He dipped his fingers beneath my leggings and his lips wobbled into a half smile as he said, “Um, excuse me, ma’am, but where the hell are your undies?”
“Must’ve forgotten them at home.”
The words had barely left my tongue before his lips were on mine, kissing me like he wanted to make this the only kiss I remembered for a long, long time. He moved his hand to my hip and then between my legs, his fingers closing over me but not moving. Waiting for me to be ready.
“Whit…please.” He dragged a finger along my seam and he had to swallow my moan with another bruising kiss. “Your pussy is dripping all over my hand.”
“Do you say that to all your attendings?”
He squeezed me hard enough that I couldn’t stop myself from rocking into his hand. It was all I could do to relieve the ache gathered low inside me. “The inappropriate humor is another thing I love about you.”
“That, plus all the chicken surgeries and inside info on how to survive your rotations.”
“We both know that the only way I’d ever get preferential treatment from you was if I needed a new heart.”
As he drew lazy, maddening circles around my clit, I gripped his hair tight, my lips never more than a breath from his. “I like your heart. Don’t make me find you a new one.”
“Shh. I’m rescuing you. Let me do this.”
He pulled my knee to his hip and pushed two fingers inside me, his thumb still teasing the life out of my clit, and it was just about enough. I was right there, teetering on the edge, and if I allowed it, this would be over within a minute or two.
“I don’t need to be rescued.” I said this while gasping and clinging to him like I wanted to tie myself to him in a way that would never break.
He covered my lips with his as he went hunting for my orgasm. “You don’t need it,” he said, his thumb tormenting me in the best way, “but I want it. Let me do this.”
I didn’t know why that snapped my restraint in half, but I couldn’t hold back anymore. Couldn’t stop the swell of sensation inside me any more than I could stop the gravity that had me falling and falling and falling for this man. That was it. This was what it felt like to fall. I could see every moment all the way back to the first time his gaze fell on mine, but I didn’t know what would come next or where I’d land.
I didn’t know how that was possible. I didn’t believe in this kind of love. I didn’t believe infalling.
A sob broke free from my chest as my body shuddered, all this tension finally breaking free, but Henry didn’t let up. He stroked me through the hardest pulses and, when I’d caught my breath again, he pressed a slow kiss to my lips and dropped to his knees.
I grabbed his shoulders. “What? No.Wait.You don’t?—”
“Shut up, Whit.”
He edged my leggings down just enough to swipe his tongue over my clit. I cried out in a way that must’ve sent some kind ofsignal to the wildlife because it seemed like all the birds started chirping at once.
My grip on his shoulders was brutal but I didn’t dare let go. I was certain I’d fall over—in the woods, with my ass hanging out, while the birds were talking about me—but more importantly, he had me on the edge once again. A little more pressure was all I needed.
A little more pressure and—andI could feel his cock on my leg. My god. Why did that turn me on so much? I shifted my leg, giving him the soft inside of my thigh. He rocked into me and groaned against my clit. It struck me like a wave of tiny, pin-prick orgasms.
He kept one arm locked around my waist because he was well aware that he made it difficult to stand, and brought his free hand between my thighs. His fingers coasted over me, gentle at first and then spearing inside me as he thrust hard against my leg. When my back bowed and I was bent over him, convulsing and crying out and tearing at his shirt, I wondered for one fleeting moment how this had happened.
How had I ended up in aforestwith myformer residentand myassout? And more importantly, how had this gone from a one-night stand to a cautionary tale to a story that sounded impossible to my ears and absolutely right to my heart?
I pulled at Henry’s shoulders when my vision cleared, dragging him to where I wanted him with unsteady hands. He stumbled up to me, his lips shiny with my arousal, his hands everywhere at once, his hips rocking into my belly.
“What do you need, gorgeous?” he rumbled, his arms closing tight around me and his mouth on my neck. “I’ll give you anything.”
All at once, I knew that was the truth and it would never change.
So, I did the only reasonable thing and stuck my hand down his jeans. He was hot and just as thick as always, and his breath caught in his throat as I stroked him.
“Wait, wait, wait,” he said, taking hold of my wrist. “Whitney. Slow down, baby.”
“It’s your turn,” I said, fumbling with the buckle on his belt and loosening his button-fly. Ilovedhis button-fly jeans. There was no logic to it, no reason, but the filthy little sex monster I kept tucked away in my mind didn’t care about those things.
“It’s not about turns—oh,fuuuuck.” His grip on my wrist relaxed just a touch. “You don’t have to do this.”
