Chapter Twenty
HE TOOK A deep breath, his tongue tracing the soft contours of her lips. They felt warm from his kiss. “I want you, Julie Banks.” He lowered his lips and kissed the throbbing hollow at the base of her throat. “More than I’ve wanted any woman.”
Her words nearly slipped past him with her head tilted to provide him access to her silky neck. “I feel the same.”
He chuckled while kissing a trail back to her lips. “You want me more than any other woman?”
“Huh?” she asked breathlessly.
“Never mind.” Reclaiming her lips, he let go of her arms and pulled her closer. His kiss was slow and gentle, and his tongue explored the depths of her mouth. He wanted to savor every inch of her.
“You’re mine.” He kissed her with a craving that masked his outward calm.
“I’m yours,” she said after he pulled back from the kiss.
He lowered his hands and grabbed her waist, pulling her close against him. “I can’t wait to taste every part of you.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him close as she pressed her lips to his. “What’s holding you back?”
He growled, losing control.
Gently, he carried her to the bed, easing her down with his body following. His lips nibbled at her earlobe. As he traced a path down her neck, she moaned, making him wish he’d taken off his jeans before his dick went fully erect. As he ignited her passion, his own intensified.
“Clothes,” he murmured, trailing his kisses over her sweater-clad breast.
He reached down, pulled her sweater over her head, and tossed it aside. Doc felt like he had won the lottery when she revealed her lace-covered bra with a front closure. He removed it from each arm and threw it away. Finally, he had those luscious breasts all to himself.
Doc caught her gaze, filled with desire. “You’re beautiful.”
With a coy smile, she reached for the hem of his shirt. “I believe you have too many clothes on.”
After she pulled it over his head, she began exploring his chest. Each touch of her hands sent pleasure jolts through him. He captured her hands and pulled them above her head once more. He couldn’t let her push him to the limit before she arrived.
His free hand softly traced a path across her abdomen and chest, pausing at her breast. His lips brushed against the rosy pink of her taut nipple.
She squirmed underneath him.
He knew she wanted to be free of his hold, but he needed to taste every inch of her without rushing or losing himself with an early orgasm. Slowly, his hand moved downward, skimming either side of her body to her thighs. He’d have to let go of her arms if he wanted to move further. Besides, they needed to remove their jeans.
He climbed off her. “Shoes and pants.”
She nodded and climbed out of bed.
They hastily took off their clothes, letting them fall to the floor without a second thought.
Afterward, she lay in the same spot where she had been initially.
Doc knelt on the bed, gazing at her body from head to toe, feeling a fire spreading from his groin to his heart. “I’m one lucky bastard,” he murmured.
She smiled. “What did you say?”
He shook his head. “Nothing.” Climbing onto her, he kissed the tip of her nose before pressing his mouth against hers in a soul-stirring kiss. Nothing prepared him for the fiery possession he felt for her. This woman would always be his.
He kissed her earlobe and whispered, “I’m going to love you like you’ve never experienced love before.”
“Go ahead, then.” She shifted beneath him.
He meant “love” as in “loving someone,” but he thought she interpreted it as sex. Now wasn’t the right time to clarify.
With deliberate intention, he kissed a trail down the center of her body, bypassing the curves he had already cherished. His resolve to explore every inch of her was unwavering, intoxicated by the alluring warmth of her silky skin.
He took a moment at her navel and glanced up at her. “Are you ready?”
With her hands in his hair, she smiled. “Yes.” Her breathless response sent him into a frenzy of ecstasy.
He slid between her legs, his hands caressing the soft insides of her thighs. A hot tide of passion raged as he gazed upon her. Leaning in, he licked her center, tasting her essence. Good God, she tasted amazing. No woman had ever tasted better.
As he licked her center, his thumb played with the taut nub waiting for him to suck. When she moaned, he felt the flames igniting within her.
“You taste better than I dreamed.”
“I can’t wait to taste you.”
Yeah, that couldn’t happen this time because he wouldn’t be able to resist. “Next time.”
She feigned a pout.
“Do you want me to spank your bottom?”
“Ooh, I’ve never done that. But not today.”
He’d never spanked a woman during sex, either. He didn’t see the point of adding pain to an act of raw passion.
He took her sensitive nub into his mouth, drawing a deep, shivering moan from her as her back arched off the bed. Her voice carried a new, urgent intensity, as if her body were on the brink of bursting.
With his fingers, he entered her and withdrew, imitating what he was about to do with her. And with his mouth, he worked her nub. In no time, she was begging him to stop.
“I want you inside me when I come.”
He paused his ministrations. “Oh, you’ll have that too.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
With that promise, she cried out, her body nearly lifting off the bed as he admired her radiant image of fire, passion, love, and pleasure.
“Rodney,” she said as he climbed over her. “That was….”
He smiled as a surge of desire overtook him. He needed to have her right away.
As he grasped himself to enter her, he remembered. How could he forget? He’d never forgotten with a woman. “Condom,” he growled. Why the hell hadn’t he put any condoms in this room or kept one in his wallet? “Shit.” His forehead touched hers.
Her legs brushed against his. “What’s the matter?”
“I don’t have one in here.”
She let out a sigh. “I have one in my purse.”
Later, he’d ask why she carried one, but now, he only cared when one was near. He jumped off the bed and riffled through her purse on the bedside table until he found it. He tore the package open and rolled the condom down his erect cock.
He climbed back onto the bed and covered her. “How are you?”
She played with his hair. “Utterly blissful.”
“We’re not finished.”
“Good.”
Reaching down, he positioned himself at her entrance and slowly surrendered to the passion and desire he felt for this woman as he entered her inch by inch, not wanting to hurt her by thrusting hard at first.
Once seated, he lowered his forehead to hers. “You know you’re mine, right?”
“I will always be yours,” she whispered.
Then he began to move, and together, they quickly found a rhythm that elevated his pleasure. Her eyes were closed, head thrown back, and her moans suggested she felt it just as deeply.
On each thrust, he neared the point of no return and hoped he’d given her enough pleasure to bring her to another orgasm. To help, he reached between them and toyed with her nub.
“Rodney,” she whispered, “I’m going to come again.”
As if he’d fight that. “Go. Fly.”
During this rushing orgasm, she cried his name, and that brought him to the peak, and he came with an orgasm more potent than any he’d ever known.
Together, sweat shimmered on their bodies as they held each other for a moment before he lifted himself away. “Let me dispose of the condom. I’ll be back shortly.”
She moved seductively, her eyes closed. “Mmm.”
Returning to bed, he lay beside her and propped himself on his elbow. “Rest, Julie. I’m here for you.”
She rolled onto her side, and he pulled her back against him, wrapping his arm around her waist.
After noticing her change in breathing and being sure she was asleep, he allowed himself to do the same.
When Rodney woke, it was early evening. Wow, they had spent most of the day in bed. She must be hungry.
As he moved to leave and grab a snack, he accidentally woke her.
“Please don’t go,” she said, gazing into his eyes.
“I’ll stay for as long as you want.”
“I like that,” she murmured, kissing him lightly. “I really like that.”
“Then will you marry me?”
“Rodney, I haven’t known you long enough to make such a leap into forever.”
“Surely, our hearts have been dancing together since we met.”
“I don’t know you well enough to pledge my life to you.”
“How many more excuses will you come up with when you know deep down that you truly want to be my wife?”
“Oh, so I do, huh?”
“Yes, Julie, you certainly do.”
Her phone rang, interrupting their connection of love and attraction. She groaned. “I need to check it. It might be the hospital.”
She rolled over and grabbed her phone from the nightstand. “Huh. It’s Renee, Carlos’s wife.”
Doc stiffened, uncertain why since nothing they had uncovered suggested Renee as a suspect. Yet, he remained cautious. “Put it on speaker.”
She raised an eyebrow at him but complied with his request. “Hi, Renee. Is everything all right?”
“No, it’s not. You are deeply mistaken if you think you can ruin Carlos in court just to gain the practice. I won’t allow that.”