Henry
Transplant Surgery Rotation:
Day 5, Week 8
Whitney
My place. 15 minutes.
I pretty much ran toBeacon Hill.
She’d barely opened the door before I pushed my way in like a brute, taking her face in my hands and kissing her with everything I had. She tasted minty, as if she’d just brushed her teeth. I loved it. Loved everything.
“You,” I said against Whit’s lips, “are stunningly bad at karaoke. I mean, it’s actually impressive how bad you are.”
Her laugh bubbled up between us. “Meri made me do it.”
“How is it possible that you are”—I kicked the door shut behind me and gestured down the length of her luscious body and back up—“all these glorious things and more, and yet youget lost on the way to second base and can’t sing your way out of a shower?”
She glared up at me, all rosy-cheeked and defiant. Fuckinglovedit. “I didn’t getloston the way to second base.”
“Okay, honey, we’ll go with your version.” I locked my arms around her torso, holding her like I wanted to cram her inside my chest and keep her there forever. As if she wasn’t already there. “I might be completely out of hand here, but there’s nothing in the world I want more than to rip this shirt off you.”
“I happen to like this shirt very much and would be disappointed if it didn’t survive the night.”
I might not survive the night.
“Then I’ll carefully unbutton it like the fucking gentleman I am,” I said. “But then”—I dragged a hand up from her thigh to the full curve of her ass and grabbed like I was trying to take a bite out of her—“all bets are off.”
Whit stared at me, her lips parted just a breath and her eyes wide, and she shocked the shit out of me by sliding her hand between us and giving my cock one good, firm pump through my trousers. Yeah, I’d be dead by morning. No doubt. I was going to burn the fuck out on this woman and I’d have not a single regret.
That hand still teasing my erection, Whit said, “I think you know where the bedroom is.”
I turned her around and pointed her in that direction, my hands glued to her plush hips. “Have I ever mentioned how much I love your efficiency? Because I do.”
“Do you also love regular screenings for STIs and other issues?”
“I do. I love them as much as anyone can love a six-inch swab coming at them.” A lamp illuminated her room and it wasn’t obvious though I knew she’d tidied up, which gave me a weird jolt of pleasure. “All clear on this side and you are the only person I’ve been with this year.”
I waited for her to do something with that. Anything. If she gave me the opening, I’d take it.
She reached for my belt and had it flying across the room in three seconds flat. “I have an IUD. We can skip the condoms if you’re comfortable with that.”
“Sexiest goddamn sentence I’ve ever heard.” I worked hard at keeping her shirt in one piece, but these buttons were small and slippery and my fingers were designed for neither of those things. “Fuck, I want you naked.”
She had my trousers open and her hand in my boxers within an eye blink. I couldn’t think with her fisting my cock like that. I could barely stand. “Then get me naked.”
“Believe me, honey, I’m trying.” I cleared the final pair of buttons and immediately buried my face between her lace-covered breasts. She was heavenly everywhere, but this—thiswas the place that’d occupied my dreams for months. The only reason I made it through July was because every time I closed my eyes, I thought about her bouncing on my cock while I sucked her nipples. “Hello again, my lovelies.”
Whit went to work on my shirt and had it hanging open in record time. I shook out of it while she unfastened her pants, and then I was finished being polite. I kicked off my pants and wrapped her in my arms, groaning at the feel of her silky skin under my hands as I stripped her of everything else.
She sat on the edge of the bed in nothing but those delicate necklaces around her throat, and the look she gave me could’ve set the whole city on fire. I cupped her jaw and ran my thumb over her lips. “Careful there, beautiful. You have no idea how long you’ve had me on edge.”
Leaning back on her elbows, she said, “Maybe you should show me.”
I did the one thing available to me. I dropped to the floor, shoved those creamy thighs wide open, and prayed at the onlyaltar I’d ever need. She cried out when my tongue met her flesh and her fingers were tugging at my hair a second later. Her clit was the sweetest little berry in the world. Exactly as I’d remembered.
I leaned back as I teased at the wet waiting for me. She was gorgeous. Just devastating. “Mine,” I said, pressing a kiss to her clit. “You’re all mine, Whitney.”
