The Doctor Meets Her Match by Annie Claydon

Author:Annie Claydon [Claydon, Annie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781460376539
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2012-10-14T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

ABBY woke, to find Nick’s arms around her, his body spooning hers. Not a dream, then.

Tentatively, she moved one arm. Cleared her throat. Nick’s breathing didn’t falter. He must be asleep. Trying not to look at him, she eased herself away from him and got out of the bed.

‘Where are you going?’

‘What? I thought you were asleep.’ In the soft light of a lamp glowing in the corner of the room Abby could see him propped up on one arm in the bed.

‘I was watching you sleep.’ He almost sounded embarrassed, as if he’d been caught taking the last chocolate from the box.

‘What’s the time?’

‘Half past nine.’

‘I suppose we’ve missed dinner, then.’

He chuckled. ‘Yes. But Mrs P. told me the other day where the key to the kitchen is kept. I have permission to make sandwiches.’

Abby supposed that the very grin she was getting now had charmed that concession out of Mrs Pearce. ‘I’ll, um, go to my room and get dressed and see you down there, then.’

‘Won’t you stay here?’ The way he was looking at her was making her tremble. She could deal with him wanting her, he could hardly want her any more than she wanted him. But the tenderness. The intimacy, which had provoked a response from deep inside her. That she wasn’t used to and she hadn’t banked on it happening for the first time with Nick.

He was already out of bed, pulling on jeans and a T-shirt then shooting her a grin and a wink around the closing door. Before she quite knew what she was doing, Abby grinned back and blew him a kiss.

She flipped the overhead lights on, trailing into the bathroom and squeezing out her sopping-wet swimming costume in the shower. Straightening the towels that had been flung onto the rack. Shivering slightly in the cool evening air. Smiling.

Abby couldn’t think about all they’d done together. What he’d made her feel. The way she’d let go of everything, craving only his touch. Belonging to him alone and feeling things that only he could make her feel.

‘Don’t hold back, Nick.’ She wondered whether it had sounded like the plea it had been. Whether he knew that she’d begged.

He must have known. That sudden grin, the one that made her stomach flip just to think about it. ‘It’s not a race, sweetheart. I’m planning on coming last.’ Despite herself, Abby found herself smiling again.

By the time he returned, balancing a tray in one hand, the tracksuit she’d left down by the pool tucked under his arm, she was back in the big bed. Knees tucked up to her chin, the covers wrapped around her like a shield. Some hope. Just seeing him again made her heart pump a little faster.

He put her tracksuit down on a chair in the corner of the room and then brought the tray over to the bed, setting it down. ‘Here.’ Pulling his T-shirt off, he handed it to her. ‘Is this enough to coax you out

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