Cindy Kirk - The Doctor's Runaway Fiancée

She suddenly was conscious of just how tiny a space surrounded them and that she and Andrew were alone in this cozy space.

So close that she inhaled the scent of him. The cologne he wore was subtle and expensive. From day one, the enticing fragrance had the power to make her insides quiver. But how he smelled was only a very small part of what had drawn her to him.

The way he looked would have captured any single woman’s interest. She loved the way his hair glimmered, looking as soft as mink’s fur in the fluorescent lighting. She remembered how it had felt to slide her fingers through the thick strands. Maybe because he always looked so impeccable, she’d made it a point to mess up the stylish cut when they made love.

Naked, in bed, with his hair all tousled and a hint of a five o’clock shadow, he hadn’t looked like a doctor or the heir to the third-largest sporting-goods company in the United States.

During those glorious times, it had felt as if they were on equal footing. It had been easy to forget all the ways they were different.

Too easy.

“Sylvie.”

His voice was low and husky, filled with an emotion that brought a warmth to the single word.

She looked up and realized Andrew was right. There. Less than a foot separated them. He stood so close she could see the dark perimeter that surrounded the smooth gray of those gorgeous eyes framed with long, thick lashes. So close the scent of his cologne teased her nostrils, transporting her back to a time when they were happy and everything seemed possible.

“I told myself I wouldn’t do this,” he muttered.

Her heart was pounding so hard Sylvie felt light-headed. She inclined her head in the merest of movements. “Do what?”

The words sounded breathy, which was exactly how she felt at that moment...breathless.

“This.” He jerked her to him and covered her mouth with his.

* * *

When Andrew thought of his best attributes, well disciplined came immediately to mind. He’d been a sensible child and had grown up to be a sensible adult. In the important matters of his life, he prided himself on carefully weighing the pros and cons of various options before making a decision.

Then he’d met Sylvie Thorne, and sensible no longer seemed to be a word in his vocabulary.

He pulled her up against the length of his body as he ravished her mouth. It was as if he’d been in a desert the past three months and had finally found water.

Warning flags popped up one after the other in his head, but Andrew paid no heed. The need rushing through his body was too strong to deny.

He’d intended for the kiss to be brief. Unfinished business tied up nice and tight. But once his mouth had found hers, Andrew forgot how to think. He reveled in the familiar feel of her slender body with the small breasts pressed against him. When that full, sweet mouth opened to his probing tongue, Andrew breathed a prayer of thanks.

It was as if ninety-five days had melted away and all he knew, all he wanted to know, was in his arms. Everything seemed right in his world now.

When her hands stole around his neck and her fingers slipped into his hair, desire exploded like fireworks over the Charles River.

Her moan, a low sound of want and need, only further fueled the fire burning in his blood. Andrew continued to kiss her, sweet, gentle kisses at first, then long, passionate ones that soon had his heart hammering against his chest wall.

The taste of her was so familiar that he forgot all that separated them and let himself simply go with the moment. He slipped his hand under her shirt and stroked the smooth warm skin of her back. They continued to kiss until he felt drugged with emotion.

Easing his hands up her sides, he stopped just under her breasts. When she wiggled slightly in frustration, he cupped the small mounds and then teased the nipples to hard peaks with his thumbs.

Her head fell back. As she moaned with pleasure, satisfaction rippled through him.

Lifting her loose-fitting shirt, he leaned over and covered the tip of one breast with his mouth.

She inhaled sharply when he began to suckle, her fingers tightening in his hair. “Yes, Andrew. Oh, yes.”

It was all the encouragement he needed. Minutes later they tumbled onto the bed, their clothes scattered across the floor. Though the warning flags continued to pop up, Andrew barely noticed.

Drunk on the taste, the smell, the feel of her, he wasn’t sure he could have stopped even if a stop sign had bopped him in the face. He certainly didn’t want to stop. As he thrust inside her, her body closed around him like a tight glove. It took everything to hold back.

Andrew wanted this to last. For her. For him.

He slowed the pace, scattering kisses down her neck, murmuring sweet words as he did so, licking the sensitive area behind her ear and watching her respond with a mew of delight.

Before long, it felt as if they were racing headlong to the finish line at Suffolk Downs with a clear track ahead. Her hips pistoned, keeping pace with his thrusts.

When she cried out and went over the edge, Andrew dived headfirst after her, not wanting to let go of her, not wanting the connection to end.

Chapter Four

Sylvie had never had an out-of-body experience. But as she lay on the bed with Andrew’s warm, naked body pressed against hers, she wondered if she was having one. For the first time in months she was at peace. If this was what an out-of-body experience felt like, bring it on. For now she would relish the comfort it brought to her.

Gently she glided her hand down his silky hair, then stroked his neck. Sylvie had always loved his body with the broad shoulders and tight abs, the lean hips and muscular legs. The slight patch of chest hair now tickling her breasts was familiar and comforting.

She’d missed him. She’d missed this closeness. She could admit that now. What was the harm? After all, this wasn’t really happening, so she could indulge without guilt. He was her personal two-pound box of chocolates.

She planted a kiss against his neck and sighed. There had been only one man before Andrew, a boy in high school. That mistake had steered her away from intimate relationships for many years. Until Andrew had strode into the bakery where she’d been working.

Sylvie remembered that day as if it had just happened. The second she saw him, the air that had smelled of cinnamon and yeasty goodness had begun to sizzle. She’d been so taken aback by the unexpected sensations flooding her body that she’d barely spoken. He came back the next day and the next. After a week they’d been conversing easily and indulging in some flirting.

When he asked her out to dinner, she’d said yes. It had been the beginning of a free fall she’d been powerless to stop.

If she’d only known then what she knew now, would she have had sex with him that night?

She started to sigh and then realized she couldn’t quite draw a deep breath.

“I’m crushing you.” The deep voice sounded near her ear, and suddenly the pressure against her body was gone, along with the comforting warmth.

Sylvie’s blood turned ice-cold. She blinked once. Blinked again. Those piercing gray eyes remained focused on her face.

With a hand that trembled slightly, she reached out and touched his bare shoulder. Only then was she forced to accept he wasn’t an apparition but a flesh-and-blood man.

I slept with Andrew.

Desperately needing to put some distance between them, she placed both hands against his chest and gave a hard push. To her amazement he tumbled off the bed and landed on the floor with a loud thud.

She’d forgotten the size of the bed and hadn’t considered that the only place for him to go was off the side. Lifting herself up on one elbow, Sylvie leaned over.