Chapter 9 #2
Pressing his palm against her center, he made tiny circles. She was wet and molten against him. Her prolonged moan was promising. Maybe he could help her come again.
She started squirming against him. “You’re being an awful tease.”
“Is this better?” He squared himself between her legs. They were nearly touching. He caught her gaze as he fisted himself and pushed against her entrance. The way her lips parted encouraged him.
He swung back and thrust forward, but only a little farther.
She whimpered at the same time he groaned.
She was liquid heat and so fucking tight.
This time, he didn’t pull out all the way, only enough to coat himself in her wetness and push back inside.
A few times and he was fully seated inside of her.
His chest burned from holding back. Propping his arms on either side of her, he held himself high enough to watch as he impaled her soft folds. She was wrapped around him down to his base and her legs were twined around his hips.
She arched up to land a kiss at the base of his throat.
Another groan left him. “I’m not going to last long enough to make you come if you keep doing that.”
“What?” she asked innocently. “This?”
Her teeth scraped along his skin and her blistering tongue stroked over a nerve that sent shudders through his body. To top it off, she was rocking her hips as she adjusted to his size.
“Who’s the fucking tease now?” he growled and dropped to one elbow. He wedged his other hand between them. All he had to do was rest a finger on her soaked clit. Their bodies did the rest.
She gasped his name, her breath feathering over the suddenly sensitive skin of his neck.
As if she sensed what she was doing to him, she licked along his collar line.
Her breathy moans and little whimpers caressed where her tongue had marked him.
The sudden cooling of his heated skin pumped energy into his body.
His thrusts were harder, and his technique went out the fucking door. In and out, that was all he had a mind for. At least he managed to keep his hand between them.
Her body tightened around him at the same time she squeezed with her legs.
He might actually be able to do this. The base of his spine was already tingling, and his balls were hitched up as far as they could go. He was so close to climax.
Just a few more thrusts. The sounds of slick flesh slapping and their grunts and moans filled the room.
“Pri,” he gasped into her ear. “You gotta come for me, baby. I can’t wait.”
Like his voice was the magical missing ingredient, a flood of heat coated him as she released. His orgasm slammed into him, flooding him with all kinds of euphoria he’d never experienced before. Was this the climax of a man who’d gone without for a year?
As he floated down from his high, Priya’s arms stayed around him. His shoulders stung from where she’d scored him with her nails.
Alarm widened her eyes and she snatched her hands back. “I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?”
He gave her a lazy smile while managing not to collapse on top of her. “Feel free to hurt me like that anytime.”
She giggled and glanced away. When she looked back, she dropped her voice like she was telling him a secret. “I’ve never scratched anyone during sex before.”
The male ego was a greedy thing. His bloomed so large he was surprised his head still fit in the room. “I never had a beard during sex before. It’s a useful tool.” He cocked his head to listen for any sounds of Isaiah awakening. Since getting over colic, he usually woke once at night for a bottle.
He heard nothing. A look at the clock told him it was early yet. He slipped out of Priya and loved how her delicate body shuddered as he did. She was still sensitized.
He leaned down and nipped her earlobe. She squeaked but clung to him harder as he whispered, “He’s still asleep. Want to take this playdate to the bedroom?”
The tangle of sheets around her legs was new. Priya scissored her legs and kicked them off. She scrunched her face without opening her eyes. What had awoken her?
A loud knock echoed through the house into the bedroom. Justin’s bedroom. Where she was still naked and it was morning.
She sat up with a gasp. Since she’d kicked the blankets off, she had to scramble to find a sheet to pull over her torso.
“Justin,” she hissed.
He was sprawled next to her. The man took up as much of the bed as possible. A guy used to sleeping alone. She wouldn’t think about the satisfaction that gave her.
He wasn’t wearing any clothes either. They’d had sex until only a few hours ago. The delicious stiffness in her muscles and the faint taste of condom on her tongue would attest to that.
Her first thought was…he’d promised to clean the sheets this morning.
All because he knew it would be on her mind otherwise.
She liked clean sheets and the doctor in her liked body fluids in their place.
He had intuited not only her preferences, but that it had been a sore spot her previous boyfriends picked at.
Now she wasn’t as embarrassed about it as she used to be.
Her second thought was how magnificent he looked. Like… damn . She’d never been an admirer of genitalia. Privates were her job and in real life, on real people, they looked nothing like what Hollywood or any magazine portrayed. Penises were just not a mouthwatering body part.
Then there was Justin. His half-flaccid dick was draped across his thigh as he slumbered, and it was impressive. She knew the science behind morning wood, but it didn’t diminish his appeal. Or the fact that she could stare at him all morning.
The knocking came again. Along with a female calling for Justin. Was that his sister?
Mortification swamped her. She shoved Justin’s side. “Justin.”
His eyes popped open. The alarm drained away and a lopsided smile graced his face. “Hey.”
“I think Brigit’s here.”
He blinked and looked around. The mornings stayed dark longer this time of year, but the sun was up outside. “Did Isaiah sleep through the night?” His worry was back and he shot up. “Is he all right?”
They both peered into the baby monitor screen. Isaiah was wiggling around in his crib, letting out a small squawk every now and then.
The doctor in her had to reassure the frantic dad. “He’s just fine.” What a night to pick to sleep through, kid.
The creak of the front door resonated into the bedroom.
“Yo, Justin,” Brigit called. “You home?”
A man’s voice mumbled something. Caleb was here, too?
She wanted to dissolve into the bedding. Did everyone else get an audience when they finally decided to do something so out of character? And Justin’s family, no less.
“No.” Brigit sounded scandalized. Priya barely heard her whisper. “You think?”
Justin’s chuckle was weak and his look apologetic. “Caleb must’ve spotted your car.”
“Or my clothes all over the living room.” The only time she didn’t pick up after herself!
“Be right out,” Justin called. He put a hand on her shoulder.
She must look like she planned to dive out the window into refrigerator temps.
“Do what you need to do in here. Help yourself to any of my clothes. I’ll go talk to them and get Isaiah’s bottle ready.
” He caught her eye. “We don’t have to go into detail.
They don’t know it’s your car and they won’t tell anyone. ”
She inhaled a long breath. When she’d helped Justin with Isaiah’s colic, she’d usually been gone before Brigit showed. She and Caleb shouldn’t know whose car that was. But would it be so bad if people knew they were sleeping together?
Yes. She was sleeping with Maisy’s ex, a patient’s ex. Her clientele was 100 percent women. She’d lose their trust faster than it took to do a pelvic exam.
“They can’t know I’m here.” Her voice shook. “My job…”
Understanding dawned in his eyes. “I’ll go out, grab your clothes and phone. Once they’re out working sheep, I’ll text you when it’s all clear. Wait in here as long as you need.”
She nodded, anxiety churning in her gut. He rolled out of bed and grabbed a pair of pajama bottoms off the floor. Once he ducked out of the room, she collapsed back.
What a fine mess she’d gotten herself into.
She almost— almost —regretted staying so long.
But after all those orgasms, it was hard to.
This benefits thing might have something to it.
She’d never been so comfortable with a partner while at the same time being so exposed.
Her legs had been twined around his head, his shoulders, his waist. She’d gone down on him with her ass in the air.
And he’d insisted on having the light on. He liked to watch her.
Her belly flipped as she recalled the mix of intensity and wonder in his gaze. It made a girl feel powerful.
Had he been like that with all his exes?
She’d always understood Maisy’s infatuation, though she hadn’t supported the obsession, but this uncovered another layer.
And that other woman who’d used him? Perhaps Priya had her own obsession with him.
After all, one night together and she was sitting in his bedroom naked, risking her job.
He popped back in with her clothes and phone. “Brigit’s going to feed Isaiah while Caleb and I get stuff ready in the barn. When I see her outside and we’re so far out into the pasture that they can’t see you, I’ll send you a message.”
“Didn’t they ask who was in here?”
He grinned. “Oh yeah. They’re dying to know. But they’re used to me not telling them a thing about my personal life.”
He shucked his pants and started dressing in his work clothes.
The faded jeans he pulled on only highlighted the muscles in his legs, and the long-sleeved Henley he pulled over his head draped over his chest more than she had last night.
But the most devastatingly sweet thing he did was give her a quick kiss before darting back out the door.