“You left me hanging too much.” She sucked in a sharp breath as he cupped her firmly between the legs with one large hand.
“I guess you need someone to teach you some manners.”
She couldn’t speak. She was hot again, already revving up just at his firm hold.
He released her. “I’m really gonna have to work hard on you, aren’t I?”
“No, you did plenty.” She sat back on her elbows and took in his full naked glory for the first time as he stood at the end of the bed. He was magnificent, all sculpted muscle and golden skin from his wide shoulders and beautiful chest to his narrow waist, thick, muscled legs, and a massive erection. She quickly changed her mind. “Yes. Work hard on me.”
She scrambled off the bed, wanting to touch him too. He pulled her flush against all that delicious naked glory and kissed her hard, his hands running all over her. She pulled back enough to grip his thick erection in one hand and felt him grow thicker. He lifted his head. “Em, wait.”
She ignored him, giving him a nice stroking. “Maybe you’ll thank me.”
“Fuck, wait. I want you too much.”
She stroked him again. He gripped her wrist, stilling her hand. “Condom,” he ground out.
“I came prepared!” she announced, rushing to her suitcase and producing a box of them. She ripped it open and tossed him one before heading back toward the bed.
“C’mere,” he said as he rolled it on. He was still standing next to the bed.
She changed direction, heading toward him, not sure what he had in mind and not caring. She wanted everything with him.
He grabbed the wood chair from the desk, set it in the center of the room, and sat down. He crooked a finger at her.
She stood in front of him. “Now what?”
He flashed a smile. “Ready for anything. I like it. See, this is why I had to make you grateful for your orgasm.”
“Grateful!”
He grabbed her by the hips and brought her close, her breasts level with his face. “I’m gonna make you so grateful you’ll be thanking me all night.”
The laugh died in her throat as he suddenly captured her breast with his mouth, suckling hard enough to draw loud moans from her as she throbbed again. His other hand cupped her other breast and then clamped her nipple in a tight hold between his finger and thumb. She cried out at the sharp jolt of pleasure. He released his hold and moved his mouth to the other breast, suckling gently as his fingers slipped between her legs and stroked her over and over. She rocked into his hand. “Jared, take me. Please.”
He lifted his head and gave her a slow, sexy smile. “I’m liking the please. All right, but I also want a thank you.”
She ignored that, her aching need for him overriding everything else. She maneuvered herself up onto his lap, and he lifted her by the hips and positioned himself at her entrance, slowly easing her down. His size stretched her, filling her so completely and easing the ache she’d had for so long that she felt gratitude with every cell of her body. She wrapped her arms around his neck, gazed into his green eyes, and gave him a heartfelt, “Thank you.”
He kissed her and nipped her bottom lip. “Thank you, darling.” He moved her then, slowly riding her up and down his length, sending ripples of pleasure through her. She ran her hands up and down his arms, loving the flex and feel of his muscles under her hands as he continued to move her in slow, deep thrusts that only made her want more and more. Her breath caught as an orgasm snuck up on her. He stilled her before she hit the peak, grinding her down hard onto him, her body clasping him in a tight hold.
She smacked his shoulder frantically. “Please, thank you, please.”
He chuckled before sinking his teeth into the cord of her neck. That set her off. She jerked her hips, and he loosened his hold, letting her ride him hard as she raced toward her release. His hands cupped her ass as he urged her on with the filthiest words she’d ever heard, making her feverish as her world narrowed down to that deep voice and the release that was frustratingly out of reach. “Jare,” she said desperately.
He thrust up suddenly, giving her just the angle she needed, making her cry out as she broke hard, her body racked with pleasure for one endless wave before she collapsed against him. But he wasn’t done. His hands went to her hips as he took over, making her take more as he thrust for his own release. She moaned and lifted her head as aftershocks shook her with unbearably intense waves of pleasure bringing another peak just as he shuddered and let go with a guttural groan, holding her tight against him.
She tried to catch her breath as she listened to his heart thundering in his chest.
After a few moments, he loosened his hold on her and kissed her hair. “I don’t think once is going to be enough,” he said in a hoarse voice.
“Definitely need more,” she rasped out.
He gave her a tight hug. “Thank you.”
~ ~ ~
Jared pulled on his boxer briefs and grabbed the hotel phone, ordering them room service dinner, trying to act like what just happened was no big deal. That was what Emily expected from him. A onetime fun time. She deserved a little fun in her life, and he was happy to be the one to give it to her.
Only his heart was in it now, raw and exposed.
She put on a white robe from the hotel, positively glowing. “Order champagne too!” She beamed. “I feel like celebrating.”
He added that to the order and hung up. He dressed quickly, figuring he’d be the one to answer the door for room service. Besides, he liked having her in just the robe.
She crossed to him and threw her arms around his neck. “Why so serious? I thought you were Mr. Fun Time.”
“Dr. Fun Time.”
She ran her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. “I had fun. Did you?”
He forced a smile. “I did.”
She whirled away and did a slow turn, her hands up to the sky in a joyful dance. He told himself to push down the swirl of deep emotions. That wasn’t where she was at.
“You need some music,” he said and turned on the radio alarm clock on the nightstand. It was already set to a top-forty pop station.
She laughed. “I love this song!” She danced all around, working her shoulders and hips in a sexy way that drew him in. He snagged her around the waist and pulled her close for a bit of grinding. She lifted her arms over her head as she moved in a sensuous wave in front of him. He moved in time with her.
“Ooh, baby!” she exclaimed.
He found himself smiling. “You like that?”
“I love it!”
He wedged his leg between hers and palmed her ass, letting her grind away. Her cheeks flushed, but she got into it.
“You’re a great dancer,” she told him when the song ended.
“That was all you.” He pretty much stuck to slow dances, but grinding, that just came naturally. Another fast-paced song came on, and she grabbed his hand and twirled herself under it.
“You know,” she said, releasing his hand to undulate right up against his front, making him rock hard, “we have the room all weekend so-o-oo—”
“So you want me to be Dr. Two-and-Done.”
She grinned cheekily. “Or four.” She danced in a circle around him.
“You’re gonna kill me.”
She reached his front and threw her arms around his neck. “You’re so funny. Is this how you are with all the nurses? You make everyone grateful for the orgasm so it’s totally worth it.”
This seemed like a trick question. Women never liked to hear about other women. And, yes, that was exactly what he did. Held back until the orgasm hit with explosive force. Every single woman left his bedroom with a big smile. Except this woman he didn’t want to let go.
He turned the question around. “Was it worth it?”
“Yes!” She gave him a smacking kiss on the lips. “Do that leg thing again.” She started grinding against him. He thrust his leg between hers, giving her the friction she needed. Her eyes cl
osed as a small smile played over her lips.
“Is this how you were with Angel?” He regretted the words the minute they were out of his mouth.
Her eyes flew open and she stilled. “What?”
He stepped back and shoved both hands in his hair. “Never mind.”
She put her hands on her hips. “No, let’s talk about this. Obviously it still bothers you that we were together. You want to know how it was with Angel? It was great. He’s playful and fun and a dirty talker.”
He did not want to know that. He pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought it up.”
“You want to know how my ex was too?”
He dropped his hand. “No!”
“He was selfish and always got off before I even got close. Happy? Now you know how you compare, so tell me how I measure up.”
“Em—”
“Tell me!”
“No one can compare!” he barked.
They glared at each other. He wasn’t sure who moved first, but one minute they were glaring and the next they slammed together, mouths fusing as they grabbed at each other’s clothes, ripping them off before landing on the bed in a naked tangle of arms and legs. He rolled on top of her and took her in one hard thrust. She gasped, but he couldn’t slow things down, just drove into her tight heat over and over, her moans and gasps making him wild. She clamped down on him suddenly and cried out as she went over the edge, taking him with her as he exploded, pumping into her on a long, low moan.
He stilled for a moment, buried deep inside her, wishing he could stay like that all night. Finally he raised his head to check in with her. He was never that rough, never lost control like that. “You okay?”
She smiled, eyes closed. “Oh yeah. I don’t even care about dinner. I just want you, you, you all night long.”
He kissed her, and she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him back with wild abandon.
His heart swelled with something that took his breath away. Or maybe that was her wild kisses. Either way he was down for the count. A complete goner.
Chapter Ten
Emily couldn’t get enough of Jared. He definitely deserved the praise everyone threw on him. No wonder women lined up to be with him. She’d never wanted someone as much as she wanted him. Like an insatiable urge that drew her to him again and again. She’d climbed into his lap for their room service dinner, not wanting to stop touching him for even one minute. They were at the desk with their dinner, and Jared kept feeding her bites of his dinner and giving her sips of champagne. She felt positively giddy and was so glad she’d given herself this weekend of fun.
She ran her fingers through his soft hair. “I’m on the pill, so you don’t have to worry about before.”
He froze. “Shit. I didn’t…I never…”
She kissed him. “It’s okay.”
He met her eyes. “I am so sorry. I got carried away. I didn’t even think about it until just now. I always use protection. Always.”
She smiled. “Good. Me too.” She kissed his neck and tasted him, a little salty, a little sweet. “You taste so good.”
“So do you…so, uh…”
She sucked his neck.
“Ah, Em.”
She raised her head and smiled. “I’m riding bareback this weekend.”
He groaned and claimed her mouth in a fierce possession. And then he stood with her in his arms and carried her to the bed, dinner forgotten.
~ ~ ~
Jared had never regretted the morning after as much as he did today. Emily was naked and curled up against his side. She was a spitfire once she got going. So enthusiastic, so eager to please, and all over him in the middle of the night and early this morning. He actually had to roll on top of her a few times to make any headway with what he wanted to do to her. He loved that she was so into it. And now it was over.
He didn’t kid himself that they were on the same page here. She kept telling him how much fun he was and how this weekend was exactly what she needed for a fun break from her usual routine. He wasn’t sure she’d even want to know his heart was involved. It seemed she was really happy with the Dr. One-and-Done experience. His rep was really biting him in the ass this time.
She stirred and rubbed a hand over his chest. “Mmm….” She opened her soft brown eyes and gave him a lazy, sexy smile. “Ready for more?” She slid her hand to his cock, which was ready from the minute he woke up next to her naked body.
He pushed her hand away. “My heart can’t take it,” he said in bald-faced honesty. Then he rolled out of bed and headed for the shower.
He’d just stepped into the steamy spray when Emily appeared, naked and smiling, and then stepped in with him. Fucked. He was fucked. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him. One more time, he told himself as he claimed her mouth. Just once more. Her hot little mouth trailed to his throat, which she nipped and licked. He pinned her against the shower wall and became the aggressor. She groaned and mewled, setting him on fire. He couldn’t wait. Just lifted her and took her right there. He lost himself. There was nothing but this miraculous joining that made him feel he was finally, finally home. When they finished, panting and clinging to each other, all he could think was somehow he had to tell her he wanted more with her. But he was at a loss for the right words.
“Can you put me down?” she asked, still breathing hard. “I’m starting to lose feeling in my legs.”
He set her back on her feet. Her knees buckled, but he caught her and held her steady.
She let out a shaky laugh. “See what you do to me?” Her brown eyes were bright and happy.
“Em.” He cleared his throat. “Emily…” He trailed off, unsure how to say he didn’t want to be the good-time guy with her.
But then she started washing him with her cat-that-ate-the-canary look, and he got distracted. And, of course, he had to return the delicious scrubbing, and then they started kissing and didn’t stop until the water started to run cold.
“We should get dry,” she said.
He followed her out and grabbed a towel. She was already wrapped up in a towel, and he missed the view.
“Oh!” she exclaimed. “That’s my cell.”
He hadn’t even heard the ring. All he could focus on was her.
She ran to the bedroom and was quiet for a long time. He stepped out of the bathroom, drying his hair. She was dressing in a frantic rush.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Chris is in PICU. He took a turn for the worse.” Shit. That was the pediatric intensive care. She looked around frantically. “Where are my shoes?” she cried.
“Calm down.” He fetched her shoes from the corner where she’d left them.
“We have to go. Like right now.”
“Got it.” He dressed quickly, grabbed their stuff scattered around the room, and headed out.
“I never should’ve taken off this weekend,” she said as they pulled out of the parking lot. “This never would’ve happened on my watch. I just had to have a fun weekend. Now look what happened.”
“It’s not your fault.”
“I have a serious job. That means a serious life. Not frivolous ski weekends. Not hookups with players.”
“I won’t…Em—”
“He can’t die. Faster, Jared!”
He pushed the speed limit. Some part of him knew if Emily lost her patient, she’d cut him loose for good. Her heart wasn’t in it, not like his was.
~ ~ ~
Jared dropped Emily off at the hospital and went home absolutely miserable. Emily fiercely regretted their weekend away. Told him she’d been foolish and they could never happen again. He didn’t know what to do.
He dragged his sorry ass to Sunday dinner and went through the motions, barely hearing the conversation that flowed around him. Something about Kennedy’s new rock-star client everyone was curious about.
He finished his dinner in silence and was about to make
an excuse to leave during a brief lull in the conversation when his mom asked, “Jared, Angel, how was your ski weekend?”
Awesome. Soul crushing. He didn’t know how to answer.
Angel answered for him. “I didn’t go. Jared went with Emily.”
Jared shot Angel a look across the table that said thanks a lot.
Angel mouthed, what?
“Emily, the woman who was here for dinner?” his mom asked, her voice rising on a high note of excitement.
Jared kept his mouth shut. He didn’t want to talk about Emily in front of his brothers, who would tease him mercilessly. He’d give them the same treatment. In fact, he had on plenty of occasions.
“The one you two fought over?” Luke asked with a smirk. “Interesting. So…don’t keep us in suspense, did you close the deal?”
“Shut up,” Jared snapped.
“He didn’t,” Nico said. Luke nodded.
“Now we don’t know that for sure,” Vince said. “Maybe he’s being discreet.”
His brothers laughed uproariously.
Their mom cleared her throat loudly. “Gentlemen, this conversation is unseemly, especially in front of other women.” She gestured to their sisters-in-law, who were all trying to look properly offended. “Jared, would you like to invite her for dinner? We could make it on a Friday or Saturday so it’s intimate. I could bake—”
“No!” Jared barked. His mom liked to bake Italian wedding cookies that, so far, had caused three marriages after his brothers and their girlfriends ate them. It was kinda spooky. His brothers all exchanged conspiratorial looks and grinned.
“Watch that tone,” his stepdad, Vinny, said. His family was big on respect and manners.
“Sorry, Mom,” Jared said. “I meant no, thank you.” He caught Angel’s sympathetic eyes and felt a little better. At least Angel wouldn’t razz him about Emily.
“So the weekend didn’t go well?” Angel asked casually.
Jared ground his teeth. “It went fine.”
“If it was fine, then why the long face?” Vince asked.
Jared glanced around the table at his entire family looking at him with a mixture of barely disguised amusement (his brothers minus Angel) and sympathy (his mom, sisters-in-law, and Angel).
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