Page 5 of Possessive Doctor

“Like how we met or where we got married. Heck, how long have we been together?”

“I would love to sit down with you and go over all of those things, but I need to get back to the hospital. I’m sorry. I don’t want to leave, but duty calls. Besides, we were told not to try to rush things as far as your memory is concerned, remember? Don’t you think you’d be better off resting and allowing these things to come back to you when you’re ready?”

“So, you’re leaving? Were you just going to go without saying goodbye?” I feel myself getting upset. It’s a bit overkill, but I feel like he’s abandoning me. I bite my lower lip and look away.

He walks toward me and tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear. This simple touch makes me clench my thighs. “No, princess. I was going to clean up the kitchen. I was coming back to say goodbye, I promise. Now, eat. I’ll be back for that tray in ten minutes. You better be done.” His tone is gruff, but his smile tells me he isn’t angry.

He leaves the room, and I take a bite of the chicken sandwich he made. If I liked it before the accident, my tastes have definitely changed because it tastes terrible now. The salad is good, though, so I gobble it down.

“Something wrong with the sandwich?” he asks as he comes back as promised.

“Are you sure that I like chicken salad?” I ask him.

“Hmm, come to think of it, you might not. You may have told me that. I’m sorry. Do you want something else?”

“No, that’s okay. The salad was enough for me. Thank you.”

“Alright, then. I should be off in time to make you dinner. Do you need anything before I go?”

“Yes,” I feel my cheeks begin to burn.

“Well? What is it?”

“A kiss. A-a real kiss on t-the lips,” I stammer.

I don’t know where I got the nerve to ask that from him, but I need some sort of ‘proof’ that we’re really married. I know I have feelings for him and I know he’s attracted to me, so I guess I just want to see if we have that spark.

He hesitates for so long that I think he might actually tell me no, but then, he moves across the room and leans down over me. He stops and hovers with his lips just inches from mine. I feel his warm breath on my face, and I close my eyes, my entire being filled with excitement and anticipation.

He presses his lips to mine and draws my lower lip between his. Oh god. It’s a light kiss, but my heart races, and fireworks pop off inside my head. I slide my arm around his neck and hold him there.

I don’t want him to leave. I don’t want him to stop kissing me. With a grunt, he slips his tongue inside my mouth and the heat I felt on my face moves down between my legs.

It’s a long, lingering, romantic kiss that should lead to something more, but he stops and pulls away. We’re both breathless, but he snaps his eyes shut and pinches the bridge of his nose, a muscle ticking in his jaw.

“Get some rest. I’ll see you in a few hours,” he tells me and walks away.

I hear the front door close and suck in a steadying breath. At least I know I married an excellent kisser. That’s something, anyway.

3

ANDREW

Amy testing my wafer-thin control is something I never would have predicted.

I should have known she’d be confused and hurt if I didn’t show her any affection. Sure, I could tell her that sex is out of the question because she’s still in recovery, but kissing, touching? Of course, she would expect that. I just don’t want to feel like I’m taking advantage of her.

How will she feel if she gets her memory back and realizes that I’ve been lying to her? I don’t know but if that kiss is any indication of the way she’ll make me feel when I put my hands on her, then I’m in big trouble. It took every bit of willpower I have to keep from whipping out my cock and going to town on her right there.

Self-control has never been an issue for me…until her.

I tell myself that I’ll just confess eventually. She’s clearly into me, and if I tell her why I lied to her, she’ll understand. Right? She damn well better because there’s no way I’m letting her go.

She’s got a hold on me like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It’s physical, sure, but that’s not the half of it. From the first second I laid my eyes on her, I knew that she was for me. Visions of her in our home, with our child. Seeing her now, awake and so frail, I know just how much she needs me.

When I told her I’d protect her, I meant it. So the guy who showed up? Unless she remembers him or he has solid evidence that he’s related to her, I’m not gonna let him within thirty feet of her. Maybe twenty-five if I’m being generous.

The nurses are still side-eyeing me when I return to the ward. I make my way to my office and see that someone is seated there waiting for me. It’s the hospital administrator, Director Daniels.

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