CHAPTER SEVEN
Cole
I couldn’t believe I finally had her in my arms.
“I should shower,” she said, looking up through those long, thick lashes. “It was a long day.”
“Okay.” Of course, I immediately pictured her in the shower, wet and naked, my hands sliding over her skin, teaching her things that definitely weren’t in her anatomy textbooks.
She put her arms around my neck and I pulled her close. “What put that smile on your face?”
“Oh, just thinking of a lesson I’ll be teaching you before the weekend is over. In the shower.” I wanted to kiss her but I was afraid I’d lose control and not give her the time she needed. So, I let her go before I took her straight to bed. Took the night too fast. “Your heart rate just spiked. Experiencing some of that vasocongestion you mentioned?”
“Actually.” She responded in that prim and proper voice I’d come to love. “I’m experiencing multiple physiological responses, including increased blood flow to my erectile tissues, vaginal lubrication, and—”
I growled, cutting her off mid-medical term. “What did I say about clinical terms, little doctor?”
“You started it.”
“And I will finish it.”
“So you keep telling me. But when are you going to start it?” I could see her gathering her courage.
I leaned down, placing my mouth next to her ear. “What would you like to learn first?”
“I...” Her voice came out breathless. “I want...”
“Tell me.” I moved my stubbled jaw along her neck, making her gasp. “Use those medical terms you love so much. Tell me exactly what you want to learn.”
“The...” She swallowed hard. “The physical response to oral stimulation of the mammary tissue?”
I made a sound between a laugh and a groan. “Did you just ask me to suck your breasts in medical terms?”
“Maybe.” Her face was on fire.
“You,” I said roughly, “are too fucking precious for words. Do you want to know what I want to teach you?”
“Yes, please.”
“I want to teach you how to fall apart under my tongue.” My teeth grazed her pulse point. “I want to hear you moan my name instead of medical terms. I want to show you exactly what those romance novels you hide in your medical bag talk about.”
She squeaked. “You saw those?”
“Hard to miss The Mountain Man’s Virgin sticking out of your bag. Doing research, little doctor?”
“Preliminary studies suggest that reading erotic material can increase sexual arousal and—”
My mouth captured hers, hot and demanding, and she melted into me. I slid my hands down her hips pulling her against me, letting her feel my hard cock. Letting her feel how much I wanted her, how much—
A phone rang.
Mine. And I had a dreaded feeling of who was calling.
We broke apart, both breathing hard. I cursed and she giggled. “Take your call. I need to, um, take a shower anyway.”
“Go.” I kissed her again, quick and hard. “Before I forget taking you in the shower your first time is a bad idea.”
“Oh.” Her eyes widened at the idea and I realized I might not survive the next few days.
I cupped her face, thumbs stroking her cheeks. “When I take you, I want to take my time. Do it right. Not rush because of a phone call.”
My phone continued to ring as if to mock me.
“Go take your shower,” I said roughly. “I’ll order us dinner. And Ella?”
“Yes?”
My eyes darkened. “Wear something that buttons down for dinner. I want easy access when I teach you about mammary stimulation later.”
I watched her walk away, the sway of those thick hips almost my undoing. I’d spent last night trying to convince myself I wasn’t completely screwed.
It had almost worked until I looked down at my screen.
It was Jake.
“How’s she settling in?” he asked without preamble.
I listened to make sure the shower was running before I answered. “Fine.”
“That’s it? Fine?”
What was I supposed to say? That I was standing in the middle of a hotel room with his sister, naked, in the shower waiting for her anatomy lesson? That I was about to break every bro code in existence?
“She’s good,” I managed. “Safe.”
“You’re being weird.” Jake’s voice turned suspicious. “What aren’t you telling me?”
Everything. “Nothing.”
“Sutton.”
“It’s good, Jake. Stop worrying. I plan on starting her driving lessons on Monday.” After I’ve spent the weekend thoroughly teaching her everything she needed to know about her body. And mine.
“She agreed?” The hope in his voice made guilt twist in my gut. “That’s... that’s good. Just... be careful with her, okay? She acts tough, but...”
“I know.” And I did. I saw the vulnerability beneath her medical terms, the statistics she quoted like they were a magic formula about life.
“Do you?” The protective brother tone emerged.
The shower ended and I tried to reassure him. “I do, Jake. I’ll take care of her.”
“I knew I could count on you.” Jake hung up, leaving me standing in the middle of the hotel room feeling guilty as hell. But as I remembered the feel of Ella in my arms, her innocence, her spirit, I knew I didn’t have any other choice. I was going to make her mine.
Ella emerged from the bedroom with a shy smile. She’d followed my instructions and was wearing a blue button-down blouse that made me want to commit crimes.
Every single button was an invitation to sin. The fabric pulled slightly across her breasts, and all I could think about was slowly undoing each button, revealing her inch by inch, teaching her what that perfect body of hers was capable of. I loved her curves. Hell, I could be falling. Hard and fast.
I mentally shook my head. I wasn’t going there. While I hadn’t left a string of broken hearts behind me, I’d realized early on I wasn’t a relationship kind of man.
“Is this... appropriate?” She tugged at the hem of the shirt down over the black skirt she was wearing. “My friend said it was a snack. Which I assumed was good? Though I don’t understand why clothing would be compared to food.”
“Oh, you’re definitely a snack, little doctor.” I let my gaze drag over her curves. “The kind I want to spend hours tasting.”
Her cheeks flushed that delicious pink, but her eyes darkened. “Hours?”
“Mmm-hmm.” I stepped closer, enjoying how her breath caught. “Want me to tell you exactly what I’m going to do to you?”
She nodded, teeth catching her lower lip.
“First,” I traced one button with my finger, not quite touching her breast, “I’m going to undo these. One by one. Kiss every inch of skin I expose.” My voice dropped lower. “Then I’m going to put my mouth on those perfect tits you’ve been teasing me with.”
“That’s... that’s not very clinical terminology.” The words came out breathless.
“No more clinical terms.” I backed her against the wall, bracketing her with my arms. “I want to hear you beg in plain English when I make you come with my tongue.”
She made a small, almost desperate sound that went straight to my cock. “People really do that? I mean, I’ve read about it, but...”
“Baby, I’m going to do things to you that aren’t in any of your medical books.” I brushed my lips against her ear. “I’m going to eat that sweet pussy until you forget every technical term you know. Make you scream my name instead of anatomy lessons.”
Her entire body shuddered. “That’s... that’s very explicit language.”
“Too much?”
“No.” She grabbed my shirt when I started to pull back. “I... I like it. It makes me feel... hot. Achy. Like I need...”
“Tell me what you need.” I nipped her earlobe. “Tell me, plain and dirty, what you want me to do to you.”
She squirmed against me, searching for words. “I want... I want you to...”
“Use those romance novel terms,” I encouraged, trailing kisses down her neck. “Tell me your dirtiest fantasy.”
“I want you to...” She swallowed hard. “Touch me. Everywhere. Make me feel what those books describe.”
“Like what?” I grazed my teeth over her pulse point. “What do those books say about a man’s hands on these curves?”
My fingers traced the side of her breast through her blouse, and she gasped. “They... they talk about aching. Burning. Needing to be... filled.”
“Fuck.” The crude word made her shiver. “You feel empty, little doctor? Need me to fill that sweet pussy?”
“Cole.” Her scandalized tone was undermined by how she pressed against me.
“Too dirty for you?” I reached for the top button of her blouse. “Should I be more romantic? Tell you how beautiful you are?” The button slipped free. “How perfect?” Another button. “How badly I want to worship every inch of this body?”
Her hands clutched my shoulders and I couldn’t wait for them to do the same with my cock, guiding me inside her. “Both. I want... I want the dirty words and the romance. Is that greedy?”
“Baby, you can have anything you want.” I exposed the lace of her bra and cursed again. Her creamy skin contrasted sharply with the navy color that barely contained her abundant curves. Her hard nipples were diamond points against the fabric.
“Do you like it?” she whispered. “Sally said you would.”
“For once your nurse friend was right.” My thumb brushed over her nipple through the lace. “Now tell me exactly what you want. Be explicit.”
“I want... oh God.” She arched into my touch as I palmed her breast. “I want your mouth. On my... my...”
“Say it.” I squeezed gently. “Say ‘tits.’”
“I want your mouth on my... my tits.” The dirty word sounded deliciously wrong in her proper doctor voice. “And I want... want you to...”
A loud knock at the door froze us both.
“Room service.”
“You ordered food?” She blinked at me in confusion.
“You need to eat.” I reluctantly pulled back, helping her rebutton her blouse with shaking hands. “You need your strength for what I have planned for you.”
Her eyes widened. “What... what do you have planned?”
I leaned in close, letting my breath fan her ear. “First, I’m going to feed you. Watch you wrap those pretty lips around your fork as I imagine them wrapped around my cock.”
“Oh my.”
“Then I’m going to spend hours teaching you exactly how good I can make you feel. With my fingers and my tongue. I’m going to make you come so many times you lose count before I take you.”
Another knock. “Room service.”
“Coming,” Ella called automatically, then blushed furiously when I smirked. “I mean... I didn’t mean...”
“Oh, you’ll be coming alright.” I stole one more kiss before heading to the door. “Multiple times. Consider it your first lesson in practical anatomy.”
The room service waiter took one look at Ella’s flushed face and my obvious state of arousal and grinned knowingly as he wheeled in our dinner.
I didn’t care. Let him look. Let the whole damn hotel know I was about to ruin this innocent doctor for all other men.
Just as soon as I fed her first.
After all, she was going to need her energy.