Page 39 of Scrubbing In
“You should really pay attention to your surroundings, pretty girl.”
My stomach cramps with a brief flash of terror, and my lungs seize. When I spot Julian relaxing against my vehicle under a halo of light from the lamppost I park under, my breath rushes out in relief.
Goosebumps break out and a shiver rolls along my spine for a different reason. “And you really shouldn’t be hulking around a woman’s car in the dark,Doctor.”
He gives me a husky chuckle in return.
“How long have you been waiting for me?” He slides his body along the driver’s side, letting me pull my door open. With a groan, I heave my bag onto the passenger seat. A little more suspiciously, I turn to stare at him and ask, “Why are you waiting by my car anyways?”
He shrugs. “I wanted to see you.”
Tilting my head back, I admire how handsome he is. His hair is messier than I’ve seen, and I long to comb my fingers through the disheveled waves. With his face cast half in shadow, I can’t fully appreciate his fathomless eyes.
“How did you know I wouldn’t be in there long?”
“I knew Erin had the charge phone, and I hoped you wouldn’t be long, so I decided to wait.”
“What if I’d been in there for an hour?”
A smile touches his lips. He steps closer to me, closing the distance. Tucking my hair behind my ear and running his knuckles down my neck, Julian leans down, bringing his gaze level with mine. “It would’ve been worth it.”
Gently rubbing his thumb along my jaw, I press my neck into the palm of his hand, wanting to prolong the contact.
“Anyone could see us here.”
“Maybe.” His other hand finds my hip, pulling me closer. “Tell me to stop.”
A slight shake of my head is all it takes for his restraint to crumble.
Tugging me closer, Julian tips my chin up and crashes his lips to mine. I throw my arms over his shoulders. His tongue runs along my lower lip before softly sucking it into his mouth. My hands grasp his thick and silky hair, causing a hungry moan to come from deep in his chest. I can feel it reverberate against mine with how tightly we cling to each other.
Tongues gliding and tangling, I can’t get close enough. Pushing higher on my toes, I tilt my pelvis into him, arching my back to get closer still. With nibbling and sucking bites at each other’s lips, our heavy breaths sound like a roar in my ears. Julian’s large hand roves over my hip and back to my ass.
I pull at his kiss-swollen bottom lip with my teeth and stare into his eyes. This close, I can make out the distinct pattern of his irises, but it’s too dark to distinguish the colors that make his unique eye color.
When he boosts me up, I release his lip with a gasp. My legs instinctively wrap around his hips, and I grind my core against the rigid length of his arousal.
“Fuck, Aleena. You make me so hard. I want to feel your hot little cunt squeezing my dick the way it did my fingers,” he growls with a thrust of his hips, and I throw my head back. His large hand threads through my hair, cradling and protecting it from banging against the back window.
I was so consumed by him and the moment and his mouth on mine that I didn’t even realize my back was braced against the side of my vehicle. “Julian,” I whine as his teeth scrape atmy throat. Shamelessly, we grind together. He applies the most delicious pressure on my clit with the seam of his pants and straining cock. Lost in the feel of his hands running up my ribs, his thumb brushes back and forth on the underside of my breast.
“I’ll never get enough of you.” His rough whisper is almost drowned out by the sound of approaching sirens.
Like icy water being poured over my head, I abruptly pull back, pushing on his shoulders. He carefully sets me on my feet, his hands bracing my hips as I wobble. With my pounding heart ringing in my ears, I look around frantically. There are flashing lights coming from the Emergency Department ambulance bay located on the other corner of the building from where the staff lot is located.
How could I be so reckless? Forget we were out in the open, in the hospital parking lot?
Rubbing the tips of my fingers over my tender lips, I look up at this devastating man. But my panic runs too deep. “I’m—I’m sorry, Julian. I—I have to go. This was a mistake.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Julian
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CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Leena
