Chapter Two

Doing Tricks and Driving Around Naked

Holly swiveled her stool, around to face him, and leaned in; cupping his face in her left hand. “Open, please; all most finished, Allan. I just have to...” The words caught in the constrictions that tightened her throat. Holly's heart seemed to flutter. Blood pulsed at her temples.

Warmth was spreading through her breasts; setting off an intense tingling in her nipples. Holly felt the pin-prick of perspiration across her shoulder blades.

Damn. He'd moved his arm!

Allan had shifted his position; unlaced his fingers from about his adequate tummy and an arm was now draped along the armrest of the dental chair, fingers lightly gripping the leather padding. The lower curve of her left breast had slid up and over his knuckles and along the back of his right hand. Holly fought the garotted feeling in her throat! Her eyes widened to the point they felt icy with the flush of air. The weight of both breasts rested along the top of his forearm. She gulped, cupping his face. His eyelids, still closed, fluttered, and a little color rose to his cheeks. But he didn’t pull away.

Holly looked feverishly to his face, half expecting to see shock and reproach, but he appeared relaxed, his features expressionless, though she noticed his pupils darting behind the closed eyelids.He has chosen to pretend nothing has happened, she thought. Holly hesitated for another moment, hoping for her head to clear, for divine inspiration to strike, and for some idea of what to do next. Another moment passed. Allan remained calm. Then, with the feeling of responsibility easing away, she chose to follow Allan's lead and did nothing.

Holly breathlessly took a moment to let her body settle; a moment to gain self-composure. A strangled gasp rattled in her throat and she realized her breathing had faltered. She took two deep lungfuls but, other than that, neither one of them dared move a muscle. She was well aware of the rising heat but disregarded the consequences.

It could have been an awkward moment. Very awkward. Holly might have chosen to rise a little, pull back and mumble excuses, but she didn't want to seem churlish and juvenile.Allan is one of my favorite patients, she chided herself. We are both adults, and I’m a medical practitioner, after all. The work demanded physical contact... closephysical contact. Not to mention trust. And b