It's Complicated by Julia Kent Read Free Book Online

starting to swim, the heat transmitting out of his skin and seeking to envelop hers.
    “Sherri Newsome asked for you up on labor and delivery,” she said in a neutral voice, clipped like a nurse coming to a doctor with a request.
    “Oh. Oh,” he said. “Is it about a patient?” he asked, hoping it was about her friend, the blonde.
    “Yes. She needs a quick consult.” Her eyes were full of fear and concern, but also something harder, the chocolate irises framed by the whites of her eyes and almond-shaped sockets that framed everything and gave her a pixie-ish look.
    She really was quite enchanting, almost Icelandic looking, like a softer version of the singer Björk. She had the body of a dancer but no height. If she was five feet tall he’d be surprised, and she made him feel like a giant, like a moose of a man. That was hard to do for someone who barely hit six feet and topped out, at best, at 180, with loads of muscle on him.
    With a practiced turn she pressed the L&D floor button and the pneumatic hiss of the doors caught his attention, making him turn and look out to find Lisa glaring at them both, her face like stone as the doors closed. He turned back to Josie, stunned to be in her presence and relieved to be away from Lisa .
    “Hi, I’m Alex.” Reaching his hand out to shake her hand, he was giddy with the opportunity to have a social convention he could use to access her skin.
    She reached back and shook his hand, eyes widening at the genesis of their touch that connected the two. His palm embraced hers, soft and hard at the same time, commanding and tender as if he had to wring as much as possible out of this gesture. He pumped her hand two times and then slowed.
    “Josie,” she said, quietly. “Hi.” She broke eye contact, looking over his shoulder and then directing her attention back, the skin around her eyes warming and narrowing a bit, face breaking into a smile. “Josie Mendham, nice to meet you.”
    “Nice to meet you too,” he said, maintaining contact for as long as possible. Knowing that he would look like a creeper if he didn’t let go, he reluctantly withdrew his hand, the feeling of losing contact like having the wind knocked out of him.

    Either a fireball entered the elevator and exploded in her head and her clit or she had just met her equivalent of Laura’s two soulmates in a single body. With one touch, Alex—just another resident, just another doctor in a hospital working a twenty-four-hour or forty-eight-hour shift, the kind of guy she’d met hundreds of over the years—had transformed everything. Transformed the air in the elevator, transformed the entire experience of bringing Laura in to L & D into…transformed something about Josie herself.
    His touch had seismically split her in two, tectonic plates altering her emotional landscape. How could one person do that? she wondered as their eyes locked and he shook her hand slowly, the tactile sensation of his palm pressed against hers like some sort of a battery recharging every cell in her body, warming her, making parts of her throb with a frequency that she hoped he could feel with his tongue someday.
    Or now. Now would work.
    Very, very naughty thoughts flashed through her mind as they locked eyes. And then a second series of thoughts berated her, guilted her over thinking about anything but her poor best friend, who was about to have her vagina split open by a speeding eight-pound flesh ball, all the nibbly parts on display for a crew of eight or nine people, not including the dads and Josie. This was a teaching hospital, after all, and the only way the interns and the residents and the nursing students going through clinicals could learn was to watch people like Laura on display, to make notes, to get the queasiness over with and to learn by doing.
    Right now she’d like to learn some really nice hands-on sexual lessons, lessons involving his hands on her naked ass, his mouth on other parts, her body entwined with Mr.