Page 28 of The Doctor

“Our baby?” I nod. “Yeah, I’m still getting used to it, but I’m finding it easier with each passing day. How about you?”

“I’m scared out of my mind, especially hanging out with you. Do you really think I’ll need a c-section?”

Picking up her hand, I run my thumb over the top. “Do you really want the truth?”

“I think I do,” she blinks at me with wide eyes. “I want to be as prepared as possible for everything that’s coming at me.”

“Then yes, I do think you’ll need one unless the baby has a tiny head, but…” I chew the inside of my cheek.

“But what?” she asks, unable to wait for me to finish.

“I’m a big guy, and was a big baby with a big head, so the chances of you—”

“Ugh! Why did I sleep with you?” She juts out her lower lip. “Oh, yeah, I know. Because you’re hot as eff, and I didn’t think this would be my life.”

Grabbing her by the waist, I place her so that she’s straddling my legs. “You think I’m hot?”

Her hands immediately go to my shoulders, and she starts to push away until I tighten my grip and hold her in place. “Please,” she rolls her eyes. “Like you don’t know you’re hot. You probably have women throwing themselves at you all the time. Even your patients probably hit on you.”

“And what’s wrong with them hitting on me?” I laugh. It’s rare, but it does happen, but I want to see the jealous side of Raine come out.

“Because they’re pregnant with someone else’s baby. Most of them are probably in a serious relationship or married. Would you like it if I hit on someone else?”

I sober immediately. How did this become about me?

“Most definitely not, but I wouldn’t fault them. You’re a beautiful woman and now that you’re glowing, be prepared to have more men hit on you.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she laughs and tries to push away again.

“Why would I?”

“First of all, men don’t hit on me on my best of days, let alone while I’m pregnant. And second, I’m not glowing. I’m probably just flushed from throwing up for days on end.”

“I can assure you that your glow is not from throwing up. You didn’t have it yesterday, but now that you’re feeling better, you’re absolutely radiant.”

“Okay, Casanova, did you run to a bar while you were gone? Because you have to be drunk with the way you’re talking.” One of her hands slides down and rests over my heart. I’m not sure if she’s doing it subconsciously or not. Either way, I don’t mind since she’s not fighting being in my lap. Doesn’t she feel how right it is when we’re touching?

“I can promise you; I haven’t been drinking, only talking sincerely from my heart.” Placing my hand on hers, I flatten it out and stare into her blue eyes.

“What are you doing, Kade?” She asks, running her other hand up the nape of my neck.

Leaning forward, I kiss the corner of her mouth to see how she’ll react. “Doing what feels right. If you want me to stop, tell me you don’t feel the same.”

Pressing her ample chest into mine, she shakes her head. “I can’t say that, but I’m scared.”

“What are you scared of?” Gripping her ass cheeks, I pull her closer until the heat of her pussy is directly on top of my cock.

“I don’t want this to end like it did last time,” she pants as she starts to rub herself on the tented bulge in my shorts.

Pulling back, I look at her. “I doubt that’s going to happen. You know my name, my work and home addresses, along with my phone numbers. Plus, if you run this time, I know where to find you.”

“You do know if you really wanted to, you could have found me. You knew that I’m Lexie’s assistant. If you looked her up, then—”

“Yes, I could have,” I interrupt her. “But I didn’t. You ran away, and my pride took a big hit.”

“Aww,” she coos, running her fingers through my hair. “I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings. I didn’t handle my first one-night stand well, did I?”

“You certainly didn’t, but that’s okay because it worked out in the end. I can be your first and last.”

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