Free You'll Think of Me by Lucia Franco Page A

between her teeth.
    He pondered for a second then said in a deep voice, “First, it’s Nate. I’ve told you this already. And second, technically I'm Dr. Thatcher's patient. I just saw you since he was out of town, right? And how lucky was I?” He finished, cocking his head to the side with a grin. She smelled the beer on his breath and could see the wicked gleam that stirred in his eyes.
    “Doesn't matter. You were still in my office.”
    The band played a new song and Nate took it as an invitation. He slid his arm around her lower back and pulled her closer, picking up where they left off. Olivia tried to move but when she did, her body rubbed up against his and she groaned. He felt so good. Too good. It wasn't helping that Nate's muscled thigh was wedged between hers. Nate pushed harder into her, causing Olivia to give a throaty moan loud enough for him to notice this time.
    “Stop,” she whimpered breathlessly.
    Nate dropped his head to the curve of her neck. “No. I don’t think you want me to stop,” he drawled lazily.
    “You have to. You're my patient.”
    “Then I'll get another doctor.”
    Nate was relentless. He was using his calloused hands to rub along the sides of her waist. She was crossing the line here, she knew it, but goddammit he felt so good that she didn’t want him to stop.
    “No, Dr. Thatcher is the best.”
    But her body wasn't listening to her brain. She stood on her toes and reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck. Nate moved in and pressed open mouthed kisses up her neck and nibbled along her jaw, his tongue dancing along her neck. Olivia leaned her head to the side to grant Nathaniel more access when she should have pushed him away. There was something so alluring about him that she couldn’t bring herself to do so. So when she moved her head, he moved toward her mouth.
    Nate hovered for a moment, his breath hot and heavy against her. She looked up through heavy lids and peered into his eyes. Olivia had a feeling he was waiting for an answer, an invitation to proceed. Her lips parted, a breath escaping them as her tongue slid out to wet her lips. Nathaniel’s eyes traveled to her mouth and she could feel his chest moving up and down as he breathed. His eyes darkened as he tried to make a choice. Olivia hadn’t moved an inch from his grasp. She only held him tighter and that seemed to make the decision for him.
    His tongue slipped out and skated across her lips, closing the space between them. Lightly at first to test the waters, then grazing and nipping back and forth to see how much she’d allow. Unable to conceal the tingling sensation traveling up her spine, she let out a husky sigh. This wasn’t what she had expected from him. She expected rough, raw and dirty. Her body was simmering, hot with desire. Parting her lips, Nate’s tongue to dip in, touching the roof of her mouth and enticing her further. Olivia tried to ignore the fire building, but couldn’t. His moves were seductive and her body responded to them.
    He deepened their kiss, crushing her to him. His strong arms held her closer while thick strokes of his tongue delved in and out at the same time his hips moved against hers. His short facial hairs scraping near her mouth only heightened the intensity of the kiss. She relaxed into him fully, losing herself to his skillful mouth. She hadn’t been kissed like that in ages, and it felt good.
    Nate and Olivia were panting for air once they broke apart, both of their lips swollen and eyes glossy.
    Between the lines they just skipped across and the feeling of desire streaming inside of her, Olivia knew she was screwed, blued and tattooed.

T ap, Tap, Tap
    Olivia opened the door to the next exam room and her mouth nearly dropped.
    “Why are you here? I made sure you were scheduled with Dr. Thatcher…” Olivia said flipping the chart papers frantically to double check her orders.
    “No hi or hello? Or how am I doing?” He questioned with a smirk that made her