“Fake or otherwise?” I repeat, the words stinging more thanthey should. She hasn’t changed her tune one bit about calling what we have fake. “Is that what this still is to you? A fake marriage?”
Her cheeks flush. “I… You know that’s not what I was talking about.”
“Do I?” I step closer until we’re toe-to-toe, and her head tilts back to meet my gaze. “Because I’m starting to wonder what any of this means to you. What I mean to you.”
We’re breathing hard, the tension between us shifting into something else entirely. A palpable charge clinging to our skin and magnetizing us together.
“You mean everything to me,” she whispers, her voice shaky.
Her words break me. My hands frame her face and I kiss her with all the fear, anger, and jealousy that’s been building in me since I walked into that patient room and saw her with him. Hell, from when everything started going sideways in the OR. She responds immediately, her fingers digging into my arms, pulling me closer as if she too can’t handle any space between us.
“I can’t lose you,” I murmur against her lips. “Not to him. Not to anyone.”
“You won’t,” she promises, her hands working the top of my scrub shirt out of my pants. “It’s as you said to me. I’m not going anywhere.”
Our mouths attack in a frantic torrent of lips and teeth and tongues while our hands tug and pull at clothing. Her scrub top and long-sleeved shirt are wrenched up her chest above her heaving tits, while her scrub pants meet the floor in a pool around her ankles. She kicks off a clog and frees one foot, and I grab her leg and wrap it around my waist so I can grind into her.
“Someone could need this room.” She gasps as my mouth trails down her neck.
“Don’t care,” I growl, finding the spot at the base of her throat that makes her shiver. “Need you. Now.”
Her head falls back against the door with a soft thud, and I pull her panties to the side so I can touch her pussy. I circle her entrance with one finger, teasing her, rubbing her wetness all over her clit before I do it again and again. Then I shove three fingers into her, stretching her, punishing her just enough to tether her fully to me.
“Oh my god! We’re seriously going to get caught. You’ll have to be quick.”
“Can you be?”
She blinks open her eyes. “Right now? With you? Yes.”
The words are a match to gasoline. I reach between us, pull my cock free, and with my eyes on hers, I lift her up, holding her ass in my hands, and slam straight into her.
“Aston,” she whimpers. “Fuck.”
“You can take it,” I assure her. “You can take all of me.”
And I mean more than just this.
Her body is so tight around me, her thighs clinging, her arms squeezing, her pussy clenching. I have to pause, my forehead against hers as I fight for control.
“Move,” she urges, digging her heels into my ass.
It makes me laugh despite how raw I’m feeling. I do as she asks. I move, setting a pace that’s just on the edge of too much for both of us. Every thrust drags a small sound from her throat that she tries to muffle either against my lips or in my neck. My pounding thrusts rattle the door behind her, and I move her off it and into the wall on the opposite side. If someone comes looking for us or even for a place to crash out, they’ll see us the moment they open the door. There will be no hiding it.
I can’t find it in me to care. So much is falling apart right now, but I have her here in my arms. I’m inside her body. Nowhere on this planet feels better than right here with her.
“Look at me,” I demand. “I want to see your eyes when you come for me.”
Her gaze locks with mine, open and heated, yes, but there’s more there. There’s everything I’m feeling being mirrored back to me. She makes me feel like I can fly. Like I can do anything.
My cock slides in and out with fast, shallow fucks. It’s not as full as I want, but if I take her to the bed, I’ll never stop. I’ll get her naked, and I’ll keep her here. Her cunt feels so good. Her body so right in my arms.
She tries to bounce against me, but I pin her to the wall and slam into her.
“You’re mine.”
“Yes,” she cries, her eyes closing as her face twists with pleasure. “Oh god. Oh god. Fuck, Aston.”
I sure up my grip on her ass, squeezing the globes in my hands as I pound her. I don’t know how to slow down. There’s no controlling this. There’s only the need to be in her as deep as I can be.
