Family Doctor's Baby (Bad Boys and Babies 1) - Page 38

“Exactly.” Jacob nodded, his eyes meeting mine and I swear I saw the same heat as the night before.

We stood there for a moment, just looking at one another and not saying how attractive the other person was. Luckily, there was a knock on my door before Donna poked her head in.

“Patients are here,” she announced. She frowned and looked at the two of us. “What's up with you two and the long faces? You've both been weird all day.”

“It's, uh...” Jacob stammered for a reason.

“Babies,” I stepped in, standing up from my chair.

“Oh, Well, the full moon is over and we don't have any super pregnant women as patients currently,” Donna replied. “No more surprise babies for you two.” She narrowed her eyes and looked at me. “Unless you've been having extra curricular activities.”

“What? Me?” I felt my cheeks turn bright red. Did Donna know?

“I'm just messing with you,” she told me with a chuckle. “You are so serious sometimes.” She shook her head as she walked down the hallway.

I looked up at Dr. Matthews. For some strange reason, I didn't want this moment to end. I didn't want to be apart from him, even if it meant we were just standing in my office staring at each other.

“You two coming or what?” Donna called from the hallway. “We have folks to see.”

Jacob and I looked at each other one more time before he turned and left my office. I let out a slow breath, unsure of how I felt about things.

It wasn't going to happen again. It was a one time thing. We were just friends and coworkers.

Yet, somehow, I found myself hating that and wanting so much more.

Chapter 15

I left work that day with a conflicted heart. Dr. Matthews and I worked well the rest of the day. We'd joked with patients and were even alone in the break room for a whole five minutes without taking our clothes off.

We could do this, I told myself. It would get easier with time. Mayb

e by next week I wouldn't want to jump his bones every time I saw him. Maybe by next month, I would forget just how good he felt inside of me. How I had felt complete.

Maybe.

But probably not.

I sighed as I put my car away and headed into the house. A summer storm chased the setting sun across the corn fields. Big, heavy, gray clouds filled the darkening sky and thunder rumbled as I went inside. The smell of rain on growing things and the cool breeze of a storm filled my home.

The humidity still flowed around me like water, but the storm would at least lower the temperature to something almost comfortable. I thought a quick shower and then I would sit by my window and watch the rain come in.

I ran upstairs and started the water. I tried not to think of Jacob as I undressed. I tried not to think of him as I washed my hair. I tried not to think of how he would like my legs smooth as I shaved them. I tried not to think of the way his hands felt on my hips, the strength of his fingers against my skin, the taste of his lips and the heat of his body.

I failed at not thinking of him.

I put on a pair of comfy cotton shorts and a cute t-shirt. Rain pattered on the windows and thunder rumbled overhead. My air conditioner kicked on and for the first time in weeks, I actually felt a little cool.

I went to the kitchen and started to make some dinner. I had some chicken breasts and local sweet corn and veggies. It wasn't going to be fancy, but it would taste good and make great leftovers for tomorrow. One of the perks of living in a farming town was that we had the best produce at the farmer's markets.

I started prepping the corn, trying not to think of Jacob and the way his muscles flexed. I decided I would watch TV with dinner tonight, or I'd spend my entire meal trying not to think of him and how we weren't going to be together ever again.

My doorbell rang. I paused with the corn half stripped and frowned. A flash of lightning lit the sky and rain pelted the roof. It was not the time of day to be outside.

I hurried over to the door and threw it open. Standing on my porch, soaking wet and looking hotter than hell, was Jacob Matthews.

His bike sat under my garage awning and he had his helmet in his hands. His hair was the only dry thing on him from being under his helmet. I tried not to stare at the way the water ran off his leather jacket or the fact that his jeans were totally soaked and sticking to his skin.

“Come in,” I said, throwing the door open. “What are you doing out here in the rain?”

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