Kissing the Dr (Healing Love)

I shrugged off her last question, because it felt like she’d hurled one hundred different questions at me in just a few seconds. “I don’t know what to answer first.”

She laughed again and shook her head. “It’s a lot, I know, but we’re getting married again Casey. This is exciting.”

“It is, and I can’t wait to marry you again, but we’ve been engaged for less than a week.”

“Yeah,” she sighed. “I know, but I want to make it special, and soon. Tomorrow isn’t promised, you know.”

I nodded because I lived that reality every damn day of my life in surgery, more so now that I’d almost lost my woman. “Okay, I can accept that. But I could help with some of the planning.”

A soft smile lit up her face and she put a hand to my jaw. “I know you could, but the girls are helping a lot, and I gave Jen a few things to do.”

My brows pulled into a frown. “You don’t want my help.”

Megan laughed. “That’s not true and you know it.” Her firm words surprised me, but her expression softened once again. “I want you to focus on your work again. You love it and you’re wonderful at it, and I know you missed it while you were taking care of me.” She rolled her eyes. “I appreciate that time because it gave us chance to fall in love all over again, but now it’s time for you to get back to cutting into people’s brains.”

I laughed and pulled her close. “Not exactly what I do, but I get your point.” I kissed her lips. “And I appreciate the thought, but I want to help.”

“And I want to surprise you, Casey, because you constantly surprise me.” She pressed her lips to mine, sliding her tongue along the seam with a moan. “Let me do this.”

“Fine,” I rolled my eyes. “If you insist. I’ll go complain to the guys that my wife won’t let me help with the wedding plans. They’ll be so jealous.”

Her laughter rang out loud as it bounced off all the metal appliances in the kitchen. “You’re welcome.” She pulled me down for another kiss that I couldn’t resist, even if it distracted me from what I really came to say to her.

“How soon are we getting married, or am I not allowed to ask that?”

“Soon.” That was it, just one vague word. Soon.

“Oh, what I coincidence, I think I’m free that day.” I laughed and she gave me a shove, but I kept my hands on her waist and tugged her t0 me.

Megan sighed and put a little distance between us, the amusement in her eyes fading until they were dark and serious. “I don’t want to be pregnant and bloating in our wedding pictures, Casey.”

“You looked beautiful in the first wedding photos.”

She rolled her eyes. “Yes. I was young and vibrant and so happy in love it was inevitable. This time I’m older, and full of baby hormones. We’ll have the entire pregnancy for you to photo ambush me day and night, so I’d like to be beautiful and not fat for the wedding photos. Okay?”

I nodded because it didn’t matter to me, Megan was the most beautiful woman in the world. “Whatever you want, babe.” I kissed her smiling lips because they were pink and lush and I was eager for another taste of sugar and vanilla and Megan.

It was supposed to be a short kiss, a sweet kiss, but this was Megan we were talking about and everything about my wife turned me on. The way she smiled through her kisses, the way she used her tongue to tease me, to turn up my arousal. The way she sucked on my tongue when she was really turned on, like now.

My arms tightened around her body and pulled her flush up against mine. One of Megan’s arms wrapped around my neck but the other hand slid down to my back and gave my ass a squeeze. Then, she moaned.

I pulled back, my voice thick with arousal. “Keep that up and I’ll embarrass myself like I did that time at the overlook.”

Her eyes widened and then laughter spilled from her mouth. “I never felt so sexy and so desired that night.” She shook off a shiver and smiled. “It was empowering, to see how much you liked watching me.”

“I still do,” I growled.

Megan laughed. “I can give you fifteen minutes, Casey. Fifteen minutes in my closet-sized office, but the good news is you don’t have to just watch. You can play too.” The look in her eyes, hot and playful, was more than I could stand.

“I love to play,” I told her as I took her arm and made a beeline for the small office in back. “And you, Megs, are my favorite instrument.” We made the most of those fifteen minutes that turned into twenty minutes of hot sex, laughter and pure bliss.