Give it Up

by Lori Foster

  “I wish.” He couldn’t believe that he, Axel Dean, sexual addict, known hedonist, had given such an order. Especially with his boner still prodding her sweet behind. His brother would laugh his ass off. Cary, his best friend, would faint from shock. But he absolutely could not do this.

  The little darling on his lap didn’t budge. “If this is because I’m a virgin—”

  “And a baby.”

  “I am not a baby.”

  Proof positive right there. “You’re defensive as only the young can be.” He bodily lifted her from his lap and hastened to stand. His legs shook. Damn, he was horny. She’d given him a fantasy, then ripped it away with a cold dash of reality.

  Women could be so cruel.

  “Look,” he said, starting to worry. “Let’s forget this, okay? No need to tell anyone—”

  “And you called me a baby?” She yanked her pants up so hard, she almost lifted herself off her feet. “You can relax, you … you … tease.”

  “Tease!”

  She zipped and buttoned with undivided fury. “I have no intention of telling anyone that I was stupid enough, gullible enough, ridiculous enough to let you touch me.”

  Now he started to feel offended. “Gullible?”

  “Exactly. I thought you had other intentions. You misled me.”

  Axel leaned close. “You ungrateful brat. I made you come.”

  “Ha! You pulled up short, that’s what you did.”

  Oh, now she insulted his ability. Eyes narrowed, Axel accused, “You liked it.”

  Nose to nose with him, she said, “Prove it.” Then she sneered, “Oh wait, you’re afraid to. Virgins terrify you.”

  Heat and embarrassment reddened his face. Voice wooden, he snarled, “They don’t terrify me. They just complicate things.”

  “If I hadn’t told you, you wouldn’t even have known.”

  “Bullshit. I knew.” Sorta. He had noticed how tight she was, and that awe in her face when the orgasm took her spoke volumes, but …

  “You had no idea until I stupidly spilled my guts. And here I’d figured you for an experienced man. I thought I could have a little fun, learn a few things, then never have to see you again.”

  Of all the outlandish plans. “You were going to use me?”

  “Mutual use.” She sniffed as she stabbed her shirt back into the waistband of her pants. “But you had to go and ruin everything.”

  “Not everything,” Axel told her in a haze of anger. “You still don’t ever have to see me again.”

  “Thank God for small favors.” She turned her back and bent over.

  Staring at that sexy, upturned rump, Axel sucked in his breath, caught between taking her after all, and giving her a swift swat for her rudeness.

  She felt around on the ground until she located the matches, then straightened. “With any luck,” she yelled, starting along the path again, “you’ll be long gone before I return from lighting the torches.”

  “You can bet I will be,” Axel hollered right back. Then he realized he had yelled and drew himself up. Shit, he shouldn’t be making so much noise. He glanced up at the house, but luckily he didn’t see faces pressed to the glass, trying to determine the cause of the commotion.

  He turned, stomping back toward the house, praying his erection would be gone before he reached it. But it was so dark out. And that stubborn little female was so small …

  Guided by a conscience he hadn’t known existed, he hung back, lingering in the shadows, watching her. He told himself he’d make sure she got back to the house safe. Yeah, it was gentlemanly concern that kept him watching her. That’s all.

  He sure as hell wasn’t interested in a virginal post-teen.

  He kept track of her as she lit each torch before stomping on to another. At the pond, she paused. Her head dropped forward and for one single instant, she covered her face, filling Axel with guilt.

  Please don’t let her cry, he prayed. He detested crying women.

  In the next instant, she shook her fist at the sky, growled like a wild animal, and turned to plod up the path to the house.

  Axel grinned despite himself. She really was in a temper, all because she wanted him. Cute.

  No, scratch that.

  She wasn’t cute.

  She was a catastrophe waiting to happen. A virgin on the loose, with experimenting on her mind. Luckily, he’d escaped her clutches in time.

  Yeah, real lucky.

  Shit.

  He didn’t bother going back to the house. Elwood wouldn’t remember if he’d said good-bye or not. Axel dug his keys from his pocket and went around the house to the drive. He climbed into his BMW and slammed the door.

  All the way home, he groused to himself. Even with the windows down and the cool wind in his face, he burned. He kept remembering the feel of her, how she tasted, the look on her face as she came.

  And damn it, regardless of what common sense told him, he still wanted her.

  Now maybe more than ever.

  Chapter Three

  Libby punched her pillow hard, shoved it this way and that, but it didn’t help her get comfortable. And she knew why.

  For three weeks now, she’d tried to forget the big lug and his compelling dark eyes. Her first foray into sexual matters had been less than awe-inspiring—if she ignored the way he’d made her feel. But she couldn’t. She remembered it oh too well. Every single shiver and tremor and spark and gasp. It plagued her mind and left her achy and fidgety and … needy. She didn’t like it. She didn’t like him.

  So why couldn’t she get him out of her head?

  Flopping to her back and throwing an arm over her face, Libby tried to block out the memory of how exciting he’d been, how sexy—up until the moment he’d turned into such a jerk.

  He’d called her a baby. Now there was a laugh. Maturity was her middle name. Losing her mother so young had forced her to grow up quick, to plan her life long before most kids even thought about tomorrow¸ much less years down the road. She was mature all right—but given the tantrum she’d had on him, he’d never believe that now.

  Of course, she’d never see him again, so what did his beliefs matter?

  It mattered, blast him, because he’d gotten her all primed, showed her what she’d been missing, then turned as prim as a maiden aunt. All his suave, macho confidence had melted beneath sputtering incredulity.

  All because she was a little younger than him.

  How old was he anyway? Thirty-three or four? Certainly not old. Twelve years was no biggie. Not to her. Not to most men.

  She’d considered asking Uncle Elwood about him, but luckily she’d snuffed out that idea before it had a chance to take root. Her uncle would have a complete conniption fit if he ever found out that she’d been playing hanky-panky in his gardens. He wanted her to study, graduate nursing school, and remove herself from his responsibilities.

  And she would, as fast as humanly possible.

  This meant she needed to relegate good ole Brown Eyes to the status of an opportunity missed, and stop thinking of him. That should have been easy to do. Never before had she had a problem dismissing guys. First there’d been the grief for her mother. Then the uncertainty of living with Elwood. And her studies. Her determination.

  Guys just hadn’t factored into her priorities.

  Before meeting him.

  But now he had her so blasted curious, she thought she might implode. In one short, unsuccessful interlude, he’d managed to turn her into a sex maniac. She wanted to find out all there was to the whole intimacy game. Maybe the time had come for her to notice the masculine sex.

  Other guys wouldn’t mind her age or inexperience. She knew plenty of men, from college, from working, even from the hospital. When she smiled at them, they always smiled back. They seemed delighted by her attention. And a few of them even had dark brown eyes.

  Not eyes like his, but …

  Tough tootsies. Her choices were limited, so she’d have to make do. But first things fi
rst. She wasn’t a dumb girl to mess up her life because of a little sexual exploration. She was a woman of the new millennium. A modern woman. If she intended to be sexually active—and she sort of did—then there were certain precautions to take.

  She’d set an appointment first thing tomorrow. Not with a doctor at the hospital. Heaven forbid her uncle should get wind of her private plans! No, she’d hunt in the phone book, pick someone out of the way, and take care of business.

  Then she’d find a guy who suited. There had to be one out there for her. And maybe looking would prove fun.

  Mind made up, Libby punched her pillow one last time and settled in to sleep. But sometime during the night, dark brown eyes and a sensual smile invaded her dreams, and she knew in her heart that any man other than him would simply be a substitute.

  Since she didn’t even know Brown Eyes’s name, a substitute was all she could have.

  It’d been damn near a month. A month of celibacy and Axel couldn’t take it. Since that fantasy-inspired interlude in the garden, he’d been turning women down. It was enough to curdle his blood. He was worse than a married man. At least they had wives at home. All he had was one super sexy young lady who had turned him inside out for reasons he couldn’t begin to understand.

  Letting her occupy his mind in his off hours was bad enough, but no way in hell would he let her affect his work. When in the office, he had only the well-being of each patient on his mind.

  He snatched up a file on his desk, determined to read the medical history on the young lady he’d see next. A moment later, his thoughts back in order, he nodded. His newest patient appeared healthy as a horse. No history of serious medical problems. She only needed a routine exam to get a prescription for birth control.

  Wearing his doctor face, Axel went down the hall to exam room three. Along the way, Nora—who was both a nurse in his employ and his best friend’s wife—fell into step beside him.

  Nora said, “This one is a little skittish. I take it she’s never seen a gynecologist before.”

  Axel nodded. “Thanks. We’ll try to make her at ease.” As he opened the door and drifted in, Nora on his heels, he was already saying, “Good afternoon, Ms. Preston. How are you to—”

  Her screech of horror made his hair stand on end.

  Axel back-stepped and bumped into Nora, who bumped into the hallway wall.

  “What in the world?” Nora sputtered.

  But Axel couldn’t say a damn thing. There she was, on his exam table, buck naked except for a paper sheet. “Good Lord,” he rasped, his aplomb thoroughly shot to hell.

  “Get out!” she yelled, and then in utter horror, “Shut the door.”

  His brows came down in a snap. To Nora, Axel said, “I know her. Give us a moment, please.” He did shut the door—but with him on the inside.

  “Kindly lower your voice.”

  Wide-eyed and white-faced, a pulse wild in her throat, she stared at him. Her small hands clutched that paper sheet so tight, he could see every single curve beneath. Not good.

  Turning his back, Axel drew in a calming breath. “My entire waiting room is probably agog with curiosity after that scream.”

  She said, “Ohmigod. Ohmigod, I’m sorry. Just … please. Get out.”

  Axel peeked at her over his shoulder. It wasn’t easy. In fact, it was damn hard. But he kept his gaze on her face. “There’s no reason to be so embarrassed.”

  Her mouth fell open. “No reason … You idiot, I’m naked.”

  Don’t go there. Don’t go there. He resolutely cleared his mind of all sexual images. He was a doctor, a damn good doctor, a concerned, caring medical professional—who had never been in quite such a predicament.

  He hadn’t even had a chance to tell her to scoot down.

  He swallowed a groan. “I’ll step out,” he assured her in a rush before she fainted, which she looked ready to do. “You can get dressed, and then we’ll talk.”

  Her mouth dropped open again and just as quickly snapped shut. “We have absolutely nothing to say to each other. Nothing. Now leave.”

  The hell they didn’t. She’d come to him to get on the pill, after claiming to be a virgin. Apparently she meant to remedy that awesome circumstance.

  He faced her fully, crossed his arms over his requisite white coat, and glanced at her small bare feet. So dumb, but even that little glimpse at pink toes, for crying out loud, and his stomach muscles tightened.

  “You came here for birth control. If you don’t want me as your doctor—”

  “Ha!” As if hunting for something to throw at him, she looked around his office. Holding the sheet tight with one hand, she stretched over to grab a metal tray.

  Axel held up a hand. “I can recommend someone.”

  She froze in midreach. “Are you out of your mind?”

  “Uh, no.”

  She clutched that stupid sheet tighter, and Axel prayed the paper wouldn’t tear. He watched, just in case, but no, it didn’t.

  Her chin lifted. “That’s such a generous offer,” she sneered with a load of sarcasm, “but no thank you. I don’t want your help. I don’t need your help.” And then she went one further, saying, “And I wouldn’t trust one of your friends.”

  “Oh, that’s low.” He leaned back on the door. “I am a very good doctor, I’ll have you know, and I would never recommend someone who wasn’t highly qualified.”

  “That is just sooo kind.” More and more sarcasm. “But if you’d simply remove yourself, I’ll leave and handle my business entirely on my own.”

  Axel didn’t budge. “You want birth control.”

  “Oh God.” She rocked back and forth a little. “Go. Away.”

  He wanted to stay and hash it out with her. He wanted to grab her and kiss her silly. He wanted … but no, he had no choice. He had to do as she asked. It was the only decent, professional thing to do. He grabbed the doorknob. “Get dressed and then come to my office.”

  “Yeah, sure, whatever.”

  Face stiff, Axel left the room, and a second later he heard the frantic rustle of paper as she all but leaped off the table. He could picture her dressing with the same frenzy she’d employed when dragging up her pants and closing her shirt after he’d given her a screaming orgasm in the chilly gardens of his host’s party.

  God. Not a good memory at the moment.

  He detoured into his private rest room and closed the door. After splashing his face with cold water and giving her plenty of time to dress, he sauntered out and headed for his office. On the outside, he looked calm and in control. He hoped. Because on the inside, every single fiber of his masculinity stood on high alert.

  His office door was open, the room empty.

  Damn it. Axel strode to the window and jerked up the blinds just in time to see her jump into a beat-up old Ford Escort and gun the motor. She ground the gears, squealed the tires, and drove away as if wild dogs nipped at her heels.

  He dropped the blinds with a clatter, so frustrated he wanted to—

  “Would you like to tell me what’s going on?”

  Taken unaware, Axel spun around to see Nora standing in his doorway. He tried to wipe all expression from his face.

  She smiled, closed the door, and leaned on it. “Come on, Axel. What’s going on?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Mmm hmmm.” Her disbelief was palpable.

  “I’ll just call Cary and see if he knows anything about—”

  “No, don’t tell him!” Frustration mounting, Axel ran a hand through his hair, then dropped into his leather chair. He had about two minutes before his next patient would expect him. His attempt at a lighthearted laugh fell flat. “It’s really stupid.”

  “I expected no less of you.”

  He made a face. Nora had been married to his best friend for three years now. True, she’d seen both sides of him, the respected, serious doctor and the take-it-easy, live-life-to-the-fullest playboy. Never before had the two collided with quite so much fanfare.

>   Naturally, Nora would enjoy sharing his plight with others. She knew that he’d harassed Cary plenty when Cary fell in love with her, just as he’d done to his brother, Booker, when Booker had gone head over ass in love with Frances. Not that Axel intended to fall in love. Hell no.

  He’d only just learned Libby’s name!

  But this little debacle could count as woman trouble, if either Cary or Booker wanted to stretch the facts. If they learned that a woman—a patient, no less—had screamed at the sight of him, they’d give him crap till the day he died.

  “Ahem.” Nora tapped her rubber-soled shoe. “I can have Cary on the phone in less than a minute.”

  Axel gave up with a groan. “She’s … someone I met at a party.”

  “And?”

  “We got mildly involved.”

  “Mildly involved? What does that mean, exactly?”

  Axel leveled her with a look. “You really don’t want details, now do you?”

  “Oh.” Nora drew back with a frown. “And she wanted you to be her gynecologist? How odd.”

  He could understand her astonishment. “It’s not like that. She didn’t know it was me.”

  Shaking her head, Nora said, “She didn’t know what was you?”

  Axel shoved to his feet to pace. “We never got to the name exchange, all right? We hit it off—sexually, that is. We just sort of went with it. Then things went wrong—and no, you don’t want details about that either. We parted company, end of story.”

  And since then, he’d thought of her at least every other minute.

  “But you never learned her name?”

  He tapped the file on his desk. “I know it now. Libby Preston.”

  Nora slowly shook her head. “Lord, Axel, this is incredible, even for you.”

  “Yeah, I know.” He rubbed his face. “When she screamed, I damn near had a heart attack.”

  Fighting a grin, Nora said, “I had a heck of a time explaining things to the women in the waiting room.”

  He could only imagine. “What’d you tell them?”

  “That a sonogram had shown triplets.”

  Axel laughed. “Good thinking. That’s enough to make any woman shout.” He immediately sobered. “I wanted to talk to her.”