“Same.” She untied his scrub pants. “Condoms?”
“Every time.” He pulled back for a second. “But I didn’t bring any. I don’t carry them to work.”
Danika gathered her composure again lest she frighten him. Not every man could handle what a few guys had referred to as her ‘ball-busting’ mode. “Take off your shirt.”
“As you wish.” He backed up slightly and tossed it over his head on to the floor. “I usually would have worn something nicer and showered.”
“Shower’s over there,” Danika said, pointing behind her through her meticulously clean house. Her guest room hid the still packed boxes from her move last year. Not that he seemed to care because he was preening under her visual exam.
As she suspected, after watching him for weeks, he wasn’t spending his time solely on doctoring. Whatever he did to work out gave him powerful chest muscles. He had a solid patch of dark chest hair which tapered down the center of his torso and past his defined abs. Overall, this fine specimen in his prime already exceeded her expectations.
“I might use that before—” He indicated the scrub pants’ valiant battle to stay on by virtue of his hard-on.
She came forward and traced a hand down his chest to the scar over his right hip. “What happened here?”
“Appendix. Seven.”
“Here?” She pointed to a scar on his right wrist.
“Nine. Six stitches from hitting a rock while snowboarding.”
She pumped his cock through the pants. “Here?”
“Beautiful woman. Denny’s.”
“Turn around and put your hands on the wall.” He obeyed, and Danika fanned herself because the muscles extend into his back. Like a kitten to catnip, she planted gnawing bites up his to his shoulders.
This is definitely what the doctor ordered. Or what she’d order from the doctor.
“Anything you say. Do you want me to call you ma’am?”
“Danika works. And how did you get these muscles?” She bit into one of them harder. “And your hair. What is with that?”
He rolled his shoulders to show off. “As I said, I moved here from Colorado. I was a snowboarding instructor. I keep a bowflex and balance board at home.”
“And the hair?” She squeezed his ass. Nice and firm. He might let her test her fantasy of bouncing quarters off that. She spanked it for good measure to see his response.
He hissed this time. “Dye. MetroGen rules for doctors is hair must be a human shade unless it meets an ethnic requirement.”
“And you picked silver? Not red? Not jet black.”
“I wanted to be original. Nobody ever goes silver.”
“Not all of you went silver.” She shoved his scrub pants to his ankles and ran a finger down his crack and fondled his balls from behind in that patch of thick, dark-brown hair. “You did your eyebrows but not here.”
“You have no clue how many groin dye jobs gone wrong we see in the ER. Do that again?”
“You like that?” Danika struggled to not tackle him. He didn’t mind her ass play and let her run things?
“Fuck yeah. Too many women don’t know that the berries and not just the twig need good handling.”
“I’m not most women.” She licked his shoulder blade. “Are you the type who needs a safe word because I’m too much for you?”
He reached behind and spun her around, pinning her against the wall. He held her arms overhead and rubbed his dripping erection across her pink skirt. “A naughty gorgeous woman who knows what she wants is fucking hot and does not require a safe word. However, if you’re going to whip out a dildo and peg me like I’m your newest bronco, I definitely want a safe word before you give me your ball gag.”
“I can do that,” she mumbled, shocked by the wave of lust drenching her from the tips of her toes to the tips of her breasts. No man had ever been so open, or maybe she’d been shopping for too old instead of a young eager buck like Zac. “You would let me?”
“We’re here because I have an appetite and you have an appetite. Would an omelet satisfy it?”
