The sounds of our pants, moans and sighs fade into the background as our bodies fall into a fast rhythm pulling us both toward the edge of oblivion.
I begin to rock my hips against him as the waves of pleasure build to a crescendo.
He lifts me, changes the angle of his deep thrusts, and hits a spot inside me that makes me see stars. A throaty moan escapes me.
Sandro lifts his head and holds my gaze. “That’s it, Angel. I feel you drenching me, squeezing me. Come on my cock, baby.” He lifts a hand and wraps it around my throat, slamming his mouth into me, and the orgasm hits.
I’m washed over the cliff by a massive wave of euphoria.
He’s swallowing my screams as he pumps harder and deeper inside me, his rhythm growing irregular. Then he stills and his head falls back. A roar sticks in his throat as his cock pulses, and then his warm come fills me.
Breathing hard, he presses his forehead to mine. “You’re so perfect. So fucking perfect.” His words drift out on an exhale.
I don’t miss the note of melancholy in them.
Our bodies are still connected, moving in a slow, sensual rhythm beneath the spray of water as our breathing returns to normal. But reality quickly seeps back in, ending our time together.
We’re getting dressed in his bedroom when his phone buzzes. He glances at it. “She’s here.” Pulling on a T-shirt, he watches me do the same. He’s given me one of his white T-shirts until I can getback to my apartment for clothes. “Stay here. I’ll bring Dr. Sam in to check you over. Be right back.”
While I wait, I make the bed and find the remote for the blackout curtains. They slide smoothly open, revealing sliding doors and a balcony. I open the door, step out onto the balcony, and stare out at the early morning sun sparkling over Tampa Bay. It’s already hot, but the warmth soaking into my bones feels good after being in the air-conditioned room with wet hair. Blue skies, blue water, steel and glass buildings gleaming in the sunshine. What a view. My muscles begin to relax.
“Lennon?”
Warmth floods my body like melted honey at the sound of my name on Sandro’s lips. I am so screwed. With a sigh, I turn and step back into the bedroom.
He’s walking toward me with a stunning, petite woman behind him. She’s wearing a yellow sundress, which showcases her shapely tan legs. Her long, silky, raven hair is pulled up in a ponytail, and she’s carrying a leather bag.
This is his doctor?She looks like she’s in her early thirties, and shouldn’t she be wearing something more appropriate for a house call?
My stomach clutches with jealousy as I reach out and take the hand she’s offering.
Her skin is soft but her handshake is firm. Her smile is radiant and friendly while her whiskey-colored eyes sweep over me in a quick cataloging motion. “Dr. Samatha Dal.”
“Lennon,” I say, glancing over at Sandro.
“Nice to meet you.” There’s an amused gleam in her eyes as she gives Sandro her attention. “Would you like to give us some privacy?”
“I’m staying,” he barks. Then looks at me sheepishly. I raise an eyebrow. “That is, if you don’t mind?”
“It’s fine.” It’s not like I’m going to hide anything from him.
She motions to the two leather recliners in the corner. “Have a seat.”
When I oblige, she moves with grace and efficiency, wrapping a blood pressure cuff around my arm, and sliding an oxygen sensor on my finger. “Sandro tells me you were in a car accident,” she says softly, her eyes meeting mine as she manually inflates the cuff. “Where do you hurt?”
I reach up and touch my nose. “I’m still sore from the airbag hitting my face. Sore all over, really. But I don’t think I have any serious injuries.”
She removes the blood pressure cuff and then the oxygen sensor after she checks it. “One twenty over seventy-two. Good.” Her warm fingers grasp my chin as she turns her attention to my face. “You do have some bruising along the nasal bone.” She palpatesalong my cheekbones and nose gently. “I don’t think anything is broken though.”
I glance at Sandro, who is pacing behind her. “Um. They also gave me something that knocked me out. They injected it.”
Her expression stills and then softens. “I see. It was most likely Rohypnol or Ketamine. Time and drinking plenty of water today will flush either from your system.” She glances back at Sandro and then lowers her voice. “Do you want me to do a rape kit?”
I see Sandro stop pacing out of the corner of my eye. I quickly answer her. “No, that’s not necessary.”
The doctor and I both glance at Sandro as a loud exhale of breath escapes him. He walks over and collapses on the edge of the bed with his head between his hands.
I lean closer to the doctor. “Rocco told me Sandro left the hospital with a concussion. Can you make sure he’s okay?”
