“Oh fuck, oh fuck, ohfuck.”He yanks out of me, splattering my back with hot, wet spurts of cum.
“Again,” he mutters, pressing my face down into the mattress, tipping my hips up to meet his mouth.
He kisses my pussy hungrily, sucking on my sensitive clit, and it’s so much and too much and just right all at the same time.
“Come for me,” he demands and I do, again. I do, with shocking ease, and when I collapse on the mattress, he only disappears long enough to get a wash cloth, and then he wipes down my back with such gentleness I want to cry again, but I can’t because I’m too happy.
“Made a mess on you,” he mumbles as he rejoins me under the blanket.
“Shower soon,” I say, because it doesn’t matter how many times we get each other sweaty tonight. I’ll sleep when he leaves the state.
CHAPTER 25
LOGAN
Frankie’s alarm goes off at 4:45 am.
“Sorry,” she whispers as she turns it off. “Go back to sleep.”
“Are you going to work?”
“Gotta shower first.”
I’m not missing that. I want to wash her back. “I’m up.”
“You don’t need to?—”
“I’m your husband, Frankie. I want to.”
“Okay, but?—”
I scoop her up and carry her naked across the hall as she laughs and protests, but not really.
I squint as she turns on the light and gets the shower cranked on. It’s not a big bathroom—that’s going at the top of the real estate shopping list, a shower with multiple heads for mornings like this—but we can make it work.
“Tell me about your day,” I say once we’re jockeying for position under the spray.
“I have to do rounds this morning, but the rest of the day is pretty light, I have an anatomy lab where I’ll practice suturing, and then either respond to pages with the residents or work on my research project.”
“What’s that?”
“I’m doing a systematic review of OSCE cases in my undergrad years compared to the real cases I’ve seen in my third and fourth year rotations, blueprinting them to each other and identifying gaps.” She smiles at me through the water. “Once I finish my residency, I want to get involved in the medical school teaching, especially on the standardized clinical skills side.”
“Wow. That’s…” I kiss her hard on her smart mouth. “Fucking hot.”
She laughs against my lips. “I’m glad you like it.” Her gaze searches my face. “You’re going to be hearing a lot about that for like, forever?”
Forever sounds real fucking good to me. Even if she’s still asking it in the form of a question at this point.
I know it doesn’t make any logical sense that I feel this much, this soon. And if I tell her the depth of my feelings, there’s a solid chance I might scare her off again. But she ran the first time because she assumed Iwouldn’tbe all in, and I’ve shown her that’s not the case.
“Turn around, let me wash your back,” I say gruffly. “Something else I want to do forever. And you can explain what an OSCE is.”
“It’s an Objective Structured Clinical Examination.” She hands me a minty body wash.
“Really clears that whole mystery up.”
“An observed encounter that’s structured in a way that measures a student’s ability to do x, y, or z.”
