Chapter 25 #2
“I need more of you.” I tug her gently by the wrist. She doesn’t resist. I guide her onto my lap, and she straddles me in the driver’s seat without a single word.
Her knees press into either side of me, and her hands settle on my shoulders like she’s always belonged there. My pulse slams through me.
“Fuck, look at you,” I murmur, my hands holding her waist. “And I didn’t get to return the favor. And that’s not okay with me.”
She leans in, lips brushing mine with a hint of defiance. “Then do something about it.”
Biting down on my lower lip, she kisses me hard, her tongue tangling with mine. I let her lead for a second before I slide one hand up her back up to fist her hair, angling her head exactly where I want it.
I kiss down her jaw and neck, to the spot beneath her ear. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I breathe against her skin. “Do you know that? Do you even know what you do to me?”
She whimpers, and the sound goes straight through me.
Her hips start to rock over my soaked pants, grinding, slow and deliberate. And fuck me, I’m already rock hard again.
The friction is torture, but this time, I’m holding on, or at least trying to.
My hands skim under her shirt, up over her hot skin, over her ribs, until I’m squeezing her breasts over her bra. She arches into my touch.
“These,” I say, dusting my thumb over her nipples. “Have been driving me crazy all night.”
She gasps, grinding harder against me.
“That’s it,” I encourage. “Take what you need.”
Last time, she pushed me over the edge so fast I didn’t stand a chance.
I grab her hips, guiding her movements, and she gets the hint instantly. Neither of us is undressed. She’s dry humping me like she has all the time in the world, and I don’t even care. I want her flushed and aching and just as uncomfortable as I am.
I pull her shirt down just enough to kiss her delicate skin on her chest and up to the base of her neck.
Her fingers dig into my shoulders. “Brant—”
“I’ve got you. I promise,” I say. “I want to watch you fall apart. Need to see what you look like when you come.”
She gasps into my mouth as she grinds her pussy against my cock. I capture her chin and bring her gaze to me.
“I want to see you.”
I feel her legs start to shake, her breath catching as she nears the edge. She looks like she wants to slow down, to savor it. But I don’t let her. I grip her hips harder, rocking her against me, thrusting up to meet her rhythm.
“You feel so good like this,” I tell her, my thumb dusting her bottom lip. “I could watch you like this all fucking night.”
Her eyes roll.
“I want you to come in your pants too,” I growl against her lips. “Now.”
She smirks, her breathing ragged. “Of course you do. You don’t want to be the only one.”
“No,” I admit. “I want you wrecked and feeling as good as you made me feel.”
I drop my hand from her face to her clit.
She grinds harder, her body moving with mine. Her eyes flutter shut, and the second her lips part on a gasp, I know she’s close. It’s not just the friction or the heat, it’s her. The way she moves, the sounds she makes, the smart-ass mouth and the wildness under her skin.
“That’s it. Come.”
I can see it, but more than that, I can feel it.
Her whole body goes tight, and then she comes… hard.
My name spills from her lips, “B-Braaant.” And I catch it in my mouth, kissing her gently.
I hold her through it, letting her ride it out against me until she collapses forward, forehead resting on mine. We’re both panting.
I move one hand to her back to gently stroke it, and the other holds her head. Neither of us moves as we both catch our breath.
“You okay?”
She nods against me, tilting her chin up so I can see her eyes.
I brush her hair away from her face. “Better?”
She smiles lazily. “Mmm. So much better.”
I trace my thumb along her jaw, memorizing her face right now as my pulse still races. “Good.”
I’m in no rush to move; there’s nowhere else I’d rather be right now.
“We should probably…” she starts, but doesn’t finish.
“Yeah,” I agree, but still don’t let go.
Reluctantly, she gets off my lap. I help her get back to the passenger seat.
She straightens her clothes before looking at me with a lazy smile. “So you good to drive now?”
I chuckle. “Yeah, just.”
She grins, running her hand over her hair.
I smile back and then start the car.
After I pull out of the garage and drive, she speaks. “So, what happens now?”
I glance over. “What do you mean?”
“As in... how’s this going to work?” she asks. “Because I don’t know about you, but that was fun.”
I smile. “It was fun for me too.” But even as I say it, I’m already trying to work it all out in my head.
How could this possibly work without destroying everything?
We’d have to be careful, discreet, and no one at the hospital could know.
We’d have to maintain perfect professionalism during shifts.
“You know I’m leaving, right? I can’t— I can’t do a relationship. Not with where I’m at right now.”
My throat tightens. I nod. “Yeah. I know. I can’t either. It’s too much. If I get this chief position, I’ll be swamped. No time for anything serious.” I wish things were different, though. One where I wasn’t her boss, and she wasn’t leaving, and we could actually see where this goes.
“Yeah,” she says. “Same. But...”
“But?” I look over at her briefly. Her expression is vulnerable, and it makes my chest ache.
“What if we just have a fling?” She raises an eyebrow. “Get this out of our system, without it impacting our work.”
My hands tighten on the steering wheel. I should say no.
Before it gets complicated, or someone finds out, or I catch stronger feelings for a woman who’s already planning her exit.
But then I think about never touching her, never kissing her again, and going back to just watching her from across the room and pretending I don’t want her. And I know I can’t do it.
“No expectations. Just two people blowing off steam and having a good time.”
She laughs. “Well, it would definitely help my ego and make this residency more memorable.”
“It’s already more memorable than mine ever was.”
“Let me guess. Yours was boring.”
I nod. “I worked, slept, and ate. Didn’t dry hump anyone in a parked car.”
She laughs harder. “Are you jealous?”
“No,” I snort. “I was lucky I didn’t have anyone like you. I could concentrate.”
She smiles, looking pleased with herself. “I’m not sorry. You make a good distraction.”
“And you make it really hard to focus.”
She’s grinning now, that mischievous spark brightening in her eyes. She’s beautiful, not just physically, but in the way she carries herself.
“Well then,” she says, pulling her bag onto her lap as we near her place, “that’s settled.”
“What is?” My heart is pounding. I’m about to agree to something fucking reckless.
That could cost me my credibility, but when I look at her, none of that seems to matter as much as it should.
Maybe it’s because I’ve spent my entire life playing it safe.
Following the rules and being responsible.
And for once, I want something for myself.
Something that isn’t about my career or my reputation or what everyone expects of me.
I want her. Even if it’s temporary and fucking risky and ends badly. At least I’ll have had this.
“We’ll have some fun.”
“But no one can know.”
“Oh, definitely not,” she says quickly. “I’m not telling a soul.”
“Good.”
She turns to the window, satisfied, like it’s just that simple.
But something sits in my chest like a dull throb.
Because if it’s just fun…
Why does it already feel like more?
And why the hell do I get the feeling I’m about to break every rule we just made?