Free Finish What We Started by Amylynn Bright Page B

finish. I’ll go get stuff for dinner.”
    She slid her hands beneath his shirt, toyed with the ridges on his abdomen and ran her thumb along the vee shaped by his abdominal muscles. “If my paper is good, can I have dessert?”
    “If your paper is very good, then we’ll see.”
    She’d been at the desk all day, and she was due a little distraction. Slipping her fingers from both hands inside his waistband, she tugged him toward her again. His skin was warm, and the intoxicating aroma of clean male made her want to press her nose to his middle and inhale deeply. Instead she nipped the flesh on his hip, just above his jeans.
    “Candy, I won’t be the reason you didn’t finish,” he warned her. But his tone suggested he could be swayed. Swaying him would be the most fun she’d had all week. He grasped her hands in his and pulled them away. “I’ll bring back dinner. You’ll be finished by then.” He stepped farther way from her, then bent and touched his lips to hers. “Are you hungry for anything in particular?”
    She gave him a look that told him it was very obvious what she was hungry for.
    He laughed. “God, you’re sexy. I can’t believe I’m doing this, but I’m leaving to get dinner. You get to work, because there’s no way I’m going to be this strong when I get back.”
    She watched his ass as he left. She’d never been this into a guy before. Candace prided herself on her dedication and focus. That’s how she’d gotten scholarships and maintained a 4.0 grade point average all through pre-med and her first year of veterinary college. It was those grades and the prize money from the bar contest that she hoped would take her even further. This year was harder yet, and staying focused required a herculean effort.
    To his credit, Lee did his best not to interrupt or interfere with her studies, but he didn’t even need to be present for her thoughts to drift in his direction. She’d be reading about systemic pathology and out of nowhere she’d remember something funny he’d said and she’d be in la-la land for twenty minutes. On her clinical rounds the previous week she’d missed half a lecture on the results of an ultrasound for an Irish terrier whose case they’d been following. Her study partners had commented on it.
    As soon as the door clicked closed, she turned back to her laptop and wrote the conclusion of the paper. During a quick read through she moved around a couple of paragraphs, added an entirely new one, and corrected a few misspellings. She printed it out and left it on her desk.
    He’d only been gone forty minutes. She rushed into the bedroom to do something about her appearance and was horrified. When had she last showered? Yesterday? No, the day before. There was no way this was repairable with a quick brush of her hair. She tossed her clothes in the hamper—or near the hamper, she’d pick them up later—and hopped in the shower. She’d just finished shaving her legs when the shower curtain moved aside.
    Lee’s face appeared and gave her an assessing glance, clearly approving. Her nipples hardened in response. “Did you finish?”
    “Yep.” She let the water roll over her body and sluice down her breasts. She arched her back ever so slightly to entice him even more.
    “Good girl,” he said with a husky voice. He extended a hand and curled his fingers under her breast and ran his thumb over the hard bud.
    “You’re letting the cold air in.” She stepped closer, the warmth of the water only hitting her back now. His hand trailed down her body, following the contours of her waist, the flare of her hips, and came to rest on her butt. He gave a little squeeze, then a loud, wet smack.
    “You’re letting the water out.” His fingers traced the cleft of her ass. “Are you still hungry?” Those same questing fingers were now finding their way through the damp hair at the apex of her thighs.
    “Uh huh,” she said on an exhale.
    “Are you hungrier for spaghetti