4. Dillan
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DILLAN
T he large king bed is turned down for the evening. I find Lizzie by the large window, standing in an alluring position, the illuminated city behind her.
“The view is even more fascinating in here!” she beams, her eyes sparkling.
Her red dress cascades elegantly as she unconsciously extends one long leg to put down her champagne glass on the nearest surface, creating a subtle yet captivating silhouette. I can see the outline of her breasts, muscular thigh and calves. She’s effortlessly sexy.
“It is,” I say, my eyes on her and her alone. I can’t help but agree with the view—it’s definitely more inviting than the city lights. I walk toward her, removing my jacket and tossing it to the side.
“Hi,” she says when I reach her.
“Hi.” I push her hair away from her face. We look at each other in silence for a moment. She is so beautiful to me. “You’re fucking gorge?—”
Before I can finish my sentence, she launches a surprise attack, her perfect lips back on mine, her hands swiftly removing my tie and undoing the first few buttons of my shirt. She’s all set to dive into the night, fidgeting with a restlessness I’m only too familiar with. Lizzie has never been one to sit still.
“Easy there,” I rumble when she almost knocks her empty champagne glass off the table. “The city isn’t going anywhere, and neither are we. Let’s savor this, no need to be nervous. Okay?”
“Okay.” She smiles. “This is all…a little overwhelming.”
She isn’t wrong.
“I’ll set the pace—you just enjoy the view.” My eyes scan the cityscape behind her before I return my focus where I really want to be. I let my fingertips graze her chin, watching with fascination as she shudders at my touch, her breathing quickening. I take her hip and smoothly guide her around, positioning her to face the city with me standing closely behind.
“The vibrant heartbeat of the cityscape is meant to be felt, not just seen,” I murmur, breathing in the scent of her skin. I feel the tension leave her body. Lizzie smells like a subtle blend of citrus and fresh rain—vivid, mesmerizing, beautiful.
My hands run down along her long bare arm, and I bring both her hands up, intertwining our fingers, guiding them to rest against the cool glass.
“I never thought I could feel it so intensely,” she says huskily, a hint of intrigue in her voice. “…so intimately.”
“You have no idea,” I grumble, enjoying our closeness, my hands caressing hers. Her skin is soft and inviting. “Let the city be our witness.”
I release her slender hands, allowing them to linger against the glass. My hands glide down her outstretched arms to her shoulders, leaving goosebumps along the way, and my lips return to her neck. I love the way she sucks in a breath when my teeth scrape her heated skin and how her back eagerly presses against my body.
“Do you know what I’m going to do to you?” I grumble, my lips tracing the shell of her ear.
“Tell me,” she breathes softly. Her husky voice goes straight to my dick.
I slide my hands down over her hip and beneath her dress, gripping her smooth thighs.
I lower my voice. “Touch you.” I run my tongue along the length of her neck. “Taste you.” That draws another moan out of her. “Fuck you. Long. And hard.” I feel her back shudder against me. “And make you come so hard you’ll never forget this night.”
“Dear God. That’s probably…” She breaks off into a gasp when I gently bite the spot below her ear. “ Heavens …lost my train of thought.”
Palming her breasts from behind through her dress, I feel her hard nipples through the cloth. I continue to tease them, to play with the sexy buds when her breathing becomes more rapid, and her ass presses against my hardening cock.
Our eyes meet in the reflection of the picture window. She leans her head against the cold window as if to cool her feverish forehead. The movement forward pushes her ass even tighter against me. Under the thin fabric of the dress, I can make out her firm curves. I long to place my cock between her ass cheeks or spread her legs and enter her from behind, and even though her eyes, her body tells me she’s ready for me, I force myself to slow down.
There’s no need to rush, I tell myself, adopting the same advice I shared with her moments ago.
After all, we have all night.
Certainly, even more.
I busy myself with her sensitive nipples, reveling in the moans that spill out of her.
“Dillan…you’re killing me…please, I…”
She trails off as I draw away from her neck and cup her long blonde hair in one hand. I twist the heavy strands in my fist and—gently at first—force her to bend her head further back until she presents her flawless neck to me in the refection. Lizzie moans softly. I lower my head and brush my lips against the smooth, scented skin of her neck, barely touching it.
Her ample breasts rise and fall deeply as if anticipating the rhythm of us fucking. Her nipples push through the fabric toward the glass, irresistible to me. With my free hand, I unzip her red dress, slip off her sleeves, and pull it down around her waist.
That’s all it takes—the dress falls to the floor, and except for her black thong, thigh-high stockings secured with a garter belt, and mid-heeled sandals, Lizzie is naked.
Sweet Jesus, help me.
Our eyes meet again in the window pane. My way of fucking is hard and uncompromising. Eye contact is important so I can be sure every second that I’m not going too far, that she’s enjoying herself. Of course, I believe—like probably every man on this planet—that I have a good sense for understanding what pleases a woman, but I won’t leave anything to chance—especially not with Lizzie.
Lizzie’s brown eyes gleam. Her little pink tongue licks her upper lip. I give her a little wiggle room with the hand I’ve tightly wrapped around her blonde mane. Then I pull her to me until her bare back is against my chest. As if of her own accord, she follows my wordless instruction, leaning her head back against my shoulder and pushing her hips toward me.
I clasp her gorgeous tits from behind with both hands. They seem made for my hands, full and heavy, and nestle in my palms. I squeeze the rosy buds with my thumb and forefinger and feel her center begin to tremble and her breathing pick up. “Oh…” Feeling her, getting that reaction out of her and at the same time seeing her reflection in the window pane could drive any man insane.
Her body is curvy and strong, her long legs lean and muscular. Even now, in the grip of her pleasure—which I control—her movements exude the disciplined grace of a dancer who never loses control. Never?
We’ll see.
“Spread your legs further apart.”
When she does, I grab her waist firmly with one hand. My other slips under the waistband of her thong. She’s clean-shaven, as I hoped and expected. I gently spread her smooth labia. She feels like silk, soft against my fingertips. Lizzie’s eyes are shut, her face a portrait of focused, unwavering devotion.
She isn’t just damp, she’s wet.
Softy, I brush over her clit, once, and she wiggles her hips, shivering with pleasure.
“Told you I had it covered,” I growl.
“Oh shit. Spot-on…perfect…”
Her voice is music to my ears, and I’m determined to make her sing.
I stroke her clit, over and over, using the slowest possible speed. I rub lazy circles, until her breathing becomes ragged, until her face shows a moment of wavering. I tease her wet clit enough to keep her close to coming, but never quite able to get there.
“Dillan…please. Stop torturing me.”
“I know, baby,” I growl, continuing the sweet torture until she arches her back, and her naked tits press into the window.
“Open your eyes,” I tell her.
I want her to watch while I make her come.
I tweak her clit. Pinch her clit. Rub it, patiently and impatiently at the same time. Her mouth opens as her moans grow more and more intense. My cock has never been screaming louder, roaring to be released. I don’t alternate between slow and fast movements, I keep the circling motion she enjoys, until I feel her dripping on my hand, and her legs begin to shake.
Then I whisper five words into her ear: “Come for me, Lizzie. Now.”
She does with a loud “ Yes!”
After that I pick her trembling body up in my arms and carry her to the bed. I lay her down gently, while she consumes me with hooded eyes. She grabs the back of my head and pulls me into a kiss, harsher and deeper than the ones before.
“Not so fast, sweetness.” I sit up and take off her heels and slide down her drenched thong. I strip off my shirt and toss it behind me to join her dress on the floor. Her hands are as eager as mine—growing increasingly familiar with the way the other feels.
After removing my undershirt in one swoop, I hover over her, my arms to the left and right of her, and I take each nipple into my mouth one at a time. Swirling my tongue and gently biting her hardened nipples, I trail open-mouthed kisses to the apex of her thighs.
Lizzie bucks beneath my touch, but I press my hand on her stomach to still her until I’m in position. Licking and sucking her inner thigh as I circle her sensitive bundle of nerves with my thumb, she sucks in a breath, digging her fingers into my hair.
“Dillan…please. I want to feel you inside me.” She lets out a little scream and her hips jiggle as I lick her clit.
“Stay still.”
“I can’t. Now, Dillan. Now,” she begs.
“We’ll get there,” I rumble. My name on her lips urges me to lick, kiss, suck relentlessly. Her hands tug on my hair in her excitement, her body writhing underneath me. Everything she does, every sound she makes excites me and spurs me on even further.
The more I lick her clit, the higher her hips rise up to my mouth.
“Oh…my …”
She’s beyond coherent words. I want her this way and no other.
“Do you want to come on my mouth or on my cock?”
“Cock. Definitely cock. I’m on the pill.”
Normally I would have still put on a condom. But this is Lizzie. She would never lie to me or allow me to fuck her if she was at even the slightest risk of contracting an STD. As a doctor, I act against my sanity, but as a man, I trust Lizzie.
Climbing the length of her body and feeling the mattress dip under my weight, I kiss her deeply, sharing her sweetness on my tongue and wrapping her long legs around my waist. She follows through with the movement, cradling my face in her hands as if she’s trying to make sure I won’t pull away. Hard nipples scrape my chest. Longing eyes meet mine. With one hand, I bundle her wrists and push them up and above her head, causing a soft gasp to escape from her lips.
“Keep them there,” I order.
With the other hand, I unfasten my belt and lower my zipper.
I’m harder than steel.
There’s nothing between us anymore—we’re skin to skin.
“Eyes on me,” I growl, caging her body completely. “I want to look into your eyes when I make you mine.”
She locks eyes with me. She looks vulnerable and at the same time so incredibly strong it sends a stab of pain through my heart. Oh, Lizzie.
Slowly, I press into her, taking my time to fill her.
To take her.
To make her mine.
The sensation of her wet heat around my cock has my jaw clenching. It’s taking my ability to breathe, to reason, to think. I push in deeper, ever so slowly. I pull out only to slide back into her tight pussy. Thrusting in and out, I drink in her gasps, her moans, her uttering my name, with her arms still locked high above her head.
Fuck that’s good.
I push in deeper and feel her body tremble. Not long now, and she’ll come under me. “Feel this moment. Feel me. Feel us.”
“Oh shit . I do. I feel it all.”
I chuckle. “Is this what you need?” I ask her.
“I need you , Dillan.”
“And I need you, baby. You’re so beautiful, taking my cock so well,” I whisper-growl into her neck. “You’re such a good bad girl.”
A subtle smirk pulls at her lips, but her only response is another gasp and a low moan.
I continue to thrust into her, fucking her thoroughly.
We come together, clutching one another while trying to catch our breath. When I draw back to look down at her, Lizzie’s soft gaze makes me reach up to gently stroke her cheek.
“Hey, beautiful,” I whisper.
“Hey.”
She leans into my touch, letting out a satisfied sigh, and her eyes flutter closed. I follow her lead, closing my own eyes as I press my forehead against hers, savoring the moment.
“Dillan,” she says in a low voice. “That was…”
“Yeah,” I growl. “I know.”
“You know what? What did I want to say?” she challenges with a smirk.
Slowly, I roll us onto our sides and drape my arm across her waist. The hunger inside me is somewhat sated—for right now. Lizzie traces the lines of my face with her fingertips, a soft smile gracing her features.
“That you just had the hottest sex with the hottest guy you ever met,” I tease.
She laughs. “Close, but not quite. I was going to say, ‘That was… a good warm-up, but let’s see what else you’ve got.’”
“Oh, so you think you can handle more, huh?”
“There’s only one way to find out…”
“Then I better get to work.”
Before I can make another move, Lizzie grins, then gently places a hand on my chest. She lets out a contented sigh, her gaze meeting mine. “Okay, fine, let’s be real. It was…mind-blowing. Holy smokes .” She snuggles up to me, her tone softening. “It’s been a while for me,” she admits. “I’ve never felt like that before. Do you really think you can deliver any more of that ?”
“Well, yeah ,” I reply with unwavering confidence. “I’ve got plenty more where that came from.”
She laughs. “Cocky bastard.”
“Cocky bastard? Wow, Liz. You sure know how to sweet talk a guy.”
“I sure do,” she says. Then she starts giggling. “You sure we’re not stuck in some kind of time warp? I believe you said exactly the same thing to me years ago. You remember that?”
I raise a brow, enjoying the feel of her bare skin against mine. “Oh, you mean back when you coaxed me into admitting I had a crush on you?”
“I coaxed you ?” This time she laughs so hard tears glisten in her eyes.
A warm and utterly absurd feeling of pride wells up in my chest that I’m the man who not only gave her mind-blowing orgasms in quick succession, but also the one who makes her laugh.
“There’s no force in the world that could make you, Dillan Maxwell, do something you didn’t want to do. Not then, and I’d venture to say, not now.” She gives me a look that I can only describe as challenging. “From what I recall, you admitted to having a crush on me without resorting to flattery or any other tactics, not even thumb screws. And by the way, I’m well aware that it was just a sneaky ploy, all to get another chance to kiss me.”
“It was the plain truth,” I rumble into her ear. “But hey, in love and war, anything goes—even a dirty, mean, ruthless ploy.”
“Oh. I don’t…” Her voice cracks.
Why? Because I put the word “love” in my mouth?
Certainly not. This between Lizzie and me feels phenomenal, sure. It’s as if we never missed a beat and picked up right where we left off. Just like back then, this feels uniquely hot, fun, and yes, trusting too, but…love?
“…I don’t know, I mean,” she finishes her sentence.
She leans toward me and kisses me. I cup her cheek, deepening the kiss.
Letting my other hand roam her hip, I squeeze it and pull her flush against my chest once more. “Ready for the main event?” I tease, building anticipation for what comes next after the warm-up. “A mind-blowing orgasm number three. And four. And five. And more.”
“Oh! What a great id—” is all she manages to say before I grab her and roll her onto her stomach.
I t’s hours later by the time we’re both spent. I lie behind her, drawing her to me, pulling the comforter over us before settling in for sleep. She feels warm and soft in my arms, and I hold her close as she falls asleep.
It’s been a long time since I shared such intimacy with a woman. Usually at this point, I’d be out that door. Reconnecting with Lizzie is more than just comforting. It feels right. Like we were meant to meet up again after all this time. Speaking of—it’s like none has passed between us at all.
I’m exhausted, but I don’t want to sleep.
Not yet, at least.
I enjoy listening to her breathing change when she sleeps in my arms. It’s slow and calm. When she turns in her sleep to face me, I watch her features, admiring her serene expression. Even though she’s been smiling and laughing most of the evening, I can’t help but feel like there’s something else going on with her. There’s tiredness behind her eyes, but not the kind that comes with lack of rest or the normal daily dose of life. It’s the kind that comes with hardship and stress. Tonight wasn’t the time to ask her about it, but in the morning I’ll find out what isn’t going the way she wants in her life.
Watching her peacefully asleep, like she has no care in the world, makes me feel strong. Almost invincible.
My eyes start to droop after a few minutes, so I settle in for sleep. I pull her a bit closer, careful not to wake her. Unfortunately, before I can fully drift off, I hear a buzzing noise coming from the floor.
Oh, no. Fuck.
Recognizing the sound of my cell, part of me wants to ignore it. But since it’s so late, I know the only reason someone would be calling me is because of an emergency.
Carefully, I ease my arm from underneath Lizzie and slip out of bed. It takes me a few seconds to find my phone buried under our forgotten clothes.
“Hello?” I answer in a low voice, not wanting to wake her.
“Dr. Maxwell?” I recognize the voice of Ronnie, the head nurse at Hartshorne General Hospital’s maternity ward.
“Yeah.”
“Mrs. Cleese has gone into premature labor. We need you to come in.”
“Mrs. Cleese isn’t my patient. She’s Fran’s.”
“We have been unable to reach Dr. Amber. Normally we would keep trying but given the early nature of the pregnancy and the pain Mrs. Cleese is in, we feel we shouldn’t wait.”
Annoyance is replaced by worry as my instincts kick in. “All right, I’ll be there as soon as I can. Keep a close eye on them.”
Ending the call, I immediately start pulling on my clothes.
I have to pause for a moment to glance at Lizzie’s naked body. The blanket had moved down when I got up, so I cover her again, but not without admiring the gorgeous view of her beautiful curves. I don’t want to just leave her there, nor do I want to wake her up. I feel like she could use the rest.
My eyes land on the nightstand, where a pad and pen sit by the hotel phone.
Once I’m fully dressed, I grab the pad of paper and quickly jot down a note for her. I hope to return before she wakes, but I don’t know how long the birth will take or how difficult it will be. I leave her a brief explanation and my number so she can call me.
Knowing I have to get going, I pause only to whisper, “Be right back, sweetness,” before reluctantly leaving the hotel room and Lizzie behind.