God, I was bored. And scared. The fact that all the memories I could muster were weird dreams or maybe flashbacks was frightening. Who was I? Why didn’t I know the answer to what should be a simple question?
The door to my room opened and the stern-faced male doctor from the day before walked in. “Good afternoon. How are you feeling today? Any pain?” Either I was experiencing déjà vu or this guy only had one set of fucking questions.
“I’m okay. Apart from the fact that I have no clue who the hell I am or why I’m here.”
He nodded and continued to the thumb through the chart he’d brought in with him.
“Your blood results are improving. You’re making a remarkably fast recovery. Quite astonishing, actually. You’ll be moved to the psychiatry ward later today. You’ll have your own private room, but they have the appropriately trained staff to deal with someone… in your situation.”
“My situation? I’m sorry… I’m not crazy. I just have… what do they call it? Memory loss… or amnesia or what the fuck ever.”
His face became serious. Apparently my abrasive use of language wasn’t to his liking, but I didn’t give a fuck. He cleared his throat. “I’m well aware of that, sir, but the circumstances surrounding your arrival here lead us to believe that there’s more to your story. It’s just a precaution. Doctor Darrow will be able to keep a better watch on you there. The police will also be popping in to see you. We had to notify them of your arrival thanks to the suspicious circumstances. They will have questions for you too, no doubt.”
The hairs on the back of my neck stood to attention and my jaw tensed. Okay, so Doctor Sexy would be looking after me. I’d deal with that. But the police? Fuck, why did the mention of them have me on edge? I muttered expletives under my breath and Doctor Clayton responded in a similar way, but I couldn’t make out his words. No doubt more complaints about my language. And then he thankfully left the room.
I drifted in and out of sleep for a while until my door opened again and in came two male orderlies. They began to gather up my charts and various other bits of hospital paraphernalia. One of the guys came to the head of my bed.
“Hi there, pal. We’re movin’ you up to psych. I’ll help you into the wheelchair and you get comfy. We’ll get you there in a jiffy.” I’m pretty sure that’s what he said. His accent was the strongest one I’d come across so far. He helped me clamber down from the bed, and I flopped ungracefully into the chair. My legs were so damned weak; I stood there trembling like Bambi on ice. Something tugged at my dick, and I winced. I felt around discreetly and found a catheter.
Fuck!
The orderly threw a pale blue blanket over my legs and stood behind the chair in readiness. The other guy, the quiet one, held the door open as we passed him. He walked beside us as we made our way down the corridor and into the elevator. Once the doors closed, I watched as the numbers flicked up two floors higher than where we’d been before and braced myself for the car to come to a halt. When it did, the doors opened and I was wheeled down a corridor and through some keypad-entry double doors with a sign over them that said Department of Mental Health. Finally we arrived in a side room and the guys helped me into the bed and arranged my blankets around me before leaving me to rest.
The small amount of exercise had completely exhausted me and I barely had time to wonder when I’d see Doc McSexy before my head hit the pillow and my eyes closed.
Chapter Three
Kelly
I was staring into space for around the hundredth time that day when someone knocked on my door.
“Come!” I shouted. Alex Clayton walked in and perched himself on the edge of my desk as he always did when he stopped by. He was my manager and mentor and I had the utmost respect for the man, but his intensity could be a little overwhelming. He was around fifteen years my senior and had a real air of superiority about him, and I had yet to see him smile. It was clear today was not going to be the day he chose to break that mould.
“Your latest patient is now in situ on your ward, Kelly. I trust that you’ll wish to see him.”
I leaned back in my chair and linked my fingers together. Oh Alex, you have no idea how much I want to see him… and that’s definitely not a good thing. “Thanks, Alex. How did he seem?” Apart from incredibly hot, dangerous, and masculine… I shook my head in case my train of thought escaped through my mouth.
Folding his arms across his chest, he took a deep breath in through his flared nostrils. “Well, in my opinion I see some aggression there. He likes his colourful language,” he said whilst scrunching his nose as if noticing an acrid odour.
I nodded. “Hmm, I see. Has he asked any questions? Made any comments?” For example, “Is it ethical to take my doctor out on a date?”
“Only that he doesn’t know why he’s here or who he is. But I’m guessing you knew that already.”
“Yes. That’s nothing new. I’ll need to spend some time with him trying to discover who he is. And I’m guessing the police will have a million questions too.”
“Speaking of which, my secretary contacted the police again. She gave them what information we have, and they ran the name though the UK missing persons databases and nothing came up. They’ve contacted the FBI in the US since he awoke and we heard his accent. The Scottish police have been in contact with them too and they ran the name by them, but again… nothing. He’s clearly not missed, which is strange considering the mention of Rosa in the note he had in his possession.”
I sighed, trying to allow the frustration to vacate my body. “It begs the question ‘Is he all that he seems?’ I’ll pop my head in before I go home.” As I said this, my heart did a funny little skip in my chest. Oh no… not good.
Alex stood and made his way to the door. “Okay. But… Kelly, just be careful. There’s something about him. I… can’t quite put my finger on it, and maybe I’m being overly judgemental—I never did like tattoos—but be careful, okay? Don’t spend time alone with him unless absolutely necessary, and make sure you have your personal alarm with you at all times and use it if necessary.”
I smiled and nodded my silent agreement. But his warning words sent a cold chill down my spine. For the past few days—since the incident with Dermott—all I’d wanted to do was be alone with Cameron.
Like my subconscious told me before, not good.
Sooo not good.
I locked my filing cabinets, grabbed my coat and bag and placed my hand at my waist to feel the alarm was still in place. I chewed on my lip for a moment, toying with the idea of taking Alex’s advice; but I never left the building with my alarm and it seemed silly to do so today as I was only popping in briefly on my way out. Deciding that I would simply keep my distance from him and stay by the door, I removed the device and placed it in my desk drawer before locking it. I left my office, closing the door behind me, and with a mixture of excitement and trepidation, I began to walk down the corridor toward Cameron’s room. The closer I got to his room, the more my pulse began to race; I considered going back to retrieve the device. My heart thundered in my chest and I had to breathe slowly to calm my jangling nerves. I decided I was being ridiculous and so I knocked lightly on the door and waited to hear his panties-melting voice.
“Yeah, come in,” he called in that deliciously deep, gravelly, American intonation. Taking one last long breath, I pushed open the door and stepped inside.
“Hello. How’re you feeling today?” I asked with a polite smile.
His mouth curved up at one side slightly and a dimple appeared in his cheek. “I think I’m gonna make a recording of my answer to that damn question… save my energy.” His voice had dropped to a sultry whisper and I swear I felt the vibrations of it travel right down my spine and pulse at my clit. His narrowed eyes locked on me with an intense smoulder and for a moment I was unable to speak. I watched as his gaze left mine, travelled down to my chest and back up. My nipples stood to attention and when his eyes were on mine again his mouth curved up into a fu
ll-blown, heart-squeezing, pant-inducing smile. He clearly knew he was affecting me and I felt the heat of arousal rise in my cheeks.
I blinked rapidly and cleared my throat. “Sorry, I’m sure you get asked that hourly.”
Raising his eyebrows, he laughed lightly. “Ya think?”
I began to relax and thoughts of my alarm became a fuzzy ball at the back of mind as I stepped closer. “So, any more memories coming back to you?” He tilted his head to one side and observed my face intently and I involuntarily reached up and touched my hair. After a few silent moments he rubbed at the stubble on his chin and it made a soft scratching noise that I wanted to replicate with my own fingers. I knotted my hands in front of me as butterflies skittered around inside of me. My question hung in the air between us for what felt like ages, and I found myself stepping towards him again. I was standing close beside his bed now, my gaze fixed on his, like a moth drawn to a glowing light. The lack of alarm at my waist heightened my senses; yet any sense of danger I had was of a purely sexual nature.
“Nope.” He eventually huffed sulkily.
After remembering what it was I had asked, I nodded, skimming my gaze over his lips and feeling mine part. “I see. Okay, well, I’m just about to go home for the day, so I’ll pop in and see you tomorrow. Get some rest.”
He grabbed my arm, and I yelped as he yanked me down so that my face was inches from his. Suddenly the fact that my alarm was sitting in my desk drawer was a huge issue. My breathing became fast and ragged in a fight-or-flight manner, my heart leapt, and I swallowed hard. Anxiety spiked within me and I made another strange little squeak of fear. In the back of my mind I was aware that I was making no attempts to pull away. Strangely the only thought on a loop at that moment was that I liked the fact his fingers could circle my wrist completely and that the slight hint of pain would be so easily soothed by his tongue and lips. What the hell is wrong with me? I should be screaming, not squeezing my thighs together for friction. This is crazy. This is not me. Or… or is it?
He growled through clenched teeth, “I’m done resting. I want out of here, sweetheart. You hear me? I need to get out and find out what the fuck is going on. This shit is freaking me out.” His stare penetrated me and I suddenly felt naked as his eyes travelled down to my cleavage. The position I was in gave him a great view. He licked his lips and I tried to breathe steadily.
As calmly as I could I told him, “I suggest you let go of my arm, sir. Or I’ll be forced to call for security.” Damn my voice for coming out so breathy and lustful. This isn’t a game, Kelly.
He slipped his other hand up to my hip and tingles followed in the wake of his touch. He grunted. “Funny, I don’t see that little alarm thing you had yesterday.” He must have noticed my eyes widen as he continued with an evil smirk. “I’m guessing that’s what it is seeing as you’re always checking it’s there. And now it’s not. You know, I could really take advantage of that fact, now couldn’t I?” He gave a dark chuckle and leaned closer still. Closing his eyes for a moment, he inhaled through his nose. Another shiver travelled down my spine as I watched him. I found it strangely erotic that he was inhaling my perfume—and the eager wetness in my panties was equally as disturbing as his actions.
He opened his eyes and whispered, “Fuck, you smell good. I could eat you right up.”
I twisted and pulled my wrist, freeing myself from his grip. “I think you should keep those sorts of opinions and comments to yourself, John Doe,” I replied with a sneer, feeling slightly guilty for the threat implied in using the name given to unidentified dead bodies. But I needed to distance myself from him emotionally. It was insane to allow the thoughts and urges that had been rampaging through me since I met him.
He laughed in that husky gravel of his. “Ouch, so now I’m John Doe, huh?” He shook his head as his expression changed. Regret replaced the malice that had been there only seconds before. “Look, I’m sorry, okay? I really don’t know who the fuck I am.” He rubbed his hands over his bearded face and leaned his head back. When he turned to face me, his features had softened. “Forgive me?” he whispered.
Even though my head was screaming at me to not be so utterly stupid and unprofessional, my insides had turned to jelly either through arousal or fear… or maybe a little of both. I nodded. “Forgiven,” I breathed.
He closed his eyes again. “Thank you. See you tomorrow, Kelly.”
I inhaled sharply. I’d kill Annie for telling him my bloody name.
All through my walk home, the image of his face so close to mine and the masculine scent of his skin whirred around my brain. The vividness of his blue irises shot with the slightest hint of silver that I noticed due to being in such close proximity to him. A mixture of anger and arousal crawled through me, and I shuddered against the cold night air. I should have reported the incident immediately. It was so incredibly reckless of me not to go straight to Alex and confirm that his suspicions were, in fact, correct. But what good would it do my patient? Of course Cameron was angry. I’d feel the same if I awoke in hospital in a foreign country thousands of miles from wherever home was. No… he hadn’t actually harmed me, and as a mental health professional, I recognised that his remorse was genuine; monitoring the situation was the best thing to do. I’d give him the benefit of the doubt… this time.
Once home and through my door, feeling dirty for my misguided fantasies, I rushed to the bathroom, stripped out of my clothes, and turned on the shower. I needed to wash this feeling away. I would have to seriously consider handing him over to another doctor if this continued. My job and potentially my life were on the line, judging by his earlier display of aggressive dominance.
After pulling the tie from my hair, I climbed under the cascade of hot water. Grabbing the shower gel—the fragrance of which my patient was so taken by—I squeezed a generous blob onto my palm and began to wash my tense, aching muscles, kneading as I lathered my skin.
As I rubbed the soap over my body, I thought about the intensity of Cameron’s piercing blue eyes again. The closeness of his face and the way in which he’d grabbed my wrist. As I closed my eyes and grazed my nipples with my palms, desire began to coil deep within me and my hand began to move lower… lower… lower, until my fingers found my dampness and swollen clit. I sighed as I began to tease the flesh there and my breathing rate increased. The more my arousal took over, the faster my fingers worked as images of Cameron’s muscular, tattooed arms sprang into my mind. His large hand around my slender wrist; his jaw clenched and brow furrowed. I tugged at my nipple, imagining it to be his rough fingers, and I was transported back to his room again. Only this time I was underneath him on the bed and he was grasping me with one hand, tugging my sensitive, erect nipple with his lips, swirling his tongue around the taut flesh, and teasing my clit with the other hand as he pushed my thighs apart with the thickness of his own and stared down at me.
Pulling away, he spoke through perfect, white, gritted teeth. “Fuck, you smell good. I could eat you up. But for now I’ll settle for making you come… hard.”
My subconscious had added the last part, but oh my word did it do the job and I cried out as a fierce orgasm ripped through my tightly strung body. Pleasure rocketed throughout every nerve fibre as each muscle clenched and unclenched, pulsating with overwhelming ecstasy.
My legs buckled and I sank to the floor of the shower enclosure.
As I floated back down to earth—back to reality—I removed my fingers, letting the hot water run down between my legs as I rested my head against the cool surface of the tiles. I closed my eyes and was suddenly overcome with professional anger. What the hell is wrong with me? I’m losing my grip. Tears of self-loathing stung at my eyes and I really did begin to question my own sanity.
Cameron was the dangerous unknown and I usually hated the unknown, let alone the element of danger. In fact I feared the unknown with every fibre of my prissy being. Hence the reason that the only person I’d had sex with since uni. was Dermott… from uni! He
was safe and I didn’t have to feel emotion. I could just enjoy the release. So why the fuck was I thinking so intimately about this complete stranger who’d apparently tried to take his own life and had intimidated me so easily? This man that I knew nothing about, other than he had an unstable state of mind and a penchant for tattoos and aggression towards women. Hell, even he didn’t know who he was! Stupid, stupid woman.
Once I was dried and dressed in my pyjamas, I opened a bottle of red wine and sat in silence as I drank the deep, blood-red liquid in the hope that it would help me to sleep without any unwanted dreams.
Sadly, the alcohol only seemed to intensify my lust.
Once again I was beneath Cameron in a large bed. His broad, powerful frame loomed over me, but in a strange way I felt safe with him. Adored even. I stared up into those intense but crystal-clear, blue eyes. The most wonderful sensations bloomed from where we were joined and travelled right to the ends of my fingers and toes. His gaze was lust filled and I reached up to touch his cheek. He tilted his face, closed his eyes and sucked my thumb into the warm wetness of his mouth. When his eyes met mine again, there was something more there. It wasn’t only lust I saw. He moved his cock deep within me as his thick, toned arms held his body aloft, caging me in. My nipples brushed the hard planes of his tattooed chest and he bent to suck one into his mouth. He bit down, causing a split second of pain followed by intense pleasure as he soothed me with the tip of his tongue, stroking and teasing the tightened peak. I lifted my legs and locked them around his back as he slid his rigid length in and out of my body with delicious ease, teasing my sensitive, swollen clit until I felt myself tightening around him. He clenched his jaw and made a guttural sound as he began to thrust deeper and harder. I was so aroused and filled with need for him.
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