Nadia ducked her head, as if she was embarrassed by what he said. “I’m not that special. I’m just me.”
“Don’t sell yourself short. I’ve spoken to Eric when we’ve been called out. He says you always go the extra mile to make sure your patients feel calm and also when you speak to your patients’ loved ones your compassion shines through. That’s rare and I don’t ever want to abuse that.”
She smoothed her hands up his arms, his skin tingling in her wake. “You won’t, Mitch. I believe that deep inside.”
There was more Mitch could say, but stopped himself. Now wasn’t the time. The time was for them to become connected on a deeper, more personal level. Capturing her lips again he losthimself in the moment. The moment where it was just him and Nadia. The moment where everything was right in his life.
Her hands grabbed at his shirt, pulling it from his trousers. He wanted to rip the damn thing from his body, the need to have her hands all over him was stronger than anything he’d ever experienced. But he let her go at her own pace. Her fingers worked quickly on getting the buttons undone as if she couldn’t wait to get close to his skin as well.
A cool breeze from the air conditioning hit him when she pushed the material from his shoulders. Mitch didn’t mind letting Nadia take the lead. There would be plenty of other times he would be in control. For their first time together he was more than happy to do what she wanted.
A few moments later his trousers were in a heap around his ankles and her hand was rubbing against his hard length. The fabric of his boxer briefs was stretched in a way they hadn’t been for a long time. He closed his eyes and moaned long when her hand dipped beneath the material and grabbed his throbbing cock. “Boston, you’re going to kill me here.”
“We can’t have that can we?” She squeezed him again before pulling her hand out.
“I think I need to even things up a little here,” he muttered as he found the knot of her dress. He wasn’t a surgeon for nothing. He was as skilled with his fingers as Nadia was and he had her dress off her in seconds. “Fuck, Boston, you really are going to kill me.” He groaned at the sight of her lacy pink lingerie. Her bra cupped her breasts perfectly, as if hands were holding them. They were the perfect size and her nipples pushed against the soft fabric. He licked his lips eager to taste her.
Giving into his basic needs, he scooped her up and placed her on the bed. He lay down beside her, his fingers tickling her belly as his lips closed around her tempting breasts. They moaned together as he sucked her nipple hard.
“Mitch, that feels amazing. Harder.”
Not one to deny a woman anything, he gently bit the peak before running his tongue over it to soothe the bite. While her bra was beautiful to look at, it was hindering his overall experience. Reaching beneath her, he quickly released the fabric. Nadia lifted from the bed helping him to remove it. Her hands went to the thin straps of her lace panties, but he stilled her movement.
“Let me.” Again he pressed his lips against her and the chaste kiss turned into a carnal open mouthed one. Their tongues dueled with each other. Nadia’s nails dug into his shoulders and he welcomed the sting of pain. He wanted to take it slow. Take the time to savor every taste and touch. Learn the places that would have her panting hard, but the need to consume her was overwhelming him and he had a feeling that it was the same for her.
As if she could read his mind, her fingers scraped down his back until they reached the waistband of his boxers. Before she could push them down he lifted himself away and divested himself of his last piece of clothing. Not one to be left behind, and because they’d been equal partners from the second they’d entered the room, Nadia removed her panties and dropped them over the side of the bed.
“I know I keep saying it, but you’re so beautiful, Nadia. I need you so badly.” He placed a hand on her pubic bone, above the strip of hair where his fingers and tongue itched to possess.
“Take me, Mitch. I’m all yours.” To prove her point she grabbed his hand and placed it over her pussy. Of their own volition his fingers slipped through her wet folds. Nadia bucked beneath his touch, and because she still had hold of his hand, she encouraged him to stroke her. Encouragement was the last thing he needed, he was all in.
His lips closed over her nipple again, sucking in time with the thrusting of his fingers.
Slow. Slow.
Fast. Fast.
Hard. Hard.
Soft. Soft.
The tempo was natural and seemed to work perfectly for them. Nadia’s breathing became more ragged and her soft moans increased in volume until her back arched and she screamed when her inner muscles pulsed around his finger as she orgasmed.
Mitch’s body was on fire. He wanted to sink into the warm channel where his fingers were. Slowly he withdrew as fine tremors rippled through Nadia.
He gave her a slow kiss to calm her and him down. He was close to the edge and if he followed through on his need to sink into her, he’d blow his load the second he entered her.
Her hands caressed his shoulders lightly, and her hips kept grinding against him, as if he’d only whetted her appetite and she still wanted more. Which was fine by him.
Breaking the kiss, he pulled away from her. “Where are you going?” she mumbled as he slipped off the bed.
Grabbing his pants he pulled out his wallet and held it up. “Protection.” He pulled out the only condom he had. Damn, he wished he had more than one and maybe it showed on his face because what Nadia said next was the last thing he ever expected hearing from her.
“It’s okay, I’ve got a couple in my purse.”
“I love a woman who is prepared,” he grinned and ripped the packet open. He rolled the condom on quickly and climbed back on the bed, lying over her once again. Their bodies were aligned. Breast to chest. Hip to hip. His hard cock resting between herlegs, itching to get inside her like his fingers had been only moments ago.
Their gazes connected and Mitch took a few seconds to look at the woman beneath him. Her brown hair spread across the white pillow, soft as silk. Her eyes slumberous with desire and her lips plump from his kisses. He swore his heart was about to thump out of his chest. He’d never had this type of intense feeling wash over him when he was about to make love to a woman.
