“Is it up to your standards?” I ask, half joking, half serious.
“Of course it is. It looks great.”
“They have a pool and a hot tub, and there’s a massage place downstairs too if you’d like to book in for tomorrow.” I wanted to make this the best experience possible for her.
She gives me a friendly smile that reaches her eyes and sits on the bed. “I’m just happy to get away. I can’t remember the last time I even had a holiday, so thank you for this.”
I did something right, and I’m stoked about that. I take a seat beside her. “You need to enjoy yourself more, if you’ve never taken time away.” I feel bad for her. She works herself to the bone but doesn’t take time out for herself.
“I know. The hospital is always short-staffed, and I don’t want to let them down,” she shrugs. “And it’s not like I have a family to go home to like some of the other doctors, so I always say yes to extra shifts.”
I frown at that. “You have a family. You have the MC. Just because you don’t have kids doesn’t mean you’re not entitled time off to enjoy yourself.”
She puts her hand over mine. “You are kind. Thank you for reminding me. Life gets busy, and I’m used to putting my hand up to help the hospital when I can, but now that we have a new doctor helping, I’ll be able to take more time for myself.”
My top lip turns up at the thought of that doctor. McDaddy. What a shitty name.
Milly laughs. “You should see the look on your face. He’s a nice guy.”
“Who wants to get into your pants,” I add. I’m not blind. I saw the look in his eyes.
“No, it’s not like that.” She’s so sure of herself, but so naive.
“How many other people did he have one-on-one coffee dates with?” I ask with a raised brow.
She looks away.
“Yeah. None of them, I bet. I’m telling you—he wants you.”
She rolls her eyes. “I disagree. We’ll be working long hours together, so he was simply getting to know me.”
I huff. “Keep telling yourself that. Anyway... enough about the doctor.” I stand and put my hand out. “Let’s go get something to eat.”
She puts her hand in mine. I pull her to her feet and give her another kiss, but I pull back because I’m getting hard. “I could kiss you all night. Quick, we’d better go before I change my mind. Once we get comfortable, I won’t want to leave this room until checkout.”
She pauses like that sounds like a good idea to her. I pull her along, but she resists and giggles.
“Food first, then let me ravage your body.”
* * *
Milly
Who can promiseto worship my body but then make me wait? I’ve been single for so long; if it weren’t for Twitch, I’d probably be without sex another year. I step toward him until we’re flush against each other. I snake my arms around his shoulders and stand on my toes to reach his lips. “I think we should get room service,” I whisper. I bring my lips to his and then let out a shrill of surprise as his lips hungrily attack mine, reminding me he needs me as much as I need him.
He growls, and it’s sexy. “I was trying to be a gentleman and take you out to dinner.”
I smirk as his resolve fades. “I don’t want a gentleman... I just want you.” My heart leaps as he seizes my hips, drawing me closer. Our mouths find each other. He grasps my behind and hoists me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, our mouths staying connected. His arousal presses into me. Our tongues flick together, and a sultry noise escapes his throat, making me tremble.
I break away from his glorious mouth. “Twitch,” I beg.
He strides toward the bed and gently lays me down while he settles on top of me. His lips travel down my throat, and his tongue flicks down every erogenous zone, making my eyes roll back. Open-mouthed kisses along my collarbone make me moan. He chuckles, so I open my eyes to see his smoldering gaze and devilish smile. He’s enjoying this, taking his time, teasing me. Well, two can play that game.
I slip my hands under his club vest and tug on it. He gets off the bed, takes it off, and sets it gently on the table, like a prized possession. Thoughts of how important the club is to him flash through my mind, but I shake them away. I can feel guilty later. This night is about us, and I’m not going to let anything spoil it. It could be our last.
He takes a fistful of his shirt and yanks it off while I lift my dress over my head, letting it fall to the floor. His seductive grin as he stands there shirtless, his jeans hanging low on his hips, would make any woman drool. Heat rushes through me as he takes off his jeans and boxers. I awkwardly unhook my bra and kick off my underwear. My cheeks heat, and I’m suddenly insecure. I should have bought sexy lingerie, but the heat in Twitch’s eyes shows that what I wear doesn’t matter.
I stare at his dick as he strokes it. No wonder I was sore the next day. He’s a beast—so big, and with metal pierced through the head. As he walks toward me, I swallow, stunned that this is real. We finally have our time together. I scoot up into the center of the bed. My breathing is out of control, and so is his. “Lie down,” I say. “It’s my turn.”
