17. Brock
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I ’d truly had good intentions, but I can only take so much of this absolute torture. Having this impossibly beautiful, desirable woman practically throw herself at me is more than I can handle. My last bit of self-control slips away as I press into her, savoring her lusciously soft curves and surrendering to this all-consuming need.
When she wraps her limbs tightly around my torso, it doesn’t take me more than a moment to realize that I am hers. She could ask me to do anything, and I wouldn’t hesitate. It’s a giddy, unfamiliar, and terrifying feeling to belong so completely to another.
Surprisingly, I have no desire to try to contain my insanely strong feelings for Caroline. It’s a good thing I’m okay with it because I’d be powerless to stop this out-of-control freight train of primal need and overwhelming passion.
When my fingers lightly skim up the smooth skin along her side, she doesn’t even try to suppress the shiver of delight that tingles down her spine. I palm the warm weight of her breast, confirming what I already suspected––that she is bare beneath the thin fabric of her shirt.
Our eyes meet as my thumb strokes her nipple. The liquid warmth in her gaze lets me know that she is sharing something precious with me that few, if any, others have been gifted. The knowledge that I mean this much to her flutters in my stomach.
Need streaks through me as she rubs her front against me. My voice is gravelly when I say, “I’m not going to be able to take this slow if you don’t stop that.”
She pulls back to gaze into my eyes. It’s clear from her confused expression that she isn’t sure if she has done something wrong. Hoping to erase that concern for good, I clarify, “You feel so good, I’m on the verge of losing myself to you.”
The look of relief on her face lets me know that I was right to share the truth with her, even though she rips away what little self-restraint I had left by murmuring near my ear, “Let’s lose ourselves in each other.”
I’m already carrying her to the bed when I agree, “That’s the best damn suggestion I think I’ve ever heard.”
She scrambles out of her clothes. I do the same, despite having to pause frequently to simply gaze at her. When she catches me gawking, I whisper the word, “Beautiful.”
She looks away, but not before I see the smile tipping up the corners of her lips. In a voice almost too quiet to be heard, she says, “You’re the beautiful one.”
“You’ve seen it all before,” I remind her.
“Not like this, though. I truly don’t view patients in a medical setting like this,” she tells me.
I have the feeling that I know what she means, but I ache to hear the words fall from her lips. “Like what?”
“Like I might die if I don’t have you on me and in me right now.”
Her raw, bold statement gives me an addictive rush. Suddenly, my world collapses to her and only her. Nothing else is here. Nothing else is out there. Nothing else matters.
I slide on a condom from the bedside table, join her on the bed, and reach down between us to stroke her slick core. Within moments, pleasure shudders through her as she pumps her hips to my rhythm.
Before the orgasm ebbs, I rise up and glide into her. She’s gloriously tight. I’ve never felt anything so wonderful.
She cries out, so I freeze for a moment, fully seated within her. But then her body lets me know that she wants this as much as I do. She wraps her limbs around me, and pulses up toward me with her face a mask of mindless bliss.
The fire raging through my system is out of control. I’ve never lost myself like this. I can’t seem to get close enough to her magnetic pull.
She must feel the same way because she tugs on my ass, pulling me into her, urging me to go deeper and harder. Some rational sliver of my brain is concerned about hurting her, but she clenches tight around me and thrashes her head from side to side, making me forget everything but the intoxicating shockwaves she’s creating deep within me.
My pulse thrums in my head, skyrocketing as our bodies strain together. Power surges as I surrender to her, giving her everything I have and more.
She quivers beneath me as her passionate moans, half-lidded eyes, and gripping hands urge me on.
A rush of crackling energy flares as the burst of pleasure radiates through me. She screams my name as she meets me thrust for thrust. I tense and shudder as the coil of pressure releases and white-hot lava rips through my body.
Our bodies jerk together with aftershock tingles as I gaze down into her eyes.
I lean away and make quick work of setting the condom aside, then I lock my arm around her, keeping her tight against me as I whisper near her ear, “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
Even though her head is resting on my damp chest, I can tell she’s smiling when she answers, “That was even better than I imagined.”
My eyes fall shut on the indescribable high of both being intimate with the amazing woman of my dreams and realizing that she had pictured this, too.
The last thing I expected was to wake up in the morning with a start, only to realize that Caroline is gone.