Saving Forever - Part 2

Home > Other > Saving Forever - Part 2 > Page 1
Saving Forever - Part 2 Page 1

by Timms, Lexy




  Saving Forever

  Part 2

  By

  Lexy Timms

  Copyright 2014 by Lexy Timms

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of both the copyright owner and the above publisher of this book.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to an actual person, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.

  All rights reserved.

  Copyright 2014 by Lexy Timms

  Cover design by: Book Cover by Design

  Edits by: B&R Publishing

  No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in articles and reviews.

  Website: https://www.facebook.com/SavingForever

  Book Trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ABs_uaeEamo

  Chapter 1

  Charity rolled over and stretched her long legs out. The cool sheets did not diminish the heat burning inside of her. Elijah had done this. His delicious mouth, his smooth skin running over his lean, taunt muscles… and those capable hands. No wonder he was an excellent surgeon. The things he could do with those fingers. A moan escaped between her lips. She needed to stop thinking about him or there would be no sleeping tonight. Why was she concerned about sleep? Hadn’t Elijah said he’d come by after he finished at the hospital? Damn that stranger for choking in the hotel hall and Dr. Elijah running to save him. Had the guy not swallowed the nut, Elijah and Charity would be in this bed right now and he’d be stoking and smothering the fire inside her she couldn’t control.

  Stop it! She hollered at her brain. Elijah had saved that guy’s life and all she could think about was his hands on her, not their miraculous ability to save lives. She flung the thin sheet off and jumped out of the bed. She wore only a black bra and matching lace undies. She’d put them on when she had slipped into a dress and planned on going to Elijah’s house. Except he had surprised her and shown up at her hotel room. There had been an undercurrent running between the two of them all day – since they had met actually – and the sparks needed to be sated.

  She grabbed a cold bottle of water from the fridge and drank half of it. Wiping a small dribble from her lip, she checked her watch. A little over an hour ago Elijah had gone with the ambulance. Now out of the tangle of the sheets, her mind cleared slightly. He had gone and done a freakin’ tracheotomy right in the hotel hallway! Like it was nothing! Back in med school, Charity had preformed one on a pig. It didn’t even come close to comparing. She’d saved the pig and been the first to finish in her class back then. Julie, Simon, and Alex had taken her out that night and they got beyond drunk. It seemed ridiculous to compare the two procedures.

  Two days after she’d done the pig trach, her mother had called and asked her to come home. She’d never returned to school, and when Alex didn’t bother to show up at her mother’s funeral three months later, she stopped answering his calls and texts. She had no idea what hospital he worked at now or if he had his own practice. He had talent so she assumed he’d gone into surgery. She had worked at a number of hospitals, raising money for them, but had not come across his name. Maybe he went by Alexander now instead of Alex. It shouldn’t matter; his last name hadn’t changed.

  A soft rap against her door sent her heart racing and she forgot all about reminiscing about the past. Glancing down, her cheeks burned. She couldn’t answer the door like some wanton woman. She grabbed a white t-shirt from the drawer and slipped it on over her head. Peering through the door’s eye glass it took everything not to rip the door off and knock Elijah over in the hallway.

  He stood, slightly unsure of himself, with a hand running over his slightly damp spiked hair. He always appeared so confident and relaxed; to see him as nervous as she felt made her want him more.

  She flipped the lock and opened the hotel room door. “Hey.” She leaned against the doorframe, enjoying the slight feeling of empowerment she had. She knew he wouldn’t come in until she invited him.

  His piercing blue eyes met hers and he smiled. “I wasn’t sure…” His mouth stopped when his gaze slid down the length of her body and then back up. He swallowed.

  “How’d the surgery go?” She grew strength out of his struggling. She wanted him, but he wanted her just as bad.

  “G-Good.” His head shook slightly, as if he was trying to clear his thoughts and focus on her questions. “It went very well.”

  “And you showered.” She pointed at his damp hair. He now wore blue jeans and a white shirt similar to hers.

  “So did you.” He grinned and pointed at her top. “You know you really shouldn’t answer the door dressed like that.” His confidence had returned.

  “Why not?” She straightened and looked down. Seriously? Her black bra and panties clearly showed through the thin white shirt. Whatever modesty she’d been trying to maintain had gone out the window. Now she looked the part of the tease. “Oh crap, I didn’t even realize,” she muttered.

  “Pardon?”

  She leaned forward and let her fingers curl around the cotton material of his shirt near his neck. She tugged it gently but firmly. “Get in here…”

  Elijah needed no further encouragement. In two steps he was inside the room, his arms finding their way around her waist. She wrapped hers around his neck and intertwined her fingers together. Their lips met. Both wet and hungry for what had started before and had not been finished. The heat inside of her burned hotter and sent tingling sensations between her legs and deep into her belly. She could feel herself grow moist from his kisses and the knowledge of what was about to happen.

  “You… are… incredibly sexy,” Elijah whispered between kisses. His hands trailed up and down her back, along the side of her rib cage, and one found its way to curve perfectly around her breast. He traced the lace and found her nipple through the fabric. It hardened with his touch. He groaned deep in his throat.

  Charity’s mind whirled; she couldn’t think straight. She had wanted him from the first time they had met but tried to ignore the feelings. This was a bad idea. No. If something felt this good, it couldn’t be wrong. He may be a playboy but she wasn’t looking for a serious relationship. Was she? Right now she just wanted those very capable hands to find their way under her shirt. She let gravity pull her hands away from the back of his neck and trail down the front of his shirt, her nails slightly scratching the hardness of the muscles beneath it. Her pinkies found the front belt loops of his jeans and she tugged them towards her. The only way to lessen the yearning between her legs was to have him pressed firmly against her. It didn’t stop the ache but seemed to dampen it momentarily.

  As their kisses deepened, her fingers traced along the top rim of his jeans and found their way to his glutes. They were tight and muscular just as she’d imagined. A firmness in the front of his jeans nudged against her inner thigh. It only excited her more.

  When Elijah’s lips left hers Charity opened her eyes. He stared at her, his mouth slightly open and his chest rising and falling as if he’d just been running. The hunger in his bright blue eyes burned with an intensity she understood.

  She reached for his
shirt and he helped her pull it off. He kept his arms at his sides and didn’t move as she ran her hands over his chest and abdomen. His smooth skin grew hot under her touch. She lightly pressed her lips along his collar bone and against his neck. He shuddered and she smiled as she kissed him. She was in control. She found her way back to his mouth and her hands trailed down to his jeans. She fumbled to undo their button. His hands covered hers as she undid it and as she pulled the zipper down, her knuckles grazed the hardness of his penis.

  He pulled her hands away and this time, she groaned in frustration. He smiled against their kisses. “My turn,” he whispered. He grabbed the hem of her shirt, lifted it off and tossed it against the wall.

  Charity tried to stand still as his eyes travelled down and then back up her body. They left an invisible trail of desire inside of her.

  “Wow,” he whispered in awe. “You’re beautiful.”

  “You’re not so bad yourself.” She grinned when he met her gaze. She touched the ink on his arm. “I like your tattoo. I ha—”

  His lips crushed against hers before she could finish. Elijah picked her up and carried her the few steps to the bed. He gently laid her down, his lips never leaving hers. His tongue found its way into her mouth and she nearly lost it when his body pressed against hers. His bare chest against hers drove her delirious. She wanted to rip his jeans off and have him inside of her. The thought alone made her groan out loud.

  “Sorry.” Elijah rolled off and lay beside her. “I didn’t mean to crush you.”

  “You aren’t.” She didn’t like the cool air that replaced his warm skin.

  He bent his elbow and rested his head on his hand. The fingers on his free hand traced down from her lips to her neck and down between her breasts. He cupped and squeezed her breast until the nipple grew hard and then let his fingers trail over to her other breast and reached inside her bra. He played and stroked her nipple until that one grew hard.

  Charity ran her tongue over her lips and her eyes closed. She felt Elijah’s warm breath against her neck and he whispered in her ear, “I’m going to bring you to heaven and back…”

  His lips and tongue pressed against her ear lobe and down her neck. He kissed both of her breasts and ran his tongue over the lace against one of her nipples. “I want to rip this bra off you but you look too damn sexy in it.” He left a blazing trail of hot kisses down her stomach. He paused as reached the black lace of her panties. His finger traced a small part of her skin, near her right hip bone. It sent tingles deep down inside her. He tugged the band of her panties down slightly. He lifted his face away from her skin and paused. “You have my tattoo.”

  Charity sat up on her elbows and glanced down. She grinned. She liked the way he sounded a little awestruck when he said it. “I tried to tell you before but your lips cut me off.” She glanced down where his finger outlined the shape of the Caduces.

  Elijah glanced at his arm and down at her ink. “Even the style of the wings and the rod–”

  “Of Asclepius is the same.” Charity finished for him and laughed. “I noticed yours earlier tonight in the hallway. It’s a bit freaky to have the exact same tattoo of the medical symbol but even scarier that we used the same wings and rod. I based mine on an ancient Greek design.”

  “I picked mine because I liked the snake head rod.”

  “Seriously?”

  He chuckled. “Sort of. I saw an antique charcoal drawing and love it. I made a copy and got the ink after I graduated med school. You?”

  “After my first surgery in residence. I got lucky with a surgery most third years fight for, and I got to do it on my own.” She had been ecstatic and so in love with becoming a doctor back then.

  He rested his chin lightly on her stomach, angled so he could face her. “Why did you switch careers?”

  She stared down at his handsome face. His tousled hair and half naked body gave seduction a new meaning. She didn’t want to talk; she wanted him.

  His eyes, with their eyebrows raised in question, changed their meaning and he gave her a sly, sexy grin.

  It dawned on her then that while she’d been mesmerized by his good looks, she had started pressing her hips up against his body again and again. Apparently her body knew what it wanted more than her head did.

  He pressed his soft lips against her stomach and let his tongue circle her belly button. He leaned to his left and let his body weight shift to his left knee and elbow as he brought his head back level to hers. As he spoke, his hand circled the inside of her leg. His fingers brushed the skin of her inner thighs but would not touch the one spot begging to be touched. “Too much talking?” he teased.

  Charity let her head fall back against the pillow. Her sigh turned into a moan when Elijah’s hand rubbed over her panties, in the center of her heat and desire.

  Chapter 2

  Elijah’s lips pressed hard against hers. His tongue forced its way into her mouth and she arched her body to be closer to his. Her hands ran over his chest and found their way down his back. No man should have skin this smooth and soft. Her fingers ran into the top of his jeans. She had undone his button and zipper but then he had distracted her with his kisses and touch.

  She turned her head slightly away from his mouth but that did not deter his lips. They continued their torment along her neck. “Hey,” she whispered. “Do you want to take these things off?” She tugged lightly at a belt loop.

  Hot breath teased her ear and neck. “Do you want me to?”

  Was he serious? “Well, it’s only kinda fair. I’m lying here in my undies.”

  His head came up so he could look her in the eyes. He smiled. “I really like those panties.”

  Gosh, even the way he said that was beyond sexy.

  He slid towards the end of the bed and before he stood, kissed the center of her underwear. “So in the event of being completely fair…” He pulled his jeans down and kicked them off.

  Charity’s gaze roamed hungrily down his bare chest, across an extremely hot pair of black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. She paused there momentarily and then glanced down at his muscular quads. He had to run distance. The guy had unbelievable muscle tone like he lifted weights but he was lean and fit. She let her eyes travel back up to Elijah’s face. She was grinning and winked when she met his gaze. “Nice undies.”

  He hopped back on the bed. “Happy now?” His bare skin brushed hers and her left leg had a mind of its own and wrapped itself over his hip.

  “I’m getting there.”

  He laughed. “I feel like a sixteen-year-old kid when I’m around you.”

  “Wow. If this is how you looked at sixteen…” She ran a finger zigzag over his chest.

  He caught her hand and brought it to his mouth. He pressed each finger against his lips and gently sucked each one so they brushed against his tongue.

  Charity wondered if his mouth could create a more exquisite torture against her breast without a bra on. The thought had her panting and biting her lower lip to try to hide it.

  Elijah’s eyes never left hers. He brought her hand back to rest against the side of her body and then tenderly ran his fingers down her leg that lay over him. When he reached her knee, he cupped it and lifted it off of him back against the other. His palm covered the side of her hip and as his fingers dug gently into her derriere muscle he pushed against her hip bone to force her on her back instead of her side.

  His hand found its way under the lace of panties. “Look at me,” he whispered when her eyes closed in pleasure. His hand stopped its movement until she opened her eyes.

  “You…are…” She lost the ability to speak when his finger slipped inside of her. Each time she closed her eyes, he begged her to open them. He didn’t speak, but would pause until she looked at him again. She could feel the rushing pleasure building inside of her and when he bent forward so he could kiss her breast, she let everything go and climaxed.

  He knew exactly what he was doing, and he was good at it. Very good. Her eyes still cl
osed, she smiled. She heard him chuckle and knew he was watching her. When her heart settled back to a semi-normal rhythm, she pounced. She pushed his shoulders back and straddled his hips, forcing him onto his back.

  His look of surprise switched to a confident grin as he tucked his hands behind his head. “You enjoyed that then, did you?”

  “Very much, thank you.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  Under her hips, she could feel his hardness beneath her. As much as she really wanted to know what it felt like to have him inside of her – and she really wanted to know – they had somehow come to an unspoken agreement that there would be no sex tonight. It must have been his idea but she didn’t recall having the thought cross her mind. She had to admit she liked it, and it made her like him more.

  She bent down and kissed his beautiful lips. “I believe,” she whispered between kisses as her hand trailed down his chest, “I have a favour to return.”

  His eyes closed when her hand slipped inside his boxer briefs.

  She paused her movement until he opened his eyes. She shrugged and grinned. “It’s only fair…”

  An annoying radio talk show invaded Charity’s sleep. Elijah lay beside her, his arm and leg covering her. She swore under her breath when her body trembled in anticipation of what he could do to her. They had spent the night kissing and fooling around like a couple of sixteen-year-olds. He was asleep now, but if she…

  The radio host on the clock beside her laughed at some stupid joke he’d just told. Charity rolled over and hit the sleep button.

  Crap! Her flight left in a little over an hour and she had to pack! They’d barely fallen asleep. She suppressed a smile. It was worth it.

  She slipped out of bed and quietly went to the bathroom. She showered, pulled her hair in a ponytail and threw on a bit of mascara. She’d grabbed tights and a comfortable shirt the night before and set them in the bathroom. She dressed and then brushed her teeth. Packing her toiletries quickly, she stuffed them in the suitcase right by the bathroom door.

 

‹ Prev