Amelia
, I have feelings for you.
His words ran through my mind as I hooked up an IV for what I hoped would be the last patient of the day. I was exhausted, and my mind was in overdrive.
“Did you hear what I said?” I heard a woman say.
I looked down at the patient laying on the stretcher, certain there was nothing but confusion on my face.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“I said that hurts.”
I looked down to see I was holding the needle a little crooked in her arm and immediately straightened it.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry,” I said, trying hard to focus and pay more attention to what I was doing than what I was thinking about. “Sorry about that.”
“It’s okay. I told you I have a little needle phobia, and I detest having IVs.”
“Most people do,” I said, placing a piece of tape across the back of her hand, securing the IV in place. “Honestly, I don’t know if I have ever met someone who likes them, and I’m normally very good at setting the IV.”
“Uh-huh,” she said, looking away from me.
I turned on the machine and slipped from the room, depositing my gloves into the trash and my gown into the wash bin, then headed for the desk, where I finished up my notes. The moment I finished, Dalton’s admission flooded my mind again.
I let out a sigh. Truth was, I’d been feeling the same way he did, and it hadn’t helped that I’d always found him attractive, but since seeing a caring side to him, it had gotten worse. I’d done my best to shove my thoughts to the back of my mind, and it had worked, until we’d shared that kiss.
It was the last thing on my mind last night when I’d closed my eyes and the first thing I’d thought of when I’d opened them, and if I thought about it hard enough, I could still feel his lips on mine.
I finished making the last of my notes, and as soon as my replacement came in, I left, ready to head home for the night.
I was almost to the parking garage when I reached into my pocket, only to find my keys were missing. That was when I realized I’d left my purse upstairs in the office. I’d been called to the ER almost immediately after arriving and had just left everything there. I let out a sigh and made my way back to the hospital.
The lights were off in the office, which sent a sigh of relief through me. Everyone was already gone for the day. I swiped my key card and opened the door and made my way in behind the desk and opened the filing cabinet drawer, pulling my purse out from inside, then grabbed my jacket from the hook on the wall and slid into it. I turned around and went to take a step when I ran into someone and let out a scream.
“, it’s okay. It’s only me. Dalton.”
I placed my hand on my chest, my heart was racing. “What are you still doing here?” I cried, trying to slow my breathing.
“I was just getting ready to leave. What are you doing here?”
“The same thing!” I exclaimed. “I left my purse and jacket here. I thought everyone was gone for the night.”
“Same here.” Dalton chuckled. “Look, I’m glad you are here. I’d like to take you out for dinner, so we can talk.”
The look in his eyes was so genuine, and when he reached out and took my hand in his, all I could do was follow him.
We shared a lovely and quiet dinner along with a bottle of wine at one of the best restaurants in Eastport. We talked about our day, laughing and joking, and then Dalton drove us back to his place. He slid his hand into mine as we drove back to his place and when we stepped into the house, two smiling faces and Mrs. Jenkins greeted us.
“What are you guys still doing up?” Dalton questioned, looking over to Mrs. Jenkins.
“We wanted to watch our show,” Claire explained, getting up and coming over to me, wrapping her arms around me. “I’m so happy to see you.”
“I’m happy to see you, too!” I exclaimed.
“Okay, guys, why don’t you head on up and get ready for bed, and I’ll be up in a minute,” Dalton instructed.
“Can’t tuck us in tonight?” Claire asked, and Tommy agreed.
Dalton looked over at me and then at both his kids and nodded. “Well, if it’s okay with , sure.”
“It’s fine. Come on, kids, let’s go.”
I took them both upstairs and waited while they changed and brushed their teeth, then tucked each one of them into bed before making my way back downstairs. Soft music played on the living room speakers, and Dalton sat on the couch, two glasses of wine poured.
“They go down, okay?”
“Yep, Tommy was asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.” I giggled.
Dalton smiled and patted the empty seat beside him. I went over and sat down as he handed me my glass of wine.
“Did you enjoy dinner?”
“Very much,” I whispered, taking a sip of my wine.
Dalton took my hand in his and ran his thumb over the back of my hand. He was a completely different man than he was at work. This Dalton Frost I could easily see myself falling in love with. I met his eyes and softly smiled.
“, I know I’m not always the easiest man to get along with.”
“Somehow, though, I can understand. You’ve been through a lot over the past few years.”
“I have.”
“I want to let you know that I’m sorry for what I said that night. I know I’ve apologized before, but if I had known about your wife, I’d never have said…”
He placed his forefinger on my lips, silencing me. “It’s okay. Don’t worry about it. I deserved it.”
“Well, maybe in some ways, but you didn’t deserve that comment.”
“No, I probably did. Honestly, I probably deserved more than what you gave. I guess the reason I’m always worse to you than anyone else at the office is because you reminded me of Kenzie.”
“Really?”
Dalton nodded. “Yes. I guess it scared me because when I first started noticing those things that you exhibit that had originally attracted me to her, my first instinct was to push you away.”
I nodded, studying his eyes. He was guarded, which made sense. I could understand that too. If my world had been suddenly ripped from me, it would make me the same.
“, I’ve given a lot of thought to things over the past few weeks. I feel there could be something between us.”
“What do you mean?” I questioned, taking a sip of my wine and averting my eyes for a moment.
“I mean, I think there could be something more between us than just co-workers and friends. I think I’d like us to explore that option. If you are interested, that is.”
“Dalton, I’m not sure we should date. I mean, we work together. You are my boss.”
Dalton was quiet for a moment. “You never mentioned work earlier. It didn’t seem to bother you to come here and help Claire, or to have dinner with me before, so that is not what is bothering you. So, what is holding you back?”
His words ran through my mind. Being friends didn’t seem to be a problem with the work thing, but what would people think at work if we were dating? I hadn’t exactly been silent about how I’d felt about Dalton, and even though my feelings were changing, the thought scared me a little.
He brought his hand to my cheek, and the moment his hand touched me, heat flooded my body. His eyes captivated me, and before I could stop myself, I leaned forward and met his lips.
“We can’t be caught at work like this,” I whispered.
“Not at work, I agree, but what we do in our personal life is no one’s business,” he whispered, bringing his lips back to mine.
His kiss this time was a little more demanding as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me toward him. In one quick movement, he’d pulled me over so I was straddling his lap. As our kiss deepened, his hands gripped my ass and pulled me closer toward him. I could already feel him straining against his jeans. Every part of me was on fire, and I let out a soft moan as his hands began exploring my body.
One hand snaked into my hair, and he gently pulled as he kissed me again, sending waves of pleasure through me. I ran my fingers through the hair at the back of his head as he kissed his way down my neck and back up, nibbling on my ear.
“You like that?” he whispered.
The feel of his breath on my neck and ear sent chills through me, causing my centre to throb.
“Very much so.” I moaned.
Cupping my cheek, he brought his lips to mine again, kissing me slow. A bolt of excitement ran through me when I felt his hand slide under my shirt and brush against my stomach in a tender touch. I pulled away, studying his eyes, then gripped the bottom of my shirt and pulled it off over my head.
I craved his lips but loved watching his eyes as they ran over my body, stopping on my breasts. I reached behind me and unclipped my bra, letting it fall away from my body. He immediately grabbed me, pulling me forward, his mouth meeting my breast. I felt his tongue flick my hard nipple as he sucked the one into his mouth while his other hand explored the other one, pinching and rolling my nipple between his fingers, causing me to let out a moan as I ground my hips down on him.
We were probably moving too far too fast, but I didn’t care. Every relationship I’d ever had, I’d always waited and almost tried to plan for the right time.
In a swift motion, he lifted me up, and I found myself under him on the couch, his mouth now exploring my body. I reached down between us, running my hand over the impressive bulge in his pants, causing him to let out a moan. I pulled at his belt and quickly pulled at the button and zipper on his pants just enough I could slip my hand inside.
“Fuck.” He hissed as I took him in my hand, stroking his length.
I watched him; he closed his eyes, his face peaceful as I continued running my hand over him. His breath quickened as I ran my thumb over the bead of pre-cum that had gathered on the head of his cock.
He took hold of my hand, his hand shaking, and pulled my hand away from him, stopping me. When he looked down at me, I could see that his eyes were full of want. He placed my hand above my head and then gripped the other one, pulling it to over my head, and held them both there while he undid my pants with his free hand. In a matter of seconds, he’d slipped his hands into my panties and let out a groan as his fingers slipped through my soaked centre.
“You’re fucking soaked.” He moaned.
I closed my eyes and let out a guttural groan as his fingers ran softly over my clit, gently circling for a few seconds before he stopped and pulled at my pants. I lifted, letting him pull them down off my hips to give him better access.
Pushing my panties to the side, his fingers danced lightly over my throbbing centre, before he slid one finger, then two deep inside of me, his thumb finding and concentrating on my clit.
I bit my bottom lip as I tried to pull my hands free from his grasp. I was going to come. It would only be a matter of seconds if he didn’t stop. Only he didn’t stop. Instead, he increased his efforts and met my lips, stifling my moans.
I could feel myself tightening around his fingers. He let go of my hands and removed his fingers, leaving me empty and throbbing. He sat down, relaxed back, and patted his lap as he took his cock in his hand and began stroking it slowly.
I watched him as I slid my pants off. I leaned over and grabbed my purse from the table, reaching in and pulling out a condom. His eyes met mine as I held it out for him to take. Without a word, he opened it and rolled it on himself, then took hold of my hand and guided me. I straddled his lap as he slid down a little, then he took hold of my hips and guided me as he lined himself up at my entrance.
I closed my eyes as I felt him enter me, letting out a moan as I took him all the way inside, filling me and stretching me in ways I’d never been before. Then, with his hands on my hips, he gently guided my motion.
Resting my one hand on his knee, I leaned back a bit as he leaned forward and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. I reached down between us and with my free hand, running my fingers over my clit.
I could feel my orgasm building faster as he continued to guide my motion a little faster.
“You close?” he grunted.
I nodded, closing my eyes as he sucked my other nipple into his mouth, causing me to slip over the edge and tighten around him. His muscles tensed as he held onto me, stilling me as he poured himself inside of me.