Flirting with the Society Doctor / When One Night Isn't Enough (19 page)

“Would that be so bad?” he asked gently, taking her fingers into his and pulling her hand away from her mouth.

She closed her eyes. “Yes.”

“Why?”

“Quit asking me why!”

“Then I’ll ask you to love me, Faith, because I want your love every day for the rest of our lives.”

She blinked. “Since when?”

“Since you walked out on me and took my heart with you.”

Her face squished into contorted confusion. “What are you saying?”

He smiled down at her. “What I’ve been trying to say since you walked into this room.”

Faith’s heart tapped a wild beat in her chest. Could it be true? Could he be telling her what she thought he was telling her? Could this really be happening? Did she want this to be happening?

And if it was, could she take a chance on Vale? Could she believe he could really love her? Could really want to spend his life with her and wouldn’t leave her? Oh, God, what if he left?

But what if he didn’t ever leave?

What if he really did love her and wanted to be with her for ever? Wouldn’t that be worth any risk?

“Tell me,” she whispered, staring into his eyes and
seeing everything she couldn’t quite believe reflected in the way he was looking at her.

“I love you, Faith.” He cupped her face, brushing his thumb along her jaw line. “With all my heart and all my soul and all that I am, I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life giving my love to you. Open up and let me.”

She hadn’t dreamed it was possible. Hadn’t even contemplated what he was saying as a realistic possibility.

But Vale didn’t hide his emotions, didn’t attempt to mask them. He let his feelings for her shine in his eyes and she basked in the glory, letting his love thaw the wall she’d protected her heart behind since the day her father had walked out, since the first time she’d watched her mother walk down the aisle.

“This is crazy,” Vale muttered, and took her in his arms before she could say anything. “If you won’t let me tell you, if you won’t believe my words, I’m going to show you.”

With an offer like that on the table, Faith held her tongue. But when his lips covered hers, she kissed him back with the desperation of a woman who’d thought she’d forever lost the man she loved. With the joy of a woman who’d found him again.

Loved. Oh, God. She loved Vale.

With all her heart and all her being. Which left her so vulnerable. But if he was just as vulnerable to her, if he was there to look out for her vulnerable heart and vice versa, everything would be okay, right?

Oh! She couldn’t think about that right now. Not when Vale’s hands were everywhere. Cupping her face, tangled in her hair, beneath her blouse.

She didn’t stop him when he made haste of ridding her of her clothes. Didn’t stop him when he laid her back naked on the table while he shed his suit in record speed.

She certainly didn’t stop him when he spread her legs and thrust inside her. She clung to his shoulders, clung to his body, loving him with all her heart and all her body.

Deeper and deeper he surged inside her, taking her back to that magical place she’d called Cape May but which had really been in his arms. Taking her back to explosive ecstasy.

Her thighs spasmed in sweet, hot throbs, pulsing in rhythm with her heartbeat. With his heartbeat.

Their heartbeat.

“I love you,” she mouthed on the peak of her orgasm, feeling his body tighten against hers, feeling him lose his control and explode deep inside her.

Body slick with sweat, he rested his forehead against hers and stared into her eyes. “You’ll marry me?”

She bit the inside of her lower lip. “Marriage scares me.”

“I won’t settle for less, Faith. I want the world to know you’re mine.”

“And that you’re mine?”

“I am yours, Faith. Completely and irrevocably. I’ll never leave you. Trust me.”

Heart slamming against her ribcage, she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him close. “It’s not as if I really have a choice, is it? Now that you’ve made up your mind you want to marry me, you won’t stop till I say yes.”

“We Wakefields always get what we want.”

She smiled up at him, awe still filling her at the magic this man had brought into her life. “You do realize that if we marry, I’ll be a Wakefield, too?”

He looked at her with pure unadulterated love reflecting in his eyes. “And what is it you want, Faith? Because I’ll give you anything within my power.”

“You.”

“You have me. Always and for ever.”

They dressed slowly—so slowly they ended up undressed again rather than clothed.

This time Vale made love to her more slowly, gently, staring into her eyes with each thrust of his body into hers. Deeper and deeper until he was so tangled with her she didn’t know where she ended and he began.

Her breaths came in ragged pants. Her heart beat thudded in arrhythmic bursts. Her soul merged with his.

When he came, she cried out his name, cradling him in her body, stunned by what they’d shared.

Stunned by how loved she felt.

Stunned by how much she trusted him.

Stunned by the fact they’d made love twice without protection.

“Vale?”

“Hmm?”

“I do love you and I will marry you, but I’m not ready for a baby.”

He rose up on his elbow, staring down at her. “No? I’m in no rush to start a family. The idea of having you to myself for a while appeals.” He waggled his brows knowingly. “But when you’re ready to start trying for a baby, I’ll be an eager participant.” His lips quirked into a half-smile. “What are you ready for, Faith?”

“You did offer me my job back,” she reminded him, sitting up and reaching for her clothes.

He watched her replace her bra, fastening the hooks between her breasts. “I also offered to come to work for you.”

“I doubt starting a new business and getting married at the same time would be a wise decision.” She pulled
her blouse over her head, straightening the material at her waist, and looked around the table for her panties. Looking way too sexy, he held up her panties like a prized trophy. Faith rolled her eyes and snatched her silky underwear from him. “I loved working here with you, our research and the progress we’re making on Parkinson’s.”

He sat up, pulled on his boxer briefs and slacks. Not bothering with his shirt, he leaned against the table. She tucked her blouse into her skirt. He stood silent a few minutes, then shifted his gaze to her.

“If starting your own clinic is what you want, we’ll make it happen, do our research there.” He sucked in a deep breath, met her gaze. “I don’t want us being together to stand in the way of your dreams. Not ever.”

Straightening from slipping her shoes back onto her feet so he wouldn’t tower over her, she turned to him. Vale was a top-notch neurosurgeon, used to having his way, leading the pack. Was he seriously saying he’d help her build a neurology practice of her own?

“You’d really come work for me if I wanted my own clinic?”

He nodded. “In a heartbeat.”

She stared at him in wonder, seeing the sincerity shining in his eyes. “I believe you would.”

One corner of his mouth lifted and he gave a low laugh. “Haven’t you figured out the truth yet, Faith? I’d move the world if that’s what it took to make you happy, to make you mine for ever.”

“No moving the world necessary.” Pressing her palms to his bare chest, she smiled up at him, happier than she could recall ever being. “But I would like my dog back.”

He grinned. “About that …”

Faith narrowed her gaze, giving him a playful glare. “What have you done to my poor Yoda?”

He held up his arm, displaying the tiny teeth marks. “Your poor Yoda is anything but poor. We need to work on his people skills.”

Faith rubbed her finger over the red spots. “He was just trying to defend my honor.”

“We need to sit down and have a talk with him, let him know that in the future that’s my job.”

“Where is Yoda?”

“At Sharon’s.”

“Sharon’s?” Faith shook her head in wry amusement. Her friend had sure played it cool that evening. Faith had never suspected a thing. “She was in on this? Agreed to watch Yoda?”

He shook his head. “Nope, but I shut the little Cujo into her bedroom along with water, food, and newspaper. I figure he should be okay there for a few hours until she comes home and finds him.”

Uh-oh. Faith grimaced. “You didn’t happen to notice if her closet door was shut, did you?”

Looking confused, Vale shrugged. “I didn’t notice. Why?”

Faith started laughing. “You are going to be in so much trouble when she discovers Yoda. Sharon isn’t Yoda’s biggest fan.”

“See …” he grinned “… another example of needing to work on your dog’s people skills.”

“Maybe it’s just Wakefields he takes issue with.”

“That may present a problem in the near future, then.”

She smiled up at him, loving the way he looked at her, at the warmth in his eyes. “Why’s that?”

He lifted her chin, kissed her. “Because just as soon as it can be arranged you’re going to be my wife, making you a Wakefield, too.”

T
HE
sun was shining on the first day of August. A gentle breeze blew in off the Atlantic and butterflies fluttered around the grounds of the Cape May lighthouse.

When Vale had first suggested having their wedding at the lighthouse, she’d thought he was teasing. When she’d realized he wasn’t, she’d agreed that the lighthouse was the perfect place to start the rest of their lives.

Unlike his cousin’s wedding, they’d opted for small, and had somehow managed to keep their upcoming nuptials out of the press.

Faith had invited her mother and stepfather, a beaming Mrs. Beasley, and a couple of friends from med school and work. Vale had his mother, Sharon, Angela, their parents, and Marcus Fishe, who served as his best man. Sharon stood next to Faith as her matron of honor.

Vale had also invited Steve, but mostly so the handsome footballer’s presence could get under Sharon’s skin.

All Wakefields apparently enjoyed getting under people’s skins and based on how the former beauty queen kept stealing glances at her estranged husband her skin was crawling.

Vale had wanted to marry at the top of the lighthouse, but had conceded that Faith would have problems with the one hundred and ninety-nine steps in her wedding gown.

He’d offered to carry her, but thoughts of him being too tired for their wedding night had Faith convincing him that standing just behind the lighthouse on the grassy fenced lawn would be perfect, and a lot less windy for their photos.

Faith had struggled with asking stepfather number six to walk her down the aisle and had ended up deciding to walk alone. Her mother had seemed to understand. Vale, however, had wanted to track down her real father, to help her put to rest her abandonment issues. She’d assured him that he’d already done that by loving her. She didn’t need anything more to have her happily-ever-after.

When the wedding march began to play, Faith walked to the man she loved with all her heart. The stubborn man who had so much pride and arrogance, but also the capacity to love her fully, completely, and without holding anything back.

The man who gave her so much. The whole world.

He was her whole world.

She handed her simple bouquet of wildflowers to Sharon, then turned to face the man she’d spend the rest of her life loving and being loved by.

The only other member of the wedding party was a tiny cream-colored poodle with a tiny black bowtie collar.

Yoda followed Faith down the aisle, sat at her feet, and quirked his head in silence at the vows being exchanged.

“I do,” Faith promised, not able to keep the tears of joy from her eyes as she slid the ring onto the third finger of Vale’s left hand.

When he took her hand in his, stared deeply into her eyes, his love shining as brightly as the sun above them, happy bubbles danced in her belly.

“I do,” he promised, placing the golden band symbolizing
that promise on Faith’s finger. “For ever and always, I do.”

Her insides melted and her knees wobbled.

“You may now kiss your bride,” the minister told Vale.

His hands caressed her neck, holding her as if she were a fragile flower. “I love you, Mrs. Wakefield.”

Then he kissed her, sealing his promise for all time.

Faith returned his kiss, knowing deep in her heart that, although there would be times of troubled waters just as there were in any relationship, their love would light the course safely back to each other.

WENDY S. MARCUS
is not a lifelong reader. As a child, she never burrowed under her covers with a flashlight and a good book. In senior English, she skimmed the classics, reading the bare minimum required to pass the class. Wendy found her love of reading later in life, in a box of old paperbacks at a school fundraiser where she was introduced to the romance genre in the form of a Harlequin Superromance. Since that first book, she’s been a voracious reader of romance often times staying up way too late to reach the happy ending before letting herself go to sleep.

Wendy lives in the beautiful Hudson Valley region of New York with her husband, two of their three children, and their beloved dog, Buddy. A nurse by trade, Wendy has a master’s degree in health care administration. After years of working in the medical profession, she’s taken a radical turn to writing hot contemporary romances with strong heroes, feisty heroines, and lots of laughs. Wendy loves hearing from readers. Please visit her at www.WendySMarcus.com.

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