“Hi.” I waved.
“That’s not how I say hi. Come here.”
“I think I’ll stay over here,” I said with a wry grin, enjoying the teasing and the banter. “I read your texts. I’m afraid of what’s going to happen if I’m in your clutches.”
“You want to get over here so I can whisper it in your ear, otherwise I’ll say it out loud. What if your co-workers overheard me?”
“I was having lunch with the nurses when your dirty texts came through. They were very aware of your dirty texts.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. They approve, by the way.”
“Linden, get your ass over here.”
With a laugh, I stalked toward him, stopping when I was close enough to see the stubble along his jaw. I wanted to rake my fingers through his messy, dirty blond hair and then drag him close and press my lips to his.
There was something so incredibly freeing about being with Boxer. He wasn’t ashamed to admit what he wanted. There was no embarrassment about his desires.
Boxer reached his hands out to grasp my jacket and pull me toward him. I collapsed against the wall of his chest.
His lips met mine in a ferocious kiss. Three days apart had ignited his hunger, and I felt the same way.
My hand slid into the hair at his nape. Closing my eyes, I sank into the feel of him, the smell, the drugging sensation of being in his arms.
The sound of a car beeping reminded me that we were in public, and I was all but being mauled by a biker.
I’d been doing a fair bit of mauling myself.
When I opened my eyes, I saw Dr. Sawyer standing at the driver’s side door of a black BMW, but he was staring at me.
“Crap,” I muttered.
“What?” Boxer asked, his hands coming up to cradle my cheeks. “You’re cold.”
“I’m fine.” I sighed. “My boss just saw us kissing.”
“Who cares?” Boxer asked. “It’s none of his damn business.”
“Yeah. I know. I just like to keep my private life private.”
He cocked his head to the side. “Why do you care what others think about you?”
“How do younotcare?”
He shrugged. “I just don’t.”
“Not helpful, but thanks.”
I looked over Boxer’s shoulder to stare at Dr. Sawyer. I waved.
He opened the driver’s side door with force and climbed in.
Boxer chuckled. “That’s the start of not giving a fuck.” His attention slid from me to stare at my boss. “Who is that? Wait, I recognize him. That’s the douche that yelled at you for having juice boxes with me. That’s Dr. Prick.”
“Yup.” I nibbled on my lower lip.
“Christ, woman, don’t do that.” He thumbed my lip. “It’s all I can do to pay attention and keep it decent.”