Impulsive: A Steamy Secret Lovers Medical Romance

Medical student Michael Harper does not enjoy losing control. After conquering the cutthroat business world, he walked away to become a doctor, and risked his future to secretly date Dr. Angela Perkins. In the bedroom, he ran the show, but at the hospital, it was clear she was in charge. It destroyed their love, and Michael chose to bury his feelings for her in the past.

Fate has a different plan because now they're working in close quarters on the same patient. He can't forgive her, yet he hungers for her touch, her body, her voice, every hour of every day. No matter the cost, no matter the pain, he needs her back in his arms and his bed.

And the price will be higher than he ever imagined . . .

It wasn’t rocket science to why Michael was pissed, and the reason was right in front of him.

He’d thought he could avoid her for the duration of his time at MetroGen. Instead, he saw her daily, constantly in his space, in his head.

Like now.

Dr. Angela Perkins, cardiology, tried to straighten up. “The residents’ lounge is quieter than my office. No one is here at this hour.”

“I’m here.”

“Which wasn’t my choice.” She brushed the loose strands of her blonde hair out of her eyes.

This was the same motion which had led to his downfall back in October. They’d dated for a few months but concealed their actual jobs from each other. She’d let him believe she was an elementary school teacher, and he hadn’t corrected her assumption that he was an accountant.

Until they’d come face to face at the hospital and discovered the truth. Then they’d met at her house, and agreed to never speak again. Mid-argument, his hair got in her eyes, and he’d…

Michael seized her wrist and dragged her into his call room. He shut the door and locked it.

“What are you doing!” she whisper-shrieked.

“We have unfinished business,” he said. If he was going to go on a televised date, he would go with a clear conscience. They were going to have this out here and now.

“We do not,” Angela protested, clutching her ever present stack of papers to her chest. “We don’t exist.”

“Put the papers down.”

“Why?”

“Because you’ll be upset if you drop them.” Michael removed the plastic cover from his special pair of scrubs.

She set her paperwork on the bed and scurried back to the door.

Once she had done so, he rolled his scrub top over his head and tossed it on the floor.

Her blue eyes got big, and he was angry enough to smirk. He was quite aware of how she responded to his body.

“What are you doing?” she stumbled over the words, the tension ratcheting up.

“Isn’t it obvious?” He came closer and bracketed her with his arms, not touching her.

Angela’s skin turned his favorite shade of rose and her breathing sped up. “It is not.”

“I’m not interested in playing games. You didn’t plan on telling me you’d changed your mind about Tiffany Wickwire. You wanted me to find out on my own?” Michael asked her.

“Your response wasn’t in the equation.”

“Then why didn’t you tell me? No text, ‘Hey, Michael, changed my mind. Found my heart after all.’” He leaned forward.

“You had nothing to do with it. I didn’t owe you an explanation.” She pushed a hand against his chest and stopped.

Both of them stared at her pale hand on the dark skin of his pec. He was in no way unaffected by her presence. Their bodies were intimately familiar with this part of their foreplay.

Emotion had always heightened their attraction. Her body would soften and surrender to his, dropping the armor she wore at work. He’d change from his ill-fitting role of obedient medical student to the man who would take what she offered, hardening every second he held her.

Unable to stop himself, he gripped her shoulders and spun them, letting her be on the outside this time.

No matter how angry or frustrated he was, he’d never force her. He desired nothing more than her to willingly come to him. She could step away at any time.

But she didn’t...