I stared up at him. “You’re not wrong,” I admitted in a whisper.
Dr. Preston stepped close to me again, pulling me into his arms. This time, his kiss was gentle though I could still feel the urgency in it. His hands slid down my back to cup my hips, bringing me closer to his hard body. I kissed him back with innocent passion that had been bottled up inside me for so long.
A knock on the door made me jump and I pulled away from him.
“What’s wrong?” he whispered. “Were you expecting someone else?”
I shook my head. “No.” I glanced at my watch. “Damn.”
“What?”
I went over to the door and opened it. Dr. Preston quickly turned his back to the door so he wouldn’t be recognized. A guy and a girl stood on the other side, music in hand.
“Um, we reserved this room for 8:30,” the girl said, ho
