Fuel To The Fire (New Adult Contemporary Romance) Read Online Free Page A

lead
Marco over to the trauma center to check out Team Panata’s sole heir and only
driver in the field. Word is, he’s going to lose Red Bull and his ride if he
doesn’t start driving like a superstar.
    On race
day, this place is packed with medical personnel, the occasional driver, and
race fans who have succumbed to the heat, or too much alcohol, or any number of
medical issues that sometimes occur during the race. On a Monday morning, the
place is next to deserted. I pick an exam room and direct my patient to remove
his Nomex race suit.
    “I told
you doc, I’m fit as a fiddle,” Marco complains.
    “I’m not
your doctor, I’m a trauma nurse and I’ll decide how fit you are. Now please
remove your suit so I can complete my exam.”
    Reluctantly
he removes his suit, but balks when it comes to the fireproof underwear.
    “Seriously?”
I complain. “You afraid I might see something I haven’t already seen before?”
    He
complies. When I’m working and a patient undresses in front of me, it usually
doesn’t register, no matter attractive he may be. I’m working so that part of
my mind stays switched off for the duration. For some reason when it comes to
Marco Panata, I can’t seem to do that.
    I try
not to stare as the Nomex undergarments slide down over his broad shoulders,
revealing his smooth muscular chest. I watch the soft material slide down to
reveal the most mouthwatering set of six pack abs I have ever seen. My eyes
caress his every muscle as the material slips down over his narrow hips only to
reveal—
    I snap
my eyes shut. I can’t be thinking about his manhood when I am supposed to be
giving him a medical exam. But I can’t help myself. He has certainly been
blessed in that all-important department.
    “Doc,
what’re you doing?”
    I let
slip an involuntary gasp, and my hand freezes on his hip. Oh my god, was I
about to cop a feel?
    “S-sorry
Mister Pan...Marco, I just noticed something...Uh, do you have any pain here?”
    “Where?”
he asks with a mischievous smile forming on his lips.
    “Your...your
hip. I was just wondering if you were hurting there...on...your hip.”
    “My hip
is fine doc, but I think I’ve got some swelling elsewhere...”
    “Some
swelling?” I ask, not getting his meaning. Then it hits me. The man is getting
a hard on, right in front of me. This cannot be happening. I’m a trauma nurse
and I’m supposed to be giving this man a medical exam so he can finish his
practice laps.
    “Come on
doc, aren’t you going to find out why?”
    “I-I’m
n-not your doctor.”
    “Okay
Nurse Carrie, I just think that maybe you should get a closer look.” he insists.
    Before I
can form a suitable reply he takes two steps towards me, closing the distance
between our two bodies. I start to step back when his hands find my hips and he
pulls me into his body and his very rigid member. I let out an involuntary gasp
as his manhood presses insistently against my groin. I can feel my body respond
to his. I put my hands against his amazing, bare chest with the thought of
pushing him away but I just can’t seem to do it.
    His
hands run up my body. I lift my head, a protest on the tip of my tongue when
his mouth finds mine and desire completely overtakes me. His hands find the
fastener on my own fire proof suit and he begins to strip me bare. Within
seconds my Nomex suit, bra and panties are around my ankles, and before I can think
about being self-conscious about it he’s lifting me onto the exam table.
    I know I
shouldn’t be doing this. Unprofessionalism like this can ruin the career of a
team nurse faster than a car can go around the track. But I can’t help it. I am
beyond caring for anything but what my body is demanding. My hands push his
head down and my hips thrust upward, meeting his hot mouth.
    “What
the hell’s taking so long?” calls a voice from the doorway.
    Harvey
bursts into the trauma room. His mouth hangs open, he’s gawking like a
schoolboy.