Once he licked his lips looking so much like a caged animal waiting for the right second to strike, I continued my trek tracing over the strong muscles of his chest.
He trembled harder under my hands. Vibrated with the pent up desire to move, to grab, to conquer. I could feel it under my fingers. “Don’t hold yourself back from me. I want it all.”
His lips turned down in an alluring present. He stood, and I almost cried out for this. But he walked to my door, closed it and then took off his shoe and wedged it under the space. If anyone tried to enter, we’d get fair warning.
I chuckled. “This feels kinda naughty.”
He smiled. God, I liked that smile on his face. He’d been wearing a frown almost since the night we met. I put that frown there, which didn’t help.
“I hate this,” he said, as he slid back onto the bed beside me.
“What?”
“Having to be locked away with you? We should go out to dinner. Drink too much. Then I would be a proper gentleman, take you home, fuck you stupid, and make you a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.”
I laughed at the image. How could I not? Him naked, striding across a worn, but well-furnished bedroom to bring me a sandwich in in bed. I liked it. Too much. I swallowed the panic threatening to push up from the bowels of my heart where it constantly lived.
“It’s okay. From someone who has been living this life for so long…I am at least happy not to be alone for once.”
He picked up the book rumpled in the covers. “You’re not alone. You have plenty of friends.”
I sighed dramatically. “If only Mr. Darcy could reach out from the pages and whisk me away with an impassioned speech. I wouldn’t say no to that.”
He sat the book carefully on a stack near the head of bed. And in that moment, I fell hopelessly, irrevocably, in love with him. No take backs. No refunds. No redos.
The weight of it pressed in so tight, I couldn’t breathe. So I kissed him and pressed my mouth to his with all the emotion I’d had to keep locked up and away. He pulled back and gentled the kiss by cupping my cheeks. “We have all night,” he whispered.
“I don’t need all night. I just need five minutes.”
The smile returned, and I memorized the lines on his face. How they crinkled and folded to create this man.
He kissed me this time, and I let him be gentle and take his time. I let him pour the softness of his heart into my mouth. The brittleness soothed just a tiny bit. Nothing I could do but hold on tight to him and live in this moment like I seized each six month holiday in sand and surf.
His lips parted and he swept his tongue into my mouth, tasting of caramel and peety Scotch. I wasn’t a Scotch girl before, but now…
I succumbed further to his hold, his hands molding themselves down my curves to cup me over and onto his lap. He pressed his back into the wall to give us better leverage. And even though I sat straddled across him, there was no doubt he controlled my every twitch. He cupped his hands under my ass and tilted my hips at an enticing angle, so I rubbed across the thick length of him pressing through his pants.
Dry humping like teenagers. I let him continue, his fingers gripping tighter with every pass. I clutched the top of his shoulders and held on while he took me somewhere I’d never actually been.
The friction, the heat of our bodies between my legs and torso sunk into me, and before I could let myself fall into my doubts, he’d sent me to the edge and shoved me lovingly over. I cried out and pressed my face into the curve of his collarbone muffling the sound of my orgasm with his shirt.
But he wasn’t done yet. A few more moments of him arching his own hips up into me and he slumped, releasing me to settle back on his lap with a few adjustments.
I kissed his forehead. “You know, we could just have sex. I won’t tell my mom we were necking in the backseat.”
He nipped my nose with his teeth and leaned back with a sigh. “I don’t keep condoms in my office. And I couldn’t wait to watch you come again.”
His words spiked through me with heat. Fuck. “Well okay then.”
I shifted off his lap and curled up under his arm.
“How often does the nurse come in?”
“She doesn’t.”
He pulled away so he could peer down at my face. “Really? What do they get paid for except bring you food?”
I shrugged. “Make sure I don’t walk out, I guess. What do you get paid for?”
