Scanning the area, she saw the metal table beside the bed. A bottle of wine stuffed in a silver bucket, swam in water. Oxygen plugs dotted the wall above the bed. A nervous twitch pulsed under her right eye. "Oh shit, I think we're in a fertility clinic."
Ross jumped to his feet, and then just as quickly sank back to the bed. He held his head in his hands. "That's not possible. I'm wearing a patch."
"Me, too, but we're in some type of medical center." Kayla stood and jerked the sheet off the bed on her way to the closet. She hit a button, and the enclosure opened. Her suit hung inside a cleaning unit, pressed and ready to wear. Ross's clothes hung beside hers.
She turned and ran smack into Ross's chest. His woodsy cologne and body heat blasted through her senses. A burning need for sex gathered quickly in her core.
He caught her waist. "Between the pounding in my head and the ache in my cock, I can't focus on anything but you." His gaze locked on her mouth. "I realize we don't know each other very well but..." He eased closer, and his rock-hard erection hit her abdomen. "We must have had sex during the night, but for some reason I want you again."
The seductive sound of his voice played over her skin like the pulsating beat of a sexual mu-vo. The music and picture of her favorite one flashed through her mind and her pussy clenched.
Unable to resist, Kayla released the sheet and the silky satin caressed her skin on its way to the floor. She stroked her hands through the curly hair on his chest. Need played across her nerve endings.
He licked his lips and whispered, "I'm sorry, but..."
His mouth claimed her in an onslaught of desire. The prodding demands of his tongue stole past her lips and into her mouth. Raw flavors exploded across her taste buds. Her head spun in dizzying circles. Hands, lips, tongue, all worked together to squelch her resistance.