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glance into Nick’s eyes and they’re dark and simmering with something
indescribable.
    Bed.
    The word lingers in the air and I wish I’d never said
it because now the word is echoing in my head and the idea of a bed and Nick
can’t seem to compute in my mind. It’s like my body suddenly explodes with
unbridled desire and the synapses in my head are firing off. I’m overloaded
with erotic images, with the memory of Nick’s hard body under my cheek, and all
I can think is how much I want that solid body pressed against mine.
    In bed.
    And I know he’s thinking it too. I can see it in his
blue eyes. He takes a moment to shrug off his light jacket. I guess it was cold
when he first stepped out. He takes his time, as if there’s no hurry. As if I
won’t burst into flames if I don’t touch him. His gaze remains on mine as he
hooks it over the coat rack. I frown at the domestic sight of our coats hanging
together, an image of a future I’ll never have.
    I suck in a deep breath as he releases his jacket and
turns completely toward me. Today he wears a tight old grey T-shirt, the
lettering on it faded, and scruffy jeans. The denim is worn around the crotch…
My cheeks flame. What am I doing studying there?
     I’m not sure who takes the first step but both
of us move forward. I feel as though I’m pushing through water or cold treacle
just to get to him. And then he’s there, all hard muscles and rough fingers.
    Those fingers are in my hair, pulling my head back so
he can kiss me. His lips meet mine. There’s no pretense to this kiss. It’s hard
and demanding. His teeth bump into my lip and I whimper. I’ve never been a
whimperer but Nick’s kisses make me want to keen and beg for more. My hands
snake up around his neck, my nails dig into his skin. His tongue presses
between my lips and I taste coffee and heat, and I can’t get enough. We deepen
the kiss, clamor against each other.
    Something has snapped inside me and I can’t hold it
back. The point of no return. He presses me against the wall and the thick
length of him rubs against my tender flesh, sparking an acute ache between my
legs.
    “Christ, Sienna,” he groans as he tears his mouth from
mine to graze his lips across my cheek.
    Rough hands creep under the waistband of my scrubs,
skimming my hip to cup my ass. He sneaks his fingers under my panties and I
moan at the feel of warm masculine skin against my rear. Nick gives my ass a
squeeze, then drags his fingers back out and down to hook under my knee.
Angling my leg and lifting it, he holds it to his hip. I’m open and vulnerable
and he rocks into me, sends sparks of pleasure through me. I quake and murmur
his name while he nips at my neck.
    Nails digging into his flesh, I tunnel my other hand
through his blond hair, keeping him clamped to me. A chasm opens up in me, one
that can only be filled by Nick. I’m not sure if it’s an emotional or physical
need but I can’t get enough of him. For so long, I’ve been ignoring the
attraction burning between us. At the same time as the tension of avoiding our
chemistry leaves, a new tension builds and I arch desperately into him.
    Both hands cup my ass now, and lift me so I’m snug
against him. His erection presses into me and his mouth finds mine again. It’s
a rough kiss, our teeth clash, both of us unable to control ourselves enough to
retreat. His tongue twines forcefully with mine and a growl comes deep from
within him.
    My arms are wrapped around his neck when he pulls away
from the wall and carries me to the bedroom. We both breathe heavily as he
slides my legs down. I wobble slightly when I find my feet and the slight
distance it creates begins to clear my mind. But before the haze of desire
dissipates completely, he cups my chin and plunders my mouth again.
    I grip his muscled arms and hang on for dear life.
Part of me can’t believe I’m kissing Nick while the other part tells me it was
inevitable. How could anyone resist a man so sexy, so