The Back-Up Plan by Debra Webb Page B

tighter, traced her lips with his tongue, testing her acceptance before plunging deeply into her hot, sweet mouth. She took him. She didn’t resist. Any good sense he had left evaporated.
    She pushed against him harder now. He had to let go. But, mercy, he didn’t want to. His breath ragged and his body aching for more, he set her away from him.
    He blinked. What the hell had he done? “I’m sorry. I don’t know what got into me.” He shoved his hands into his pockets. “I can’t believe I did that.”
    She stared at him, wide-eyed and with those sweet lips still damp from their kisses. Then, without a word, she grabbed the bag she had dropped and disappeared out the door.
    Hank blew out a burst of frustration. He had lost his mind. If the doc had disliked him before, she probably hated him now.
    When Cynthia Masters heard about this he would be in serious trouble. As crazy as it seemed, the thought of Donna Jacobs hating him bothered Hank far more than anything Masters could do to him.
    Somehow he had to find a way to make this up to the doc. The question was, would she let him?
    ~*~
    Donna didn’t allow herself to think until she was parked safely in the clinic lot. Thinking would probably have been hazardous to her health, as well as anyone else’s who happened to be on the same street with her. She closed her eyes and rested her forehead against the steering wheel. Slow, deep breaths. She was hyperventilating.
    What had she done?
    “Oh, God,” she groaned aloud.
    She’d just kissed her daughter’s teacher. Kissed? It wasn’t just a kiss. It was hot, burning desire. Passion, stronger than she had ever experienced before. Another groan choked out as she squeezed the steering wheel tighter.
    She hardly knew the man. What she did know she didn’t like. He was a jock, for Pete’s sake. They had nothing in common. She had just moved to here. This wasn’t supposed to happen for a long time yet. And when it did it was supposed to happen with a quiet, reserved man—not with some stud who thought he was still a high school heartthrob.
    The man represented everything she despised. Too good-looking. Too self-confident. Too domineering. She didn’t want him.
    She did not want him.
    Oh, God, but she did.
    She did. Rather than slapping his handsome face for daring such a bold move, every fiber of her being had reacted to him…had melted into him. For the first time in almost six years, Donna wanted to have wild, mind-bending sex.
    She groaned.
    A loud tap rattled the window next to her ear. Her breath caught in her throat as she jerked her head up and around. Patty peered at her through the glass.
    “Are you okay?”
    Taking a moment to compose herself, Donna made a production of checking to see that she had everything before she opened the car door.
    “What’s wrong?” Patty stared at her as if she wore a sign that read Wicked Mommy .
    “Nothing.” Donna shouldered past her. “I’m fine. Just tired.” She felt Patty’s eyes on her back as she entered the clinic. She took her bag to her office and busied herself with checking the setup for patient files. A setup that had already been checked and rechecked.
    Patty stood in the doorway, wordless, but watchful. Donna would just have to think of something to tell her. But what? That she and the Coach had been making out in the field house? Donna had sworn she would never make this kind of mistake again. And look at her. Hands trembling, knees weak. She was a mess. She slammed the file drawer shut.
    “What?” Donna demanded, trying to look innocent.
    “Nothing.” Patty lifted a disinterested shoulder. “I just wondered how the emergency at the school turned out. I thought by the way you were acting that maybe somebody died.”
    Donna exhaled in self-disgust. That should have been the first thing she told Patty the moment she got out of the car. Deception wasn’t one of her strong points. Otherwise she’d still be partnered with one of Denver’s top