His flesh slapped against hers, and warmth surrounded them both. He pounded hard, yanking her back to meet his thrusts, so much male power in him that she found it hard to breathe. And then she didn’t care. She climbed toward the pinnacle, her internal walls alive with firing nerve endings so fierce she felt burned.
He changed the angle of his thrusts and she exploded. The climax blew through her, clit to breasts, hitting every other nerve on the way. She cried out, arching her back, taking more of him.
The orgasm took forever. He kept hammering inside her until she finally went limp, her elbows giving out. She turned her face in the nick of time to keep from smashing her nose and breathed deep, panting wildly.
He pressed deep inside her, his grip firm, and jerked several times with his own release.
Her heart beat so rapidly that she had to take several breaths to calm it. This couldn’t be healthy.
He pulled out and lifted her, easily sliding her between the sheets before joining her. His large body spooned around her and she snuggled back, enjoying his groan when her butt met his penis. “You okay?” he asked.
“Yes.” She played with the hair on his arm, which was banded around her waist. Holding her in place. She was a doctor who understood every inch of the human body, and she couldn’t explain that. Couldn’t even comprehend the strength of those orgasms.
“Good. Are we clear on everything else?” he asked.
She rolled her eyes, too satiated to muster much outrage. “Yes.” If it made him feel better, she’d call him any time day or night.
“Good girl.”
He said it again, darn it. “Ace?” She tried to snap. “Stop being bossy.”
“Wrong answer.” He rolled and took her with him. “Guess we’re ready for round two. Hold on, baby. You’re gonna beg this time.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
May’s entire body was deliciously sore after the wild night with Ace. Oddly enough, a sober Ace Osprey was more dangerous than a tipsy one. The edge in him had come out full force, steady and focused, and she hadn’t been prepared for that version of him. Heat crept up her neck at the memory. She gently rubbed the slight hickey there as she moved exam rooms, the clinic’s hallway humming with fluorescent lights above her.
Lance had already cleaned up after she’d stitched up another fisherman who had taken a lure to the forearm. It had been a wildly crazy morning of tourists and some locals, the waiting room full of sunburned faces and complaints about stomachaches. The fishing season always did this. People came in thinking Alaska was a wilderness they could conquer. Alaska disagreed.
“I think there’s a flu going around,” she said to Lance, who was finishing wiping down the counter with a bleach concoction she favored. The scent hung in the air, clean and biting.
“Yeah, I know. My mom has it,” Lance said, turning around and yawning widely. “Has Ivy been in yet?”
“I haven’t seen her,” May said. It was odd. Ivy was never late. Never careless. May glanced toward the small office down the hall where Ivy usually kept her bag tucked beneath the desk. “I called her, but there wasn’t an answer.”
“She looked like she was drinking pretty hard last night when I popped by the bar to fetch the senator’s party to go fishing.” Lance looked tired today, with ruffled hair and wrinkled jeans beneath a black T-shirt.
May leaned against the doorframe for a moment, letting the cool metal press into her shoulder blades. So far there wasn’t anybody who needed her immediate attention. “How did it go, anyway?”
“It was all right.” Lance shrugged. “That guy’s kind of a jerk if you ask me. He’s the only senator I’ve ever met. What a loser.”
May arched a brow. “Oh?”
“He talked about you a lot and asked tons of questions.”
A thin thread of tension pulled through her. She pushed away from the doorframe and slid her hands into the pockets of her lab coat. “What kind of questions?”
“Like he wanted to know all about you and Ace Osprey. How long you’ve been dating. If it’s serious. Who you dated before him.” Lance twisted his lip. “All personal stuff about you.”
May stared at the counter for a beat, at the faint scratch in the laminate she’d meant to fix months ago. The memory of the night before flickered through her again, Ace’s hands steady, his mouth warm against her skin, the way he’d looked at her afterward. Dangerous, yes. But not a jerk like the senator. “Did you tell him anything?” she asked quietly.
Lance snorted. “No. I told him it wasn’t any of his business.”
Good. Still, her stomach chilled. Kyle asking questions about her and Ace didn’t sit right, especially if Kyle was serious about causing problems for the town with Brock as the sheriff. She crossed the room and straightened a stack of gauze that didn’t need straightening.
She checked the clock on the wall. The second hand ticked forward, steady and indifferent. Ivy should’ve been at work by now. May reached for her phone on the counter, debating whether to try calling again.
It was after ten in the morning. The clinic had settled into that mid-morning lull when the early rush was over but lunchtime hadn’t hit yet. “What time did you guys get back from fishing?”
