Chapter Thirty-Four
Devon
Lesson 35: Never underestimate the hands of a surgeon.
This Uber is absurd. If I lay flat in the backseat, I’d barely be able to touch the far side of the car with my arms outstretched overhead. It’s a bear den. I know my echo will bounce around the interior, but I decide not to test it as I count the steps it takes for Jeff to slip between the bucket seats and sit beside me in the third row.
“Is this an XXXL?” I whisper.
He shrugs as the sliding door shuts behind him and the lights go off.
“Figured you’d want privacy,” he tells me in my ear. “Since you promised an ‘epic make-out sesh’.”
I giggle. It sounds ridiculous when he says it. When I say it, it sounds amazing, mature, and sexy.
“You have like four minutes until we arr?—”
I cut him off with my mouth and am immediately rewarded with a light growl from the back of his throat. I try to undo my seatbelt so I can straddle him, but he grabs my wrist and makes it clear he will make no such allowance as he continues to kiss me senseless. The car might as well be on autopilot. No driver exists. My entire world is the pressure of his lips, the light caress of his tongue, and the need to have him closer. So much closer.
“You’re fulfilling like eight of my ultimate teenage fantasies right now,” he says after breaking the kiss. His voice is in my ear, which obviously leads straight down south because the sound of those words makes everything below clench tight. Then his teeth graze my ear lobe and I know my anatomy teacher knew nothing. He moves lower, his lips barely touching my neck and softly landing beside my clavicle, his tongue finds the bare skin there. I wrap my fingers in his hair and stifle a moan.
“I want to hear them—the fantasies—but I need your mouth to keep doing that,” I say. I’m breathless and I need to feel more of him. I trail my free hand down his chest, toward his waist, but he catches my wrist again before I can reach what I want.
His mouth is back hovering over mine, our breath mingling between us and I’m aching. I’m in actual pain. That's how bad I want this—him.
“You stopped,” I whisper, watching the light from the passing bars and restaurants reflect off his pupils.
“Devon, when we get back to my place, there isn’t going to be an inch of your body that my mouth won’t cover.”
Holy.
Shit.
I swallow.
“Promise?”
He laughs. Kisses me softly this time. And the car stops. The Uber driver clears his throat. Four blocks have sadly come and gone. Part of me never wants to leave this backseat—but with hispromise still freshly bouncing off the headrest of the bucket seat in front of me, I let go of his hair. Jeff seems to be in about as much pain as me when the interior light comes on and I catch his lower lip between my teeth before he pulls away to commence our exit. The Uber driver grins at me and I keep my eyes on Jeff’s ass. Which does nothing to ease my desperate need.
“How fast can you get us upstairs?” I ask from behind him as he twists the key in the thousandth lock.
He pushes the door open and turns sideways so I can pass. I step up into his foyer and flick on the switch.
“I can get upstairs fast. But you need to take it slow. Last thing we need is for you to stumble and reinjure yourself—end up in the imaging center at Jefferson again.”
“I’m not sure if I find this offensive or endearing,” I tell him, holding onto the handrail with caution. I really don’t want to go to the imaging center right now.
“You can decide after,” he says from behind me.
“After what?”
“After we do all the things I’ve been thinking about since I met you.”
His hands are on my hips now, guiding me forward. As I reach the top of his steps, his fingers dip under my sweatshirt and push firmly into my lower back.
“All the things.” I nod. “Since we met? Like at the bar? Or when I was stoned in recovery. Because I’m pretty sure that violates all sorts of patient/doctor rules?—”
I forget how to make words when we reach the side of the couch and he pulls me backward so that every inch of my backside is pressed against his front. He’s warm and hard—everywhere—and the thought of feeling him inside of me makes my legs go all wobbly.
