Hard and Fast
“I wasn’t—”
“She says you are.”
He laughed. “Okay. I was.”
“She has a unique approach, but her patients love her. Most doctors don’t pimp vitamins and herbs the way my sister does.”
“I can’t wait to meet her,” he said. Not because Kelli interested him, but because everything about Amanda fascinated him.
She hesitated. “There’s one thing you should know beforehand, though.”
“Do I want to know?”
“This is kind of embarrassing. My dad is a huge fan of yours. If he finds out you saw my sister and he didn’t get to meet you…” She shook her head and crinkled her nose. “Let’s just say it won’t be pretty.”
“Isn’t he an NFL team doc?” he asked. “I figured he’d be more into football than baseball.”
“He loves all sports, but baseball is equal to football. And you’re his favorite player. Kind of weird, huh?”
“I’m flattered,” Brad said, sincerely. Knowing he had fans always made him happy. “I’d be happy to meet him.”
“He’ll want your autograph. He collects them.” She rolled her eyes. “No. Chases them. He’s obsessed.” She laughed. “At his last birthday party, he wanted everyone to sign a banner. He’ll milk any opportunity to add to his collection.”
“Does he sell them or something?”
“Oh, no,” Amanda said, waving off that idea. “He has them all displayed in a huge room. He wouldn’t dare part with a single one.”
“He sounds like quite the character,” Brad commented.
“Yes. I’m definitely the normal one.” She rose and headed toward the bathroom.
A few seconds later she reappeared, a medicine bottle in hand. She popped a couple Advil into her palm and held them out to him.
He accepted the pills and reached for a drink. As he swallowed, his gaze settled on the front of his shirt, on the way Amanda’s nipples puckered beneath the material. Desire rushed through his veins, hard and fast.
As soon as he swallowed the medication, he reached for Amanda, pulling her between his legs. With his index finger, Brad lightly traced one plump nipple before tweaking it to a stiff peak. “I want you.”
She sucked in a breath. “That’s not a good idea. You’re hurting.”
Brad grinned. “Then I guess you better be on top.”
16
NAKED AND LYING on her stomach, Amanda blinked awake. She brushed her hair off her face, and took in her surroundings. Daylight registered first. Next, the spicy scent of male cologne. Images of her and Brad making love played in her head. She barely remembered falling asleep.
She lifted her head higher but could find no sign of Brad. The distant sound of running water grabbed her attention. He was in the shower, which made her wonder what time it was. She eyed the clock, panicking when she saw it was well past her usual wake-up time.
She kicked off the blankets, then darted for the bathroom. She had to get ready in half her usual time.
Not bothering to knock, she shoved open the door. She pulled aside the shower curtain and climbed in. Thank God, the water was hot.
Brad’s eyes went wide at the sight of her, then a sexy smile spread across his face. “Morning.”
She swallowed hard at the long and lean sight of him. And though she tried not to—she didn’t have time to dally—her eyes slid down his abs and even lower to notice he was quickly getting hard.
She moaned at the thought of having to ignore such an invitation. “Change places with me. I’m late. I have to get to work.”
He let her maneuver into his position, then he grabbed the bottle of soap from the side of the tub. “Let me help.”
“No!” she said. “Step back, Brad. I’ll never get to work if I let you distract me. Better yet, get out.”
He laughed and leaned against the wall. “I’ll keep my hands to myself and just watch.”
Watch? Amanda felt the water pour over her shoulder. The temperature wasn’t warm enough to explain the heat suddenly coursing through her body. And it certainly wasn’t cold enough to make her nipples tighten and ache the way they did. No. Those reactions were all compliments of the erotic sensation of Brad watching her. Making love to her with his eyes as he had with his body.
By the time she finished in the shower not ten minutes later, she was wet in more ways than one. It didn’t help that Brad watched her dress while he wore nothing but a towel. How would she ever look at that man in a towel again and not develop naughty thoughts?
Thankfully he left her alone to dry her hair. She was putting on makeup when Brad poked his head into the bathroom. He now wore his jeans, which hung low on his hips, but nothing else. “How do you like your coffee? I saw creamer and skim milk in the fridge.”
He made coffee for her? Amanda’s heart squeezed at the gesture—another one of those domestic touches that made them more a couple than just lovers.