my movements. I could see the excitement growing in his pants as he watched me strip. I made each movement slow and deliberately as sexy as possible.

“Pants too,” he murmured, his eyes watching my body. His gaze was anything but clinical.

I stood before him, completely naked. There was no self-consciousness to it, though. I felt sexy standing there with my hand on my hip and a coy smile on the face.

Jacob licked his lips. “I'm going to need to listen to your heart. Have a seat on the bed. Do you mind if I get more comfortable?”

I nodded and sat gingerly on the edge of the bed like I would at a real exam.

He slid out of his wet pants, kicking them to the side. They slid under my bed. His underwear were still mostly dry, but he took those off as well.

Good lord did that man look good naked.

He put the stethoscope in his ears. “Let me listen to your heart.”

He put the cold bell of the stethoscope on my chest, groping one of my breasts in the process. I moaned slightly as he felt me up, still moving the stethoscope. I was sure he could hear my heart pounding with excitement and lust.

“Sounds excellent,” he murmured, leaning forward and kissing my bare shoulder. I shuddered with want at his touch.

“I'm so glad. I knew I needed an expert medical opinion.”

“I think we need to test your heart rate out a little more. Lay down for me.”

I lay back on the bed, my head on the pillow.

Jacob took the stethoscope from his ears and draped it over his shoulders again. “Spread your legs, please.”

I quickly did as he asked.

“Excellent. Now for the exam.” He caressed my breasts before following the curves of my hips. He traced his fingers across my stomach down to my open legs.

The man knew his anatomy. He found my pleasure center in less than a second. I gasped as he sent a surge of sensation that ran up my spine and tingled out to my finger tips.

“You have excellent responses,” he said, sliding a finger into me. His fingers knew exactly where to touch. My hips arched upward, and I moaned with delight. His skilled hands thrust and sought my depths.

Quicker than I thought possible, I was there. He pulled pleasure through my veins, filling me with overwhelming sensation. I started to tremble.

“Come for me,” he whispered, his fingers bringing even more pleasure. “Let me see you.”

With a gasp, I crested the mountain to orgasm. His hand kept working, thrusting and filling me with his fingers to cause me unbearable pleasure.

“I can see that your nervous system is working appropriately,” he murmured as I lay shuddering on the bed before him.

“I think you need to do some further exams,” I gasped. I looked down at his massive erection, just waiting to give me more pleasure.

He grinned and reached for the stash of condoms I now kept in my nightstand. It was on in a second, and he was up on the bed with me.

“The doctor is in,” I whispered as he slid into me. I giggled, but it quickly turned into a moan.

“Holy shit,” he said reverently as he filled me, his voice trailing off and the sounds blending together.

It gave me a rush to know I reduced this smart, sexy man to nothing more than single syllables. He lost himself to me, letting himself go as he could with no one else.

We moved slowly at first. I reached up and grabbed the stethoscope, using it to pull him further into me. It was leverage that I gladly utilized to have even more of him.

I kissed him, breathless and needful. I looked up to see that he was watching me with dark eyes. He needed me as much as I needed him. I let go of the stethoscope and wrapped my arms around his neck.

He held onto the headboard, using it as his own leverage to thrust deeper into me. My hips arched and bucked into him, wanting even more of him. He filled me completely, yet I wanted more. I couldn't get enough of him, even when he was hilt deep.

“More, Doctor,” I whispered. He thrust harder.

“Anything you want, Nurse,” he gasped.

He sat up and with a smooth motion flipped me onto my stomach. He pressed his hand into my low back and skewered me. I cried out as he filled me from a new direction.

He was in complete control with his hand on my lower back. I could writhe, but he set the pace. I moaned into the pillow, losing myself to his every thrust.

“Hannah,” he groaned. He swelled, his fingers digging into my hips as he put me in the spot that felt best for him.

With a guttural cry, he lost himself to me completely.

Best doctor's appointment ever.