Jake didn’t give her time to reconsider.
He cupped the back of her neck and kissed her, hard, claiming, the same hungry intensity he had used on Rolan earlier.
Sarah made a small, startled sound against his mouth, then melted into it, hands coming up to brace against his chest. Behind them, Rolan moved toward Ruby.
He didn’t speak.
He simply reached for the hem of her scrub top and waited until she lifted her arms.
The fabric came off. Her bra followed. When his hands settled on the soft weight of her breasts, his fingers trembled almost imperceptibly. Only he knew why.
The room became a careful, charged rearrangement of bodies.
Jake guided Sarah back until the backs of her knees hit the edge of the bed.
He stripped her with efficient, almost clinical motions—scrub top, bra,
