Fuck.
“I felt it too. It terrified me. That’s why I kicked you out. Why I stayed away for so long. Why I couldn’t let myselftalkto you, let alone…touch you. Because I’ll never have a home again.”
“You have one here, Natasha. With me. If you want it.” I slide my fingers into her hair, twisting the silky strands so I can seal my lips to hers.
Grinding her hips against me, she lets out a desperate moan. I’ll feel every one of my fifty-six years later, but I don’t care. I need her naked. I need to taste her. I need to watch her come apart in my arms.
The t-shirt bunches in my frantic grip, sliding over her head and baring her to me. I toss it aside, then flip our positions so she’s on her back under me. “These too,” I grit out before I slide the boxers down her legs.
She’s laid out like a banquet, and I’m a starving man. I palm one breast and roll a nipple between my fingers. The other bud tightens under my lips.
Her fingers claw at the sheets. “Doc. Please…”
“You like this?” Scoring my teeth over her dusky skin, I reach down and press the heel of my hand to her mound. “Are you wet for me, baby?”
“God, yes,” she whimpers.
“Show me.” I sit back, watching her for any signs of pain.
Her lips curve into a smile. “Demanding, much?”
I’m about to apologize when she spreads her legs. Trimmed curls glisten with her need. The scent of her wraps around me, pulling me closer until I’m helpless to resist.
My first taste teases her clit. Her tiny gasp is quickly followed by a keening cry. I slide a finger into her channel, and her inner walls tremble.
“I’m going to make you come, Natasha. I want to hear you scream. If that’s not okay, tell me right fucking now.”
“Do it,” she manages.
I add a second finger. She’s so damn tight. Burying my nose in her curls, I let my tongue explore. It’s been a long time, but after a few strokes, I find my rhythm.
Every few seconds, I flick my gaze to hers. I need to see the moment she shatters. Her mewls turn more desperate, and I pick up the pace.
“Oh God…I’m…”
Her body tenses, and then she lets go. There is no sweeter sound than her scream. Except, maybe the way she says my name.
I drink her in, slowing my strokes until her tremors start to fade. The pain in my side should warn me away from the next round, but this might be all we have. If I can’t convince her she’s safe, she’ll run, and I’ll have no choice but to let her go.
Natasha
Oh. My. God. I can’t move. He told me I’d scream. Did I scream? I think I screamed.
“Come here, baby.” His deep voice soothes my raw edges. Strong arms gather me close. I could snuggle with him for days. Weeks. Maybe even a lifetime. He’s…solid. In this room—in this bed—nothing can touch me. Nothing but him.
“You’ve seen me naked twice now.” I curl my fingers around the waistband of his boxers and lick my lips. “That’s not fair.”
“I tried not to look the first time,” he says with a smile.
“Even so…” He’s hard enough I can see the outline of his crown. And the precum soaking the silk. “Don’t make me beg.”
“You were begging earlier.”
The amused glint in his eyes is sexy as sin. This is the real Doc. The man I started falling for the first day we met. He’s funny, protective, and demanding. And I’m dangerously close to being completely in love with him.
“I’ll beg again. Later. Off with these.” I hold my breath. The glint fades into what I think might be pain. What is he waiting for? Does he not…want this?
“I haven’t been with anyone in almost six years, Natasha. I…shit. I don’t have protection.”
