Dueling Drs: A Small Town Hospital Romance

Well that was just too damn bad. I wasn’t leaving unless it was by invitation to join another hospital or fellowship program.

As soon as my shift was over, I found myself standing on the plain black mat in front of the front door at Drew’s two story craftsman home, knocking hard until the door was yanked open and the man I was looking for scowled at me. “What is wrong with you?”

Ah, there we go. Drew was easier to handle when he was angry and scowling. Still gorgeous, but it was easy to ignore when he behaved like a jerk. “We need to talk.”

“Do we?”

I nodded. “Can I come in?”

“And if I say no?”

“We can talk about it here. Don’t kiss me again. We can’t blur the lines and even if we could, you clearly can’t handle it.” He smirked but I would not stray from my objective. “It was a nice kiss. Very nice, but it can’t happen again.”

“And if I don’t agree?”

What? “What do you mean you don’t agree? Of course, you agree.” I shook my head and took a step back to take in his expression. It wasn’t serious and it wasn’t scowling. It was amused. He was amused. By me. Like I was some sort of entertainment. “It won’t happen again.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“I am.” His skepticism ticked me off. “The last time we had sex you tried to ruin my career, I’m sure I can resist you.”

As I expected, Drew’s blue eyes widened when my voice got a little louder. He looked to his left and then his right, sighing when his eyes landed on two sets of swinging curtains. “Dammit. Come in.” He yanked me inside and pressed my back against the door. “You did that on purpose.”

“Did what?” I blinked innocently up at him.

Drew’s hips pressed against mine and the gasp of pleasure snuck out before I could stop it. His brows quirked in satisfaction.

I pushed my hips forward and his jaw clenched. “This isn’t happening.”

“No,” he shook his head. “It isn’t.” That’s what his lips said, but Drew made no effort to move.

“Drew,” I groaned.

“Don’t say my name like that,” he growled, the sound stilling my movements to give the fire in my belly a chance to spread through out the rest me.

“Like what?”

“Like you want me so much you ache with it.”

I do. “Drew, please.”

He groaned again. “That’s not better.”

A rushed breath came crashing out of me at the feel of him hardening against me. It was erotic in its own way, making my nipples bead and my breathing turn shallow. “We’re not doing this, remember?”

“I know,” he panted as his grip tightened on my hips. “We can’t. We won’t.”

“One of us has to move,” I told him.

“You first,” he urged with a mischievous smile.

“Drew,” I moaned again at my half-hearted effort to push him away. “Please.”

“Oh, fuck it.” His mouth was on mine in an instant, his togue tracing a line around my lips and then back and forth across the seam while his hands gripped my ass and brought me flush against his erection. Drew growled as he devoured my mouth and pushed his hardness against me.

My eyes drifted shut and I let myself enjoy the feel of his lips and his tongue against mine. Then, I would push him away. His mouth moved from mine and I gasped when his lips slid down my neck and his tongue teased my collarbone.

Okay, now.

His hands groped and massaged me while his mouth set small fires all over my body. Somehow those magical hands removed all my clothes and he took my breasts in his mouth, the tenderness sending a shiver of unease to go along with the arousal. I was so turned on I felt myself tremble with need as Drew kissed his way down my belly, found the swollen spot between my thighs. “Drew,” I moaned. “Yes.”

He licked me in short, fast flicks that brought me closer and closer to the edge. I wanted it, the pleasure that was imminent, but I wanted more. Needed more.

“I need to feel you inside me, Drew.”

He growled, stood up and took my mouth in a hot, passionate kiss that was full frenzy and clumsy moves. While Drew worked my mouth, my hands made quick work of his t-shirt, his jeans and boxers. He was as long and thick as I remembered when the weight hit my hand, I gave him a strong squeeze and his hips bucked into my hand. “Fuck, Zola. I need to be inside you. Now.”

I bit his lower lip and mewled. “I’m right here, Drew. Wet. Ready.” I didn’t get another word out as he slid deep in one smooth motion that triggered my first orgasm. “Wow.”

He flashed a satisfied smile and gripped my thighs, his wide chest keeping me upright against the door. “I’ll take wow.” Then he began to move and it was even better than I remembered. Drew was big and strong, and right now he was so out of his mind with lust that his eyes glazed over. He was laser focused on pleasure, mine and his. A man on a mission.