“Hold on to me, Paige.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he leaned forward. The angle lined up their sexes perfectly. One of his hands braced against the desktop to hold them up while the other gripped the top of her ass and lower back as he began to piston in and out of her. Her breasts rubbed against his chest with every stroke, adding to the fire igniting inside her veins. His groan of release sounded in her ear as his body tightened. The pulsing of his cock sent her over the edge again, and her core milked him for every drop.
Both of his hands moved to her backside, and he brought her with him as he sat down in his office chair. Their bodies were still connected, and their labored breaths mingled as she lifted her head to look at him.
He smiled, and she couldn’t help but do the same. The sex had been amazing.
“Sorry it was so quick. Round two will be better.”
She laughed. “If that was bad, I might not live through the next round. But what a way to go.”
He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. After a few seconds, the kiss deepened, and she was once again lost in the passion his swirling tongue created. His cock twitched inside her, and she broke the kiss. “That was fast.”
Brandon laughed. “What can I say? He likes you.”
She eased off his lap. The separation made her tremble, and she immediately missed the heat of him. She bent over and retrieved her pants and panties from the floor. His blue scrubs were around his ankles, and he still had his tennis shoes on. The sight made her laugh.
“What?” He stood up and removed the condom and tossed it in the trash then pulled his pants up.
“I was thinking maybe next time we might both get all the way undressed.”
A cocky smile lifted the corner of his lips. “Hey, you’re lucky the clothes I removed stayed in one piece. I feel like we spent days on foreplay.”
She picked up her bra from the desk and laughed. “Yeah. I have to say the anticipation was killer. Just hope you weren’t disappointed.”
He pulled her into his arms and gave her a hot kiss. “Nowhere near disappointed. In fact, I’m trying to figure out how long it will take me to get you fed and back in bed.”
Her tummy growled, and Paige laughed. “Yeah, we should think about food first.”
Chapter Six
A bird’s song helped to bring Paige more fully into consciousness. She stretched and became aware of the slight soreness between her legs. A smile spread across her face as she reached across the bed.
Warm male skin slid beneath her fingers. She cracked open an eye and saw Brandon sprawled out on his stomach next to her. His light, even breaths let her know he still slumbered.
Her gaze ran over the length of his body. His powerful back was bare, and she could see a little of his muscular ass. The sheet draped the lower half of him. There were faint scratch marks on his shoulders and upper back, evidence of the awesome night they had spent together.
They’d managed to make it through a drive-thru to get their food, but once he unlocked the door of his apartment, eating had to wait. The quick romp in the office hadn’t even taken the edge off. This time all of her clothes managed to hit the floor, but once again, he’d managed to only get his pants around his ankles as he took her hard and fast against a wall. Later when they climbed in his bed he made slow, sweet love to her.
Those memories stirred her passion again, but she didn’t want to wake him. She turned, hoping to slide out of the bed quietly, but a large hand grabbed her waist and pulled her. Her bare back pressed against his chest, and the hand holding her moved up to cup her breast.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
His sleep-graveled voice had her trembling. The scruff of his facial hair abraded the back of her neck and shoulder, making her bite into her lower lip and moan. She snuggled closer and felt his erection pressed tightly against her ass, the thin sheet all that separated them from skin-to-skin contact on their lower halves. “I didn’t want to wake you.”
“Too late. And I’m hungry.”
The kisses and bites he trailed over her shoulder and neck let her know just what he was in the mood for. And she wanted the same thing. A gasp tore from her throat as he pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and gave it tug. The sharp, small pain sent a thrilling desire shooting through her abdomen to settle in her pussy.
He slid his other arm under her neck and reached around to fondle her breasts. His other hand headed south. She spread her legs, welcoming his touch.
“Mmm. Already nice and wet. Were you thinking about me while you were lying here?”
“Yes.” She sighed as his finger circled her clit with a light touch.
He growled next to her ear then nipped the lobe between his teeth. “Do thoughts of me always make you wet?”
She squirmed and rocked her hips, hoping to increase the pressure against the bundle of nerves. “Mmm hmm.” He pulled back, and she moaned in frustration.
“Good, because I’m hard as a rock every time I think about you.” He pressed his hips forward and applied more pressure to her needy cunt.
“Oh, yes! Please, don’t stop.”
“Love how you beg.” He worked her sex as he ground his pelvis against her ass.
Paige started moving against him in return. The pleasure increased, and she started to ride his fingers with abandon. He squeezed her nipples, kissed her neck, and finger fucked her until she thought she’d go mad. Her hips pumped franticly as she tried to reach the peak his touch promised her. The slow build started in her core. She was about to come.
A moan built in her throat and quickly became a cry of displeasure as Brandon pushed her away from him. “What?” She tried to move, but he flipped her on her back and buried his face between her legs.
Ecstasy shot through her pussy, and she arched her back as ripples of pleasure flowed through her, making her scream. Her hands fisted his hair as he licked and sucked her clit. She held tightly as her body spasmed with the force of her orgasm.
He lifted his head and kissed her inner thigh before reaching across the bed to grab a condom from the nightstand. She looked up at him while labored breaths escaped her lungs. His hand went to his cock, and she watched as he rolled the latex down the thick shaft. He really had the perfect size. When he entered her, she sucked in a breath and lifted her hips to meet him.
He moved to his knees and pulled her ass up until it rested on the tops of his thighs. From this angle she could see where their bodies were joined. The sight was erotic. She’d never really watched as a guy pushed deep inside her. Most of her experiences had been the standard missionary or cowgirl. Watching his cock slide in and out had her inner walls clenching tightly around him.
“Damn, your pussy is tight. Feels so fucking good.” He pistoned his hips forward.
The slap of skin against skin filled her ears, and she moaned as pulses of pleasure danced through her core. His strokes came faster, and each one had her moaning louder and louder. She arched her back, trying to allow him to go even deeper.
He came with a shout, and the pulsing of his dick inside her sent her over the edge too. She screamed as her cunt fisted him tightly. She felt his thighs quake beneath her bottom, and he dropped forward, catching his weight on one hand before lowing himself onto her body.
Their breaths sawed in and out. Sweat-slickened skin rubbed against each other as he buried his face in her neck.
“Good morning, Paige.”
His mumbled greeting made her laugh. “Good morning indeed.”
The chime of his cell phone broke into their post-coital bliss. He leaned over without separating their bodies and snatched up his cell from the nightstand.
“Dr. Brandon Kline.”
Paige smiled at him as he set back on his heels. His hand rubbed her hip as he listened to the person on the phone.
“No. I’m going to admit her most likely. I’ll be there in the next half-hou
r. Go ahead and start an IV. I’ll write out her orders when I get there.”
He pressed the end call button and tossed the phone down on the bed.
“Work?”
“Yep.” He leaned forward and gave her a quick kiss then rose up and withdrew from her body. They sighed in unison. “And I was supposed to take you to Carlsbad today.”
Paige grabbed the sheet and pulled it across her body as he stood from the bed. “No worries. We can go next week.”
“I won’t be at the hospital long, but I can’t really leave town as long as I have a patient admitted.”
“Who is it anyway?” Paige asked as she watched the flexing muscles of his ass while he crossed the room to the closet.
“Mrs. Funk. She spiked a high temp, and the abscess is measuring larger so she is going to need some IV antibiotics. I’ll put her on some Rocephin, which will kick the infection. I don’t feel comfortable sending her home with just the oral antibiotics because it could take a few days before she sees any improvement.”
“I feel bad for her. Those things are so painful.”
He pulled a pair of jeans and a polo shirt out of the closet then turned to face her. “I’d ask you to join me in the shower, but I’m short on time.”
She laughed. “Yeah. Probably not the best idea.” Her gaze dropped to the rumpled bed. “I need to get home any way.”
“You don’t want to wait here?”
She looked up at him and noticed the furrow running across his brow. “Did you want me to?”
He tossed down his clothes and marched over to the bed. The intensity in his gaze had her scrambling back, but not fast enough. He grabbed her by the waist, bringing her into his arms. His mouth met hers in a lingering, hot kiss. Her body began to stir with arousal. What was it with her attraction to this man?
He broke free of her lips. “Whether you wait here or you want me to come by your house when I’m done is your call.”
The fluttering in her belly was a mixture of desire and fear. Knowing he didn’t want a one-night stand both thrilled and scared the shit out of her. “All right. I guess you could come by my place. I need to do some things there, and I might as well do them while you’re at the hospital.”
He smiled and placed her on her feet. “Sounds like a plan. Besides, it might be better if my neighbors see that you’re still alive after all that screaming.”
Her jaw dropped, and her gaze widened. Before she could admonish him, his hand came down on her ass with a smack before he walked off to retrieve his clothes. She clutched the sheet in front of her and walked on passion-wobbly legs behind him to the bathroom, and she pushed him aside before he could enter.
“What the hell?”
“Ladies first.” She shut the door in his face, and heard his laughter through the door.
*
It had taken longer at the hospital than he thought it would. The abscess on Mrs. Funk’s shoulder had definitely grown larger. He’d collected a wound culture on it yesterday, but it would take days before he knew what bacteria he was dealing with. He decided to open and drain it again then packed it with gauze.
The antibiotic he chose was broad spectrum, and he hoped that it would indeed do the job. He also added in an order for pain killers. Hopefully in the morning he would see some improvement, but he’d settle for no worsening of symptoms.
Paige had texted him her address. Damn, it had been hard to walk away from her this morning. He could spend days enjoying her sexy body, but it wasn’t only that. He wanted her company too. He enjoyed talking to her. Hell, it was easy to talk to her. There wasn’t any of that awkward, stilted conversation that usually came along in a new relationship. It would be easy to fall for this woman. And what would he do then?
He pushed the thoughts aside as he pulled into her driveway. The house sat in a nicer part of town. The home had a Southwest feel with the adobe stucco siding and flat-top roof. Totally different than the Victorian homes that lined his street at home.
A gust of cold air swirled around him as he exited the car. The weatherman must have gotten it right on the cold weather moving in. Gray clouds mixed with the blue skyline. He pushed the button on his key fob and locked the doors of his rental. He sure missed his Jeep back home.
After he’d knocked on the door, it opened almost immediately. Paige greeted him with a smile. Her hair was swept in a ponytail, and she wore a baby-blue tank top, and a pair of designer sweats rode low on her hips. The sight of her made his mouth water.
“Hey, stranger. Hurry up and get in here. It’s cold outside.”
Gooseflesh appeared on her upper arms as he stepped over the threshold. He closed the door behind him then pulled her into his arms. “Let me warm you up.”
His mouth touched hers, and they both moaned. A hint of cinnamon laced her lips and mixed with her unique taste as he twined his tongue with hers. One kiss from this woman had him starving for more. He moved his hands to her hips and then on to her sexy ass. He squeezed her curvy bottom and pressed closer.
She broke away from his mouth and pushed at his chest. “Slow down. I made you lunch.”
He groaned. “All right. But after, that ass is mine.” His hand came down on one buttock with a satisfying slap.
She laughed. “Maybe.”
He growled low in his throat.
She turned and ambled into the living room, her hips swaying. Damn what a view. He wanted to take a bite out her sexy rump.
“You coming?” Paige looked over her shoulder and smiled.
He put one foot in front of the other. It would be hard to make it through this meal and resist the urge to lay her across the table and fuck her soundly. They entered the kitchen, and he took a seat at her small wooden table as she opened a cabinet and removed two plates.
“How was Mrs. Funk doing?”
“Worse. I had to reopen the abscess and pack it.”
“Ouch.” She walked over and set a plate down in front of him then set the other across the table.
“What? You don’t trust me to keep my hands to myself?”
She laughed. “No.”
“Smart lady.”
She walked to the oven and slid on a pair of heat mittens. When it opened, a wonderful aroma filled his nose, and his stomach growled. “Mmm. If smell is any indication, this is going to be good.”
Her steps closed the distance between them, and in one hand, she had a small glass dish and the other held some kind of bread.
“I made lasagna and some garlic bread. I hope you like Italian.” She set both dishes on the table between them and removed the mittens.
“Love it. And this looks awesome. You didn’t have to go to all this trouble.”
“It wasn’t any. I like cooking, and it kind of sucks to cook for one, so you being here gave me a reason to do it.”
She poured two glasses of iced tea, grabbed forks, and then took a seat. Steam rose from the casserole dish as she served them each a scoop. He took a bite and moaned at the taste. “This is excellent.”
“I’m glad you like it.”
“So, have you spoken with your mom today? I was wondering how she was doing.”
Paige nodded as she chewed and swallowed her bite. “Yes. I called her when I got home. She said she is still sore, but other than that, she hasn’t had any problems. Not going to work is bugging her, but I told her she needed the break. I have to go over there tomorrow. She insists on still doing my birthday dinner.”
“I’m glad she is doing okay. She sounds like a tough lady.”
“That she is. To be honest, I don’t remember her missing much work when I was younger. Most of the days she took off were when I was sick or had something special going on at school.”
“Sounds like she’s a good mom. I’m glad you had her around growing up. And she should be proud of you. You’re a strong, independent woman.”
“She always tells me she’s proud of me. I know she’s happy tha
t I went to college. She had wanted to, but she got pregnant with me at nineteen. Right out of high school. And my dad had his own plans, so he couldn’t be bothered.”
Brandon took his last bite of food. “This was really good. Thanks. I’ve been eating fast food and TV dinners for the most part since I’ve been here.”
“I take it you don’t cook?”
“I can make a mean bowl of Ramen noodles if that counts.”
“Ah, no. That doesn’t count.” Paige finished off her food and rose to clear the dishes.
He got up to help and started some soapy water in the sink.
“You don’t have to do that.”
He smiled at her over his shoulder. “I may not be able to cook, but my mom made sure I knew how to do dishes.”
They made quick work of the dishes, and then he followed her into the living room and sat next to her on the sofa. She leaned into his side, and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
“I’m glad you’re here, Brandon.” She laid her head on his chest.
He kissed the top of her head, and her floral shampoo filled his nose. “Me too.” And he truly was. Being here with her made him feel at peace. And it wasn’t only about the sex. The sex was awesome, but holding her against him right now just felt right.
“What will you do when you go back to New York?”
The question caused a funny pang in his chest. “I haven’t really thought about it. I usually stay home for about two weeks, and by then, my agency usually has another job lined up. I visit my folks in that time and take care of anything around the house that needs to be done. Boring stuff really.” And he didn’t really want to think about going home right now. At this point he didn’t want to look past spending time with the hot woman lying in his arms.
She tilted her head, placing her chin on his pec so she could look at him. “Would it be crazy if I said I’ll be sad when you go?”
He cupped the side of her face in his hand and ran the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip. “No. Because I’m not looking forward to leaving either.” Closing the distance between them, he melded his mouth to hers.
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