Page 4 of Finally Yours
“What Lyla? What is it?” He raises an eyebrow and hands me a few of the boxes.
I huff and stand. “You moron. There was a reason I didn’t close that door all the way. It sticks sometimes. I always have trouble opening it up from the inside. I told maintenance about it yesterday when I got locked in here for thirty minutes, but you know how they are…”
His eyes dart to the closed door. “So, we may be stuck in here?”
I let out a deep breath. “Maybe…”Fuck my life.
Chapter Five
How could I resist her when she’s all I’ve ever wanted?- Asher
Asher
Okay, okay, not good.I ram my shoulder against the door again. The heavy metal door barely responds. The door handle certainly won’t twist. When Lyla mentioned the door might be stuck, I kind of thought she was exaggerating. Surely, maintenance would have fixed a hazard like that already. But then I remember the bathroom on the third floor that’s had a leak forever…shit, we’re doomed.
“So, yeah, that isn’t working, Asher. Might as well sit down and have a tic tac. I had some in my pocket.” Lyla rattles the small box and I hold out my hand. I slide to the floor with an aggravated sigh and then let the minty flavor of the candy explode in my mouth.
“How long do you think it’ll be before someone comes looking for supplies?” I ask. To be honest, I don’t have a surgery for another couple of hours, but I need to round on some patients. I pat my pocket again. How did I leave my cell phone at the nurse’s station? I look over at the curvy figure of my Lyla.Oh yeah, I was too distracted by my girl.
Lyla shrugs her shoulders. “Not long. Nurse Vicky always finds me. She seems to have radar when it comes to me.” She looks down at her watch. “I would say we probably have about ten minutes before she comes in the door.” She glances downat the floor and sighs. “I guess that’s why I’m not nearly as panicked as you. Of course, we’re practically brother and sister so we should be completely comfortable with each other anyway. You should have no worries about being locked in a supply closet when it’s just with your sister, I guess. I’m just like Chelsea to you.” She traces a small pattern on the linoleum floor, and I sigh.
Mentions of my sister remind me again why making a move on Lyla. Chelsea is only a couple of years younger than Lyla. They’re friends, for God’s sake. Because my father was barely around, I went to Mike for parenting advice for Chelsea. I learned how to be a decent role model from him. That means Lyla is family to me. Even if there is no way I would ever be able to look at her as a sister. And she definitely deserves to know that.
I scoot over so I’m next to her with my back to the wall. I catch her hand in mine. She glances up at me in surprise. Her sapphire eyes are so full of emotion right now and I can see the redness under her eyes where she was crying earlier. My heart splatters at my feet. I hate that I ever made her feel like less than perfect. That I ever made her feel like I wouldn’t want her.
I bring her hand to my lips, and she lets out a small gasp. “What are you doing?” she asks in a husky voice.
I kiss one knuckle, and then the next. “I’m letting you know I don’t think of you at all like a sister. You were never meant to hear that, and honestly…I was lying. Lying to Dr. Blanchard, lying to myself, lying to you…” I give another knuckle a small kiss.
“What do you mean?” she questions in a breathless voice.
I stop kissing her hand and look deep into her beautiful blue eyes. “I haven’t thought of you in a platonic way since you were nineteen and came downstairs in that dress. That damn red dress.”
Her brow furrows and she sends me a confused look. “Red dress?”
“We were going to one of the functions for the hospital and you went as my date. I took one look at you in that dress and nearly swallowed my tongue.” I shake my head. “Took everything in me not to make a move. I felt like the biggest perv that night because my imagination was running wild.”
She slides a little closer to me and her eyes grow wide. “What kind of thoughts were you having? And why have you never told me? You had to know…”
She trails off and looks down. Her cheeks flush red and I know she’s embarrassed of her feelings. I can’t have her feeling that way now. I tip her chin up. “I knew you had a small crush on me. I knew that if I did something, you would probably respond. But then everything would change. And I’m not the kind of guy you need, Lyla. I’m not the right one for you.”I wish I was.
She wrinkles her nose. “Don’t you think that’s up for me to decide? I’m twenty-five now. I’m old enough to know what or who I want. And the crush I had on you wasn’t small. The way I feel about you now isn’t small. It’s very, very real and it’s something big.”
I stroke her cheek and she leans into my hand. “I want to be able to give you everything, Lyla, but I can’t.” I shrug. “I don’t know shit about love. You don’t know what things were like for me and…”
She places a finger on my lips. “I don’t need to know everything about your past to know what kind of man you are, Asher. I watched how you were with my father, how you’ve been with me. If you could’ve saved my dad by sheer force of will, you would have. That’s really all I need to know.”
Our faces are close now, those plump lips of hers ready and ripe for the taking. I kiss the tip of her finger and she gulps. I can feel her pulse thumping away when I place my hand on theback of her neck. “I’m going to kiss you now, Lyla, because I can’t seem to stop myself. I know I shouldn’t. I know I should let you find the right person and I should leave you alone, but I have to taste you.”I should be a better man than I am.
When our lips meet, it’s soft at first. After all this time of wanting her, dreaming about her, it doesn’t feel real. Then the obsession takes over. The sweet, pure taste of her hits my veins and I need more. The kiss deepens into something more, something that feels like pure bliss. My tongue twines with hers and we both sink into the kiss. I swallow her groan and pull her closer, plundering her mouth and taking my time. Silken depths of warmth surround me.
My cock aches and I lean forward, trying to feel her body against mine. Her breasts push against my chest.Fuck. I want to kiss my way downward. I want to suck her nipple into my mouth.
I feel her gentle touch on my hard length through the material of my pants. I tangle my hands in her hair.Touch me. Touch me more.I hold her hand against the bulge in my slacks and she moans. I want inside her pussy now. I want to fuck her right here on this floor and never let her go.
The loud groan of the metal door opening startles both of us into reality. We pull back from each other, breathing hard. I try to subtly adjust my hard cock. There’s no way it’s going down anytime soon.
Nurse Vicky’s head peeks around the edge of the door. “What are you two doing in here? Didn’t I send you in here twenty minutes ago, Lyla?” Her pinched face takes in our flustered appearances and our closeness. She raises an eyebrow. “And don’t you have patients to tend to, Dr. Cannon?”
