Chapter 4
DANNY
She doesn’t go straight to sleep this time, and neither do I.
My heart is practically punching out of my chest as we lie on the floor and recoup.
I may have been giving, not receiving, but tonguing Holly to orgasm and holding her through it was intense.
And the expression on her face as she came – full of the wonder of it – makes me feel like king of the fucking world.
I want to savour it.
The way I’m savouring the sweet, musky taste of her on my lips and the aroma of her arousal, still thick and intoxicating in my nostrils.
This woman is like no woman I’ve ever met.
She’s barely been civil to me the past few weeks, despite the lust that lurks in her eyes every time we cross paths, and now here she is, naked and sated beside me.
She let me in; she gave herself over to me.
My cock is hard and my balls ache from sexual denial, but my heart is full, and I’ve never felt so satisfied.
I feel like I’ve been given a gift. I feel like I could deny myself forever if it means I can pleasure Holly Vincent for the rest of my life.
I don’t even have to think about it to know it’d be worth the agony.
Already I want to touch her again. Go again.
But I can tell from the tension vibrating off her she’s not lying there enjoying the buzz. I can practically hear her thinking. I smile at the ceiling. ‘Breathe, Doc. Everything’s fine.’ Everything is more than fine, as far as I’m concerned. It’s fucking awesome.
‘I’m breathing.’
I laugh at her choked reply. If someone came into her ER with her respiratory state, she’d probably put oxygen on them. I roll my head to the side to inspect her profile. Her gaze is fixed on the ceiling.
‘Now you’re freaking out, right?’
Her mouth purses, and she doesn’t say anything for a beat or two as she slowly fills her lungs and blows the air out in a slow, steady stream.
‘Why on earth would I be freaking out?’ she says, her breathing obviously not bad enough to inhibit sarcasm. ‘I’ve only let a guy I barely know put his hands down my pants and then let him go down on me.’
I chuckle as her voice goes all high and breathy again. I plan to do a lot more than that, but I wisely keep it to myself. ‘I take it this is outside your usual behaviour.’
She rolls her head to fix me with a look, and I like how close our mouths are and the warmth of her shoulder as it presses into mine. I grin as she pulls out that haughty looking-down-the-nose thing she’s perfected. I wonder if she knows she does it?
‘You take it right.’
‘It’s okay. Like I say—’ My gaze drops to her mouth. A memory of it parted and panting as she came slices straight to my groin. The thought of it wrapped around my cock makes me want to groan out loud. ‘What happens in the elevator…’
She blushes and rolls her head back to centre and trains her eyes on the ceiling again, but I’m encouraged by the fact she hasn’t tried to cover herself yet.
‘It’s been fun though, right?’
‘That’s hardly a reason to do anything.’
I full-out laugh this time. I think fun is the reason to do a lot of things, and I’m hit with the sudden desire to show this woman some fun. She does an important job, pretty much to the exclusion of all else, from what I can see – I wouldn’t mind being her fun.
‘No offence, Doc,’ I tease, ‘but a chick who doesn’t even masturbate doesn’t get to be the fun police.’
The colour in her cheeks goes from pink to crimson. ‘I didn’t say I didn’t.’
‘Ahhh. I get it.’ I nod and suppress a grin. It’s probably wrong I get off on teasing her. It’s like verbal foreplay, and my nerves itch with anticipation. My dick twitches. ‘It’s okay if you use a mechanical device instead, Doc. No shame in it.’
She rolls her head to glare at me. ‘I’m not talking with you about… dildos.’
I smile as I roll up on my side and look down at her. She’s glorious, all stretched out and naked. In the dim light, her skin glows milky pale, her nipples a light mocha, her dark hair spread out around her head like an ebony halo. ‘If I was a patient, you would.’
‘You’re not.’
‘Just say I was?’ I persist for no other reason than I like to hear the D word coming from her lips and the way saying it puts colour in her cheeks.
‘Believe it or not, most patients don’t come into the ER to have a conversation about dildos. Not unless one is irretrievably stuck up their ass.’
I blink, shocked by her matter-of-factness, considering the pinkness in her face. I laugh. ‘Seriously?’
‘Seriously. We have an ass box full of things that people have shoved up their rectums and need medical assistance to retrieve. Plenty of dildos in there. It kind of puts you off owning one.’
‘So you don’t own one?’
There was a long pause. ‘No.’
‘Because of the ass box? I hate to break it to you, Doc, but if you do it right, you should be pretty safe.’
She rolls her eyes at me. ‘Look, despite present behaviour to the contrary, I’m just not that… sexually daring.’
I almost laugh. A dildo is sexually daring? But I don’t want her to clam up. I want her to keep talking, so I suppress the tickle in my vocal cords.
‘And if you think I have even two minutes of my life to spare for sexual recreation, then you’re crazy.’
‘Thought you docs were always banging in the on-call rooms?’
She half laughs, half snorts. ‘Are you kidding? Even if I could find the time and the inclination to commit a potentially career-ending act at work, there’s no privacy in those places. No locks, either. This is real life. Not television.’
‘In which case, you definitely need a dildo in your life.’
Or a building super on speed dial…
‘I’ll think about it when I’m thirty-five and I might finally have some spare time to utilise it.’
It is depressing as hell that this highly sexual woman, who has blown apart in my arms twice this morning, is living an asexual life. Her acceptance of it is even more so.
‘So, the city can thank you for this blizzard,’ I say, determined now to cram our time in the elevator with as much sexual recreation as possible.
And fill every other spare moment of her life with it, too, after we get out of here – if I play my cards right.
She frowns. ‘How do you figure that?’
‘Clearly, the universe was trying to get you laid, and even it knew drastic measures were required.’
She doesn’t say anything for a second, then her face smooths out, and she laughs, her shoulders shaking, her boobs shifting hypnotically with the movement. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her laugh, and it’s so fucking sexy I feel it all the way down to my aching balls.
I kiss her then, I can’t help myself. She’s irresistible and she opens to me on a moan and slowly winds her arms around my neck, presses her tits to my chest, her nipples two hard points, and we’re panting and breathing hard within seconds.
My pulse crashes through my head and bounds through the shaft of my cock, increasing the pain tenfold.
I want to rip down my jeans and plunge inside her.
‘Christ,’ I mutter against her mouth and pull away before I do rip them down and fuck her into the floor. My wallet and stash of condoms are in the apartment, and besides, I want this to be about her.
I roll onto my back. I know she’s as turned on as I am; I can hear it in the husky rasp of her breathing. I know I could roll her under me and have her. I’ve always known that. But I resist, mentally quelling the revolt in my testicles.
‘You don’t want to…?’
Her hesitant question wraps a hand around my heart and squeezes. I like that she’s tentative. A lot of women I’ve been with would just jump on top – behaviour I fully endorse – but who knew shyness was this arousing? ‘No condom.’
She’s quiet for a moment, then she sits upright.
I enjoy the view as everything shifts nicely, before she draws her knees up and covers all the good bits.
Her gaze falls on my crotch, and my dick bucks against the zipper, practically punching a hole in my jeans.
It wants out. The ache in my balls intensifies.
She glances over her shoulder at me. ‘I may not be the sexual athlete you appear to be—’
‘Hey,’ I protest on a laugh.
She smiles and carries on. ‘But even I know there’s more than one way to…’ I tense, hoping she doesn’t say skin a cat. My dick is in enough pain. ‘Get a guy off. I am a doctor, you know.’
I chuckle and stroke my index finger up her spine, because I can’t not touch her. She shivers slightly, and goosebumps fan out from my touch.
‘And it’s the least I can do, after…’
She lowers her gaze slightly, but she doesn’t look away. Or blush or squirm. My body throbs with the urge to sink inside her, but I know a little denial won’t kill me.
Christ, I hate denial.
‘I don’t expect quid pro quo, Doc.’ She cocks an eyebrow, and I laugh. ‘Yeah, I know some Latin.’
She laughs too. ‘Well, you’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?’
My fingers draw lazy patterns on her back. ‘You have no idea.’
Her smile fades a little, and she looks away, resting her chin on her knees.
Her hair falls forward, obscuring her from my view, and if I could kick my own ass I would.
I’ve just reminded her how much she doesn’t know about me.
Reminded her that what she’s doing inside this broken-down elevator with me is completely out of character.
I’ve brought the outside world into our bubble, reminded her there’s a world outside these four walls.
Well done, douchebag.
I scramble to drag her back inside the bubble the only way I know how. She wants some sexual adventure, right? ‘Maybe I could go in for a little quid pro quo. If you’re up for a challenge?’
Her head turns slowly until her amber eyes fix on me. They glitter with sexual interest. Her lips part slightly in the kind of pout that betrays her arousal. ‘What did you have in mind?’
‘Do you think you could get me off with just your hand down my pants? No taking my jeans off, no kissing, no touching other than your hand wrapped around my cock.’