Chapter 12 #2
She hummed but didn’t lift her head. One hand palmed his cock and the other dug into his ass, making Doc freeze in place. He’d never been as turned on as he was right now. He wanted to push Ember back on his bed and fuck her. Hard.
She tilted her head and smiled up at him, as if proud of the mark she’d put on his neck. Her hands hadn’t moved off his body; she continued to knead his cock, even as she swayed in front of him.
It was the sway that finally got Doc’s brain working again.
He could smell the tequila from her drinks, which also helped bring him back to the present.
He wasn’t going to take advantage of Ember.
No way. When they had sex for the first time, she was going to be stone-cold sober and completely sure this was what she wanted.
Because once he took her, that would be it.
She’d ruin him for any other woman. He knew it as well as he knew his name.
Trying to ignore the way she was holding his cock, Doc reached behind her and quickly unhooked her bra.
She had to drop her hands to get the straps off, and Doc could only stare at her tits.
Damn. She was absolutely perfect. Her areolas were darker than her skin, the shade of a starless night.
Her nipples were the same dark color—and they were pointing straight at him.
Doc’s mouth watered. He wanted to lean down and taste. But he knew if he started, it would be almost impossible to stop. Especially since Ember wasn’t exactly pushing him away.
She arched her back and put her hands behind her, smiling as she preened for him. “Like what you see?”
“Fucking love it,” Doc said, as he reached for the T-shirt. “Sit up, Em.”
She did, and he quickly put his shirt over her head.
“Arm,” he ordered.
Em frowned and seemed extremely confused as he dressed her in his shirt. Doc ignored her questioning look and reached over and pulled back the covers. “Scoot in.”
“But…I thought we were going to have sex?”
Doc got her settled under his covers, and the sight of her in his bed was almost as arousing as seeing her naked. Almost.
“We are,” he told her. “But not tonight.”
“Why?” she asked. “I thought… Oh, shit…you don’t want me?”
“I want you,” Doc was quick to reassure her.
“But the first time we make love isn’t going to be when you’re drunk.
I want you to remember every single second of our time together.
We’ll only get one first time, Em, and I want you to be completely sober.
I want your head to spin because of the orgasms I give you, not because of the alcohol running through your veins. ”
“Orgasms? Plural?” she asked breathlessly.
Doc chuckled. “Yeah, sweetheart. You think one is gonna be enough?”
“Um…yes?”
“No fucking way. I want to see you get off with my mouth on you. I want to watch you get yourself off in front of me, so I can learn what you like. Then I’m going to fuck you so hard and deep, you aren’t going to be able to think of any other man being inside you ever again.
And I want to feel you come on my cock, pushing me over the edge. ”
“Yes. Please,” she said, the longing easy to see in her eyes.
Doc shook his head. She was so damn adorable. And she was his. All his.
“I should go home,” she sighed.
Doc’s heart almost stopped beating for a second. She wanted to leave? But then he saw how her eyelids drooped and she seemed to melt even farther into the sheets.
She didn’t want to leave; she was trying to be considerate.
“It’s late,” he told her softly. “And you’re already in bed. Stay.” He’d take her home if she really wanted to go.
“’Kay.”
“I’m going to go get you a glass of water and some painkillers. I have a feeling you’re gonna be hurting in the morning. You gonna stay put?”
She nodded.
“Good.”
“Craig?”
“Yeah?”
“Most other guys would’ve taken what I was offering.”
Doc figured she was right. “Probably.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to have sex? I don’t mind. And I really do want you.”
“I want you too. But it wouldn’t feel right to take you when you’re this drunk.”
“I didn’t mean to. I got nervous about tonight and figured I’d have a few drinks to loosen up.”
“I know. It’s okay. You’re allowed to have fun, Em.”
“But I really wanted to see your penis.”
Doc burst out laughing. “Penis? Lord, woman. Don’t call it that. It brings back too many memories of health class in middle school when we were showed diagrams of penises and vaginas.”
Ember grinned. “Sorry. Your dick. Cock. That big, huge monster in your pants.”
He loved her teasing. “That’s better.”
She sighed again, then whispered, “Don’t hurt me, Craig. Please.”
“I won’t. How could I hurt the best thing that’s ever happened to me?”
She smiled, then turned onto her side and curled into a ball.
Doc knew if he didn’t get the water and pills in her soon, he’d lose his chance. Leaning down, he kissed her temple gently. “I’ll be right back.”
“I’ll be here,” she mumbled.
It took two and a half minutes for Doc to return with the water, and he was able to rouse Ember enough to sit up and drink half the glass. She swallowed the pills, then immediately lay back down and closed her eyes.
Doc sat next to her for twenty minutes, watching her sleep.
It was sappy, and probably a little creepy, but he couldn’t take his eyes off her.
The day had been good. She’d clicked with the women in their circle and everyone had loved her.
He hadn’t doubted they would, but it was a relief to know he hadn’t been blinded by all that was Ember Maxwell.
He wanted to stay. Wanted to slip under the covers and curl up behind her. Feel her bare legs tangle with his own. But he knew it would be safer to sleep elsewhere.
Leaning down, Doc kissed her temple once more. She sighed in her sleep and smiled.
“Sleep well, love,” he whispered, before standing and heading for the en suite bathroom.
He’d change and spend the night in the room across the hall.
He’d be close enough to hear Ember if she happened to get sick or if she otherwise needed him, but far enough to give her some privacy…
and to hopefully get his libido under control.
Ember woke up the next morning and groaned. Her head was pounding and she felt like shit. Some things were a little fuzzy from last night—but she remembered everything that happened when she got back to Craig’s house.
She’d thrown herself at him, practically stripped naked, and he’d been a complete gentleman and had gotten her situated in bed—his bed—and hadn’t taken advantage of her.
She also remembered what he’d said he wanted to do to her, and it made her clench her thighs together and squirm under the sheet.
She wanted that. All of it. She’d never touched herself in front of anyone before, but for Craig, she had a feeling she’d do whatever he asked.
Looking at the clock, she saw it was seven-thirty. It had been a long time since she’d slept in this late. Ember wasn’t sure what time they’d gotten back to the house, but it had to have been a couple hours after midnight.
Stretching, she sat up and contemplated what to do next.
She had her overnight bag in the back of his car, but she hadn’t brought it inside last night.
Looking around Craig’s room, she blinked in surprise when she saw her bag sitting next to the bathroom door.
At some point, Craig must’ve gone out to get it and brought it upstairs.
God. He was amazing. Thoughtful, observant, and kind, all at the same time. And he had a hell of a body to boot. Ember remembered the feel of his hard cock under her hand last night. Thinking back to how appalled he’d been when she’d called it a penis made her smile.
Ember couldn’t deny she was a little embarrassed at how everything had gone down last night, but knowing Craig wasn’t the kind of man to take advantage of her when she wasn’t thinking straight was pretty awesome. Living in Hollywood had made her jaded, that was for sure.
Ember climbed out of bed and headed for the bathroom. She grabbed her bag on the way and decided that Craig had made a mistake, giving her his shirt to sleep in. He wasn’t getting it back. It was old and soft, and it was obviously well worn. And now it was hers.
Twenty minutes later, Ember was dressed in a pair of jeans and a pale green scoop-neck shirt.
With her head still pounding, she made her way down the stairs.
Craig had told her he was a morning person, and he hadn’t lied.
He was sitting at his kitchen table with a cup of coffee next to him and an empty plate.
The second he saw her, he stood and came toward her. He put his hands on either side of her head, tilted it up, and studied her closely. “How do you feel?” he asked quietly.
Ember shrugged as she reached up and took hold of his wrists. “I’m okay. I have a headache and feel slightly queasy, but based on how much I drank, I think I got off easy.”
“I’m sorry I already ate, but I figured it would be better to cook before you got up, just in case you were nauseous. Can you eat anything? How about some dry toast to start?”
Some women might’ve gotten irritated with their men for not waiting to eat with them, but the reasoning behind his decision was thoughtful and caring. “Dry toast sounds great. And I’d love some coffee too.”
“Sit. I’ll bring it to you.” Then he kissed her briefly on the lips before escorting her to the chair he’d just vacated.
While Ember waited for him to toast some bread, Craig brought her a glass of water and some more painkillers.
“Best to stay hydrated today, it’ll help you feel better faster.
If you can, drink that first, then the coffee. Okay?”
Ember had been waited on her entire life. Her parents had a live-in cook who brought her meals three times a day. But she’d never felt as cared for as when Craig brought her two plain pieces of toast and a cup of coffee.
She nibbled on her bland breakfast, happy it seemed to be settling well.