Chapter Eleven
Maddie turned on him, eyes flashing. “You,” she hissed. “Outside. Now.”
She swept past him, her a*s wiggling as her heels clicked on the tiles. He’d bet the farm she had no panties on.
Again.
Was this a thing with her?
It had taken all his self-control this morning to not ask her when she’d entered the kitchen wearing the same outfit as she had in Chicago. And to not touch her to find out for himself. His c**k jerked in his jeans. He wanted to touch her. Badly. His mouth salivated at the thought of cupping her curves in his palm. Of finally sliding his hand between her thighs to discover just how wet she was.
Jesus.
He needed to tone that s**t down fast. The last thing Maddie needed was to see him with a raging hard-on at the hospital.
As soon as the ICU doors closed
