An hour later, I found my ass on Tommy’s bed, nervous as hell but seriously glad that I’d shaved.
“I’ll call in a prescription for her tomorrow,” he was saying into his phone as he walked around the room. “And we’ll give it to her if she exhibits any more signs other than the pulling of her ear. I might need you to go get it.”
Tommy had, in fact, looked in her ear.
While I was still breastfeeding her.
He didn’t seem to care that he was only millimeters from my exposed breast.
If he could be a professional about it, so could I.
At the time.
Now, not so much.
Tallulah was sleeping, and I’d just gotten off the phone with my dad telling him where I was and what had transpired to get me there.
After my father had hung up, I’d come to the bedroom—the only one with a bed in it—and quickly sat down before throwing the fluffy covers over me.
I tried to make my eyes take in Tommy’s house instead of the man himself who was flexing, bending and shaking in front of me.
Okay, so he wasn’t intentionally doing those things.
He was on the phone with someone—one of the guys from his club—telling them about Tallulah, my car and where they could find it in the morning.
But he was animated when he spoke. Very animated.
His muscles rippled, and his belly bunched. His eyes shone with each of his expressions.
I roughly ripped my thoughts away from the contemplation of his abs and forced myself to look at the walls surrounding me. I could see the entire house from where I was sitting on Tommy’s bed.
The door to his bedroom opened to a hallway that was smack in the middle of the open living room/dining room, and across the hall from that was another bedroom where I could see Tallulah sleeping in a Pack-n-Play that apparently, his sister had left there for when her kids came to visit.
“All right,” Tommy growled in frustration. “I’m likely not making it to church in the morning. Not unless you can meet me at the dry line.”
The dry line he was talking about was where the part of Mooresville that wasn’t flooded met with the part that was.
I looked down and studied the sheets on Tommy’s bed.
They were jersey knit sheets, and they were so soft that I made a mental note to go buy some for my bed the next time I had a little extra cash.
The comforter was made of the same material, and I wondered if he’d miss it if I took it.
“Yes, I’d miss it,” he answered my unspoken question.
I looked up, startled to see him off the phone and paying attention to me.
He was in sleep pants and nothing else.
His dark hair was still slightly damp from his shower and fell messily around his face.
His chest was wide and tapered down to a narrow waist.
And he had chest hair.
Quite a bit of it at that.
I wanted to run my fingers through it and then see what it felt like against my lips.
I wanted to…
“Ready for bed?” he asked me, interrupting my thoughts.
“Yes,” I replied huskily, sinking down further in the bed so he wouldn’t see my hardened nipples.
He grinned and turned, his hand flashing out to catch the light switch that was in the corner of the room, plunging us into darkness.
Nervousness rushed through me, and when I was nervous, I tended to jabber. I gave him my full life story already when he’d caught me talking to Russell outside the hospital a few days prior. And now here I was, blurting out stupid questions that really weren’t any of my business and certainly didn’t need to be brought up while in the same dark room as the sexiest man alive, who was also my teacher, was getting in bed next to me.
“Ummm, so I’ve gotta know…” I licked my suddenly dry lips. “What’s with all the condoms in your drawer?”
My eyes adjusted to the dark, and I stared hard at the man lying on the bed beside me.
There wasn’t much to see.
But what I could see caused me to become even more nervous.
He was in nothing but his underwear now.
My eyes were gazing at his belly, and I felt the moment that he started to laugh because his belly tightened from its relaxed state.
I’m not saying that Tommy didn’t have abs when he was lying down, but the moment that first laugh burst out of his chest, his abdominal muscles tightened, forming into firm ripples of clearly-defined ridges and indentations.
“What’s so funny?” I asked, trying to control the urge to reach over and place my hand on his belly.
His chest started to jump even harder, causing my entire body to shake right along with him seeing as he was shaking the entire bed.
I started to blush profusely, and my embarrassment started to morph into anger, but his words stopped that anger in its tracks.
“I distribute them at health fairs,” he explained once he calmed down from all that laughing. “It’s not something that I can really have sitting out in the open, so I hide them. If you’d gone past that first drawer full of them, you’d have seen that the next five drawers and two cabinets were full of them.”
“Why do you have so many?” I asked. “Aren’t they expensive to buy?”
He snorted. “Yes. But they have my clinic information on them, so they’re a business expense.”
“You have a clinic?” I asked in surprise. “Where?”
“Mooresville Health Clinic.”
My mouth dropped open.
“You own that?”
He nodded his head.
“Opened it a few years ago when I realized that Mooresville needed one. Though I don’t work there as much anymore now that I have a staff running it,” he explained. “I do most of my work at the hospital.”
I rolled over onto my back to try to ignore the things that were going on between my legs.
Mainly the spontaneous orgasm I was about to have just from listening to his rumbled words.
“I was thinking that,” I said. “You’re always there.”
He murmured something soft and barely coherent, and I realized that he was tired.
Closing my mouth, I got more comfortable, and before I realized it, my eyelids grew heavy.
Then I cursed myself.
If he thought that I was keeping tabs on him and where he spent the majority of his time, then he’d think that I cared about him more than I was letting on.
And I didn’t need him thinking that my every thought was on him and what he was doing.
It was more than obvious that I needed to step back.
In fact, I had every intention of pulling back and keeping my distance.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow I would handle this better.
Tonight, though…tonight I was going to go to sleep and let myself enjoy being in his bed.
But then my daughter had an asthma attack in the middle of the night, and I had no control over my actions once I was scared.
Chapter 11
Spankings—because cheeks were made for blushing.
-E-card
Tommy
It was the wheezing that woke me.
At first I wasn’t sure what the sound was.
I didn’t have any dogs.
I didn’t have a cat.
I lived alone…