Smoldering Hunger by Donna Grant Read Free Book Online

one took the crown. And then some. It was one craptastic event after another.
    After seeing Darius, it was as if fate wanted to remind her of him constantly. She turned the corner at the hospital and saw a portion of a man’s face with people surrounding him. Her heart raced, thinking it was Darius.
    Until the crowd moved and she got a full look at him.
    The disappointment when it wasn’t Darius only made her angry. So what if he had come to the hospital? He hadn’t spoken to her.
    It wasn’t like you gave him a chance. You didn’t even smile.
    Smile? She wasn’t thinking of smiling when she’d looked at him. She’d thought of hot kisses, ragged breaths, and skin sliding against skin.
    She walked to her locker and opened it. Smile. As if. There was no smiling when her body was heated in such a way.
    You could’ve at least let him know you were happy to see him. I wouldn’t have talked to you either.
    Sophie hung her white doctor’s jacket in her locker. She then grabbed her purse. It was fine. Better than fine, actually. She didn’t want to talk or see Darius. Hadn’t she told herself that earlier?
    “Never again,” she repeated.
    You don’t have to talk when a sex god like him is doing you. In fact, you don’t even have to look at him.
    With her hand on the locker, prepared to close it, Sophie hesitated. But she did want to look at him. He was sinfully gorgeous. There was also an air of peril around him.
    You always wanted to know what it was like to be attracted to a bad boy.
    Darius wasn’t a “bad boy.” He was something darker, something more wicked. He hadn’t been lying when he said he wasn’t a good man, and yet she trusted him.
    Odd since she didn’t trust men in general.
    It was his eyes.
    Yes, his eyes. Those deep orbs the color of rich, dark chocolate. He hadn’t tried to be glib or charming. He simply was.
    Was that what drew her? Was it because he told her the truth, uncaring what she thought of him? She hadn’t known men were capable of such things.
    He hadn’t flirted with her or tried to be charismatic. In fact, he’d said very little the first time and nothing at all the second.
    Instead, his large hand had cupped the back of her head and held it while he kissed her mindless. Her senses had been assaulted with his taste, his heat, his desire, and his smell. Even now she had only to think of sandalwood and chills raced over her skin.
    Sophie blinked and found herself staring at her reflection through the small mirror in her locker. Her eyes were dilated, her lips parted, and her chest heaved.
    Her sex ached to feel Darius’s length slide inside her once more, to have him thrust hard and fast. Her breasts swelled and moisture soaked her panties.
    My God. What was wrong with her?
    He rode you good.
    Sophie slammed her locker shut and turned on her heel. It was past midnight, and she wanted a few hours of sleep before she was back at the hospital for her next shift.
    On her way out, she stopped by to check on the woman whose husband had beaten her. The woman refused to press charges or to realize that if she didn’t take some kind of action, she could end up dead.
    Sophie paused by the door when she heard voices within. She peered around the corner to see a man with her. He was crying, swearing he would never do it again.
    How many times had he said those same words? By the woman’s medical records and all her broken bones, it had been many, many times.
    Sophie had done her part. She’d given the woman the same advice they gave every victim of domestic violence. The ball was in the woman’s court. Sophie could only pray that she took a stand and got her life back.
    As she walked out of the hospital, Sophie felt the wind hit her face with a blast of cold air. A light snow had fallen two days ago, and more was on the way. Even after seven years, she still wasn’t accustomed to the harsh Scotland winters.
    Still flushed from thinking of Darius, she didn’t bother to button her coat.