Nurse Chloe Bennett is a dedicated healer. Her job means everything to her, and she needs it to support her family. When she finds herself in the middle of yet another Code Blue, she questions the unexplained deaths.
Doctor Brad Markson is a world renowned cardiac surgeon. Brilliant, powerful, and sinfully sexy! He does not tolerate losing patients. When his patient mysteriously dies, he looks for answer.
The two work together to unravel the sinister events surrounding the deaths at Washington Memorial Hospital, and soon find themselves fighting for their lives in this fast paced, erotic thriller. When Chloe becomes the center of suspicion, she is surprised to find she has an ally in the gorgeous Dr. Markson.
Shy, sweet Chloe is unable to resist him with his sultry blue eyes and wickedly sexy smile. His passionate kisses ignite her body, and his mere touch induces shivering pleasure. She doesn't know if she’s ready to give away her heart after her traumatic past, and Brad is battling career demons of his own.
Can the two learn to trust each other? Will they live long enough to find love and happiness…or will there be two more deaths?
The words were muffled against his neck as she bathed his skin with her tongue, sending coils of raw lust circling through him. Her hand found the front of his pants again, her fingers eagerly groping him. Her touch was awkward, uncertain with her stroke and grip, but he found her inexperience strangely provocative. His body tensed, his muscles trembling from the struggle of restraint. Moisture popped out on his forehead with the strained effort. As she stroked him, she latched on to a patch of skin on his neck and suckled greedily. His cock twitched, growing harder behind the fabric as it begged for a more intimate touch. He lost it. Groaning roughly, he shoved her back against the wall.
“Fuck, Chloe. You’re making me crazy!”
“I want you...Brad.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking!” He grated roughly near her temple. His hips were already thrusting against her, trapping her hand between their bodies.
She turned her head, and he caught the dark amber of her gaze.
“I want you to…fuck me, Brad.”
“Oh, God…” he grunted, fighting for control and miserably losing the battle. Her bold words arrowed straight to his cock and it became a demanding throb throughout his body. He held up his head. “Chloe, I don’t do relationships.”
She stared, wide-eyed, and he saw her throat work down a swallow. She nodded and relief washed over him.
“Let’s go to my apartment,” he whispered, taking her hand in his. But she didn’t budge; her feet stayed firmly rooted in place.
“No. I want you now.” There was a hitch in her voice he couldn’t quite decipher. Was she afraid he’d change his mind?
The look on her face ignited him. Gritting his teeth, he flipped her around and pushed her flat against the wall. A shocked breath whooshed from her lungs, but she stayed still, her head turned to the side with her cheek crushed against the smooth concrete. His body crowded behind her, his hips grinding against the curve of her ass, rubbing his aching cock into her. He was losing his mind, a slave to his aggressive needs. He ignored all the reasons he shouldn’t be doing this.
“Is this what you want, Chloe?” His hoarse voice pelted her ear and he bit her lobe. “Is this the reason you came to my office the other morning—to get fucked?”
As he spilled the words, his fingers gathered up the folds of her skirt, hiking the material to her waist. He was annoyed when he saw her plain, white cotton panties, a fleeting reminder of her innocence. Angry at himself and his inability to resist her, he fisted the thin material and violently ripped it away, discarding it somewhere behind him. He wedged a knee between her legs and forced her to widen her stance.