‘You could have a point.’
‘I hope the cameras weren’t running, Dr McKenna.’ She stretched underneath him, lazy and satisfied as a cat. ‘You just gave a very interesting lecture to the general public on the dangers of getting carried away after parties. Of not using contraception.’
He stilled. ‘Oops.’
‘Yes, oops,’ she agreed softly, her hand sliding over his back. ‘Don’t worry. I’m safe. Let’s just hope none of the teenagers out there were watching your performance.’
He gave a lazy grin and touched his mouth to hers, his voice husky. ‘Something wrong with my performance, Riggs?’
‘I’m not sure.’ She was breathless. ‘I might need to evaluate it a second time. And maybe a third…’
He lifted his head further still and his lips brushed hers. Her response was instantaneous and she felt his body come alive inside her as the kiss intensified.
‘I love your body.’ His tongue licked into the corners of her mouth and then he withdrew from her and slid lower, breathing heat and fire over her burning skin, exploring and tasting until his mouth hovered over one nipple.
She felt the warmth of his breath and arched towards him but he held himself slightly away from her, feasting with smouldering eyes, his fingers sliding down the smooth skin of her thigh.
After the frantic, wild lovemaking session that they’d both enjoyed, this time he was taking his time.
‘Sam…’ She couldn’t breathe, needed him so badly that every feminine part of her ached. ‘Sam, please…’
His tongue flickered over her nipple and she cried out, pressing closer, her whole body quivering and shifting beneath his lean, powerful frame. Her hand slid over the bunched muscle of his shoulders and she wondered how it was possible to still want him so desperately when the most intimate part of her body still throbbed from the force of his possession.
It was impossible not to keep touching him as he was touching her, and she slid her fingers through his dark hair, loving the silkiness, the softness of it. The contrast to the hard masculinity of his body. She kissed his neck, his shoulder. Cried out as she felt his fingers touch her intimately.
She didn’t understand the hunger inside her, the burning fire that didn’t seem to want to be quenched. Her fingers curled round the heat of his arousal and she heard his groan, felt his body shift in response to her touch.
‘Are you all right here?’ His voice was gruff. ‘Do you want to go upstairs?’
She slid one thigh over his. ‘I’m not capable of moving.’
‘Good point.’ He lowered his mouth to hers. ‘We’ll just stay here, then. You drive me wild, Riggs. Crazy.’
‘McKenna.’ She slid her other thigh over his and arched against him. ‘Can you stop talking and do something about the way I’m feeling?’
His chuckle was low and sexy. ‘It will be my pleasure.’
CHAPTER NINE
ANNA beamed at the woman sitting across from her. ‘It’s so good to see you, Hilda. What can I do for you?’
Hilda looked at her curiously. ‘I just wanted to ask you about this bite on my leg. It doesn’t seem to want to heal.’
‘Then let’s take a look at it.’ Anna stood up and walked round her desk, her step light. ‘How long have you had it?’
‘A few weeks. But it’s getting worse.’ Hilda stuck out the offending limb, allowing Anna to examine the calf. ‘You look well, Dr Riggs. A lot more relaxed than when I last saw you.’
‘I’m feeling great, Hilda.’ Anna frowned at the leg. ‘I don’t think this is a bite. I think it’s probably a flare-up of your eczema. Have you been scratching it?’
‘Eczema?’ Hilda stared down at her leg in surprise. ‘Well, yes, I have been scratching it. It’s been driving me mad. I assumed it was a bite.’
‘Have you been very stressed?’
‘It’s the summer,’ Hilda reminded her dryly, watching as she walked to the sink and washed her hands, ‘it’s my busiest time. There’s a queue outside my door in the morning when I open and it stays there until I close and my counters are stripped bare of food. It’s like exposing yourself to an attack of locusts. I’ve never known people eat so much.’
Anna laughed and sat back down at her desk. ‘Well, I think that the locusts have made your eczema worse.’ She tapped the keyboard. ‘I’m giving you a prescription for cream to rub in that patch, and make sure you keep up your emollient baths.’
Hilda sighed. ‘I’m so tired by the end of the day that if I stepped into a bath I’d probably drown.’