Cindy's Doctor Charming by Teresa Southwick Page A

and down her back until her skin prickled with awareness and every nerve ending was on fire. Herbreasts were crushed to his chest and ached for the touch of his hand.
    In an awkward, erotic dance, he maneuvered her inside then closed the door. As he backed her against the wall, the sound of their raspy, ragged breathing filled her small front room and she let her purse fall off her shoulder. When her arms were around his neck again, he slid his palm over her hip then down her thigh before inching up the hem of her dress.
    He hooked his finger into the waistband of her panties and drew them down until she stepped out of the restraining prim cotton. Kissing her senseless, he slipped a finger inside her and played until she was mindless with desire. A breathy moan escaped her throat and he groaned.
    â€œCindy,” he breathed against her cheek. “I’ve wanted you since the night of that damned dinner. But if you don’t want this, I’ll—”
    â€œNo. I want…” Her voice was a wanton whisper. She’d never felt such a powerful need so completely consuming her. There was a very real possibility she would simply implode if he didn’t take her in the next ten seconds. “Now. Nathan. Please. Do you have—”
    â€œYeah.”
    He dropped his wallet on the floor after pulling out a condom and lowered his pants and briefs before covering himself. Then he lifted her, and as her legs circled his waist, he entered her, bracing his forearm against the wall. The thickness of him filled her and took her breath away at the same time. He drove her higher and higher until she shattered into a thousand points of light and shuddered with the pieces of pleasure surging through her.
    Moments later he went still and tightened his arms around her, groaning out his own release. As his breathing slowed, he buried his face in her neck and kissed hergently, tenderly. Finally he let her legs go and they slid down as he wrapped his strong arms around her waist and held her to him.
    â€œWow.” He rested his forehead against hers. “There’s no reason you should believe me, but I really didn’t mean for that to happen.”
    â€œI know.” And neither had she. For whatever reason, she believed him and here they were.
    â€œBathroom?” He was asking where it was. Hard to believe he hadn’t been further inside than the front door.
    â€œDown the hall,” she said. “First door on the right.”
    When he was gone, she slipped her panties back on, picked up her purse and tried to figure out what to say when he returned.
    It didn’t take long. Unlike her with the nerves doing a rumba inside her, he looked as cool as Mount Charleston after the first winter snow. But the expression on his face told her there was a problem. And when had she learned to read him so well?
    â€œWhat’s wrong?” she asked.
    â€œProbably nothing.”
    â€œThen why do you look like that?”
    â€œThe condom broke,” he said.
    She blinked at him, trying to make sense of what he was saying. “It broke?”
    â€œThat doesn’t mean there’s anything to worry about. It’s probably fine,” he assured her. “I just thought you should know even though the odds of pregnancy are slim.”
    And so it had been the perfect storm of an evening. Dinner. Sex. And a broken condom.
    So what else was new? That was the story of her life.
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    Three weeks later the pregnancy odds went up when Cindy’s normally punctual period was late. She’d toldherself it could be delayed for any number of reasons and stress was at the top of her list. But just to cover her bases she’d peed on a stick and nearly fainted when the word pregnant appeared.
    On an ironic note, in the twenty-one days since “seeing” Nathan, he hadn’t once badgered her for a phone number or joined her in the cafeteria for lunch. So sleeping with him to get him out of