Page 78 of Meant to Be
Chapter Fifteen
Sydney wokein Mitch’s bed. As it turned out, he did have mad skills, the effects of which left a sweet soreness the morning after. She still thought they should call the people at the Guinness Book of World Records. What was the record for orgasms in one night? Each time she thought she should go to her own room, because people having affairs didn’t spend the night together, he’d show her another skill. Eventually she gave up, mostly because he’d liquefied her bones.
“Are we running this morning?” His voice was husky. “Because there are other ways to exercise.”
Her nipples hardened, as if they remembered the magnificent things he did to them and were saying, “Yes, please. More.”
“Are you human?”
His lids lifted just enough so she could see the bright green of his eyes. She’d always been attracted to eyes. Mitch’s were emerald, surrounded by long lashes any woman would kill to have.
“Yes.” As if to prove it, he brought her hand to his groin.
And just like that, she succumbed. She didn’t have the experience he had, but she did have knowledge of anatomy, curiosity, and imagination. She decided to put all three to use. It must have worked, because, within a few minutes, Mitch McKenna was begging her to never, ever stop. Feeling more feminine and sexy than she’d ever felt before, she pleasured him until he let out a feral yell and emptied.
And because Mitch was a generous man, he repaid her in the shower. He suggested that maybe they could play hooky. But she had patients to see, several of whom were clinic patients who had enough trouble with transportation that she didn’t want to make it harder for them by making them reschedule. So, after showering and a quick breakfast, she let Mitch drive her to the hospital. It didn’t make sense to drive two cars if he was going to be following her everywhere. Instead of dropping her off, he parked so he could visit Jenny. But first he escorted Sydney to her office. “Tell Jenny I’ll visit her later,” Sydney said.
"Sure thing." He then surprised her by giving her a sensual, albeit quick, kiss before heading out.
While she worked, she focused on her patients, but when she had down time, thoughts of Mitch flashed through her mind. She was sure her cheeks reddened at the memory of all the things he’d done to her and she’d done to him. It was difficult to think two people could do the things they did without any emotional connection. At least she couldn’t.
Mitch wasn’t the same man. He clearly hadn’t forgiven himself for being alive when Brian was dead. For not defending the innocent men, women, and children who had been ruthlessly murdered by his squad. Broken was how Lexie described it. Lexie also hoped Sydney could fix him. But Sydney didn’t know how, except to love him, which he was adamant she couldn’t do. And there was no guarantee her love could help him. Mitch would never forget his experiences; they’d always be a part of him. As a result, he was determined to keep love and trust out of his relationships.
Sydney pushed away those thoughts as she opened the door to Jenny’s room during her lunch break.
“Hey, you up for a visitor?”
“Oh, thank God. I think I might just die. You have no idea how boring hospitals are.”
Sydney did, of course, because she’d done her own stint when she’d been attacked. Why Jenny didn’t blame her for her current situation, she didn’t know. “I brought you some magazines.”
Jenny’s nose scrunched. “Journals?”
Sydney laughed. “No. I’m told you like entertainment magazines, so I got you a few of those.”
“Not that I don’t want to advance my career, but I might poke my eye out with this fork if all I had to read was medical journals.” Jenny waved the fork she’d been using to eat some sort of mystery meat.
“I don’t blame you.” Sydney set the magazines on the hospital over tray. “How are you feeling?”
“Bored.” She laughed. “But it’s better than annoyed, which is what I feel with Kevin hovering over me like a mother hen. Great day, I love that man, but if he coddles me anymore, I might use this fork on him.”
“Boredom and annoyance are good signs of recovery.”
“Then I must be completely healed and then some.”
“I want to tell you again, how sorry I am—”
“Stop. This isn’t your fault. You need to stop saying it is.”
“Sorry.” Sydney gave her an apologetic smile.
“You know… if you really want to make it up to me, you can give me the inside scoop on you and Mitch.” Jenny waggled her brows.
Sydney’s cheeks heated. “I’m not any different than the other women coming and going in his life.” The idea that she really was a notch hurt, even though she’d gone into this affair with her eyes open.
Jenny frowned. “No. You’re not.” She took Sydney’s hand and squeezed. She thought Jenny would press, but instead, she shrugged.
“Do you read?”
