Doctor's Addiction (Doctor's passion Series 1)

CHAPTER THREE

This is the point when I tell you about myself. Well, I am a nurse and a sister to Tracy. I invited them to see me here in Paris but I unfortunately got a trip and left them all at our family's crib. I am currently just single and searching just like so many other 25 year olds out there. And then, my story begins.

When I screeched, Joshua put his arm around me tightly and just held me while I got control of myself. I felt a little silly, and hoped I didn't make him have second thoughts about me for being such a baby. This is the last thing I could ever want to happen. I finally looked up at him but he had wafted his eyes from the movie and was now staring down at me, and I froze.

It was one of those moments when you know, you just know, that your life is about to change forever, and when he slowly leaned his face toward mine, I caught my breath, but I didn't look away. I held perfectly still until his eyes were only inches from my own, and then I let my eyelids fall shut.

A moment later, I felt his lips touch mine. I've never felt anything softer or more wondrous than that first kiss. It was chaste, not rushing, not pushing, and it lasted for only a few seconds, but it was absolutely the most marvelous kiss in the history of men and women kissing each other. I was lost in it, and even though I knew he had pulled his lips away, I sat there, my eyes closed, my lips still slightly puckered and slightly open, just savoring how wonderful it had been and then I felt him move again, felt his face approaching mine again, and this time the kiss held all the passion and desire that we both had pent up inside us.

I let my lips open a bit more, and his tongue found mine, danced with it in a gentle waltz that I could never have imagined possible. Every kiss I'd ever had before had been full of desire and demand, a guy wanting what guys want, but when Joshua kissed me, it wasn't that way. Was there desire? Of course there was, on both of our parts, but the kiss said so much more than that. It said, Let us go slow babe. I want us to explore this and be sure before we let anything go out of hand. I just hate regrets. I had never been kissed by any man who was anything like Joshua Sanders and I knew that all the way to core of my soul.

His hands were on my shoulders, and then they were cradling my face, and my arms were around his neck as our faces touched; when we broke from the kiss, he didn't push me back to stare at me, but pulled me close, putting his arms around me and holding me close to him. We stayed like that for a few minutes, and then Joshua kissed my cheek and pulled back. I think we probably should watch the movie, he said, and something in his tone told me that he was a bit afraid things would go too far if we let them. A certain part of me wanted to be his so much that I almost wished we could just abandon ourselves to whatever might happen, but there was one thing holding me back. I couldn't help but wonder what Joshua would think me but I really hoped he would keep on loving me.

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The sunlight streaming in the bedroom window wakes me. Oh, it is Monday already, Mondays always came around too quickly, I grumble while mentally picturing him without any pants on. Oh God, what is wrong with me? Getting enough of him is impossible. Just like a fairy tale. It must be time to bring someone else on board .Hopefully that won't be a problem after Friday, I think, sauntering into the elevator, rolling my eyes at Joshua's impatient and tapping foot.

If I recall, it wasn't me who wanted to stay in bed this morning. I quietly shifted and turned in the bed, my gaze from his eyes to his mouth and back again. It got the desired effect and lit a fire in his eyes. It didn't take him long to also wake up. He parted his lips with a soft whisper, still drowsy.

"Good morning sweet sunshine?" He saluted me.

"Good morning sweet papaya." I replied while kicking out of the sheets.

"I hate to tell you this but we are late for work. Let me prepare. I guess you should too." She told him while tugging the bunk bed cover off him and then running to the bathroom.

"I am going to kill you Sheila, I really am, I swear." he screamed while running after me.

But he didn't kill me of course. He just kissed me when he got to me and then suggested that I showered first. That moment it all hit me. I wondered what I was afraid of in the first place. When I lied to him that I was a virgin, he just told me that he would wait until the day I was ready and willing to change that status. He however admitted that he was a little frustrated by it. And this made me happy in ways I couldn't explain.

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