by Katy Connor
“Please, if I had a semblance of a voice, I’d be breaking out my Julie Andrews impression from The Sound of Music, singing ‘Something Good,’ that’s how ridiculously happy I am right now.”
And that was it. His mouth covered mine, and I was drowning in everything Alex. I shoved my hands into his lustrous hair, the silky black strands even softer than I imagined. His lips and tongue were magic. I was heady, dizzy, even though I was sitting. That’s how well he kissed me.
He tore his mouth from mine, and I may have whimpered in protest.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for four years,” he said.
I blinked once, then twice more, catching my breath.
He pulled my hair back, his mouth skimming along my jaw and down the column of my neck. How can someone make you shiver and burn all at once?
“I need more,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “Will you give it to me?”
“Take what you need,” I urged.
That earned another wolfish smile, just as I felt the tips of his fingers graze over the skin of my knee, sliding up the inside of my thigh.
“Alex.” I stopped his hand, glancing around. “It’s just…well, there are people here.”
His teeth found my earlobe, and I swear I felt that pull right between my legs. I stifled a moan in my throat.
“If you can keep quiet while I make you come,” he said, “then no one will know what I’m doing to you.” He stopped to gauge my reaction.
I nodded. “Okay,” I said before I chickened out.
Who am I, anyway?
He took my mouth in a dizzying kiss as his hand moved up, goosebumps blossoming everywhere. When his fingers reached the apex, he dragged his knuckle up and down the center of my seam, putting pressure on my clit as he did. It was just enough of a tease to get me excited, but not enough to offer any sense of relief from what was building between my legs. Every part of my body was alert, coming alive. Maybe for the first time.
“I need more,” I whispered as I fisted his hair and breathed in his scent.
“Shh, I got you,” he said, reassuring me.
Then, he pushed aside my lace panties and dove into my heat, his long and elegant fingers inside me, with the pad of his thumb making beautiful, concentric circles along the bundle of nerves.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head. “Oh. My. God.” I moaned into his mouth, becoming someone I didn’t recognize as I moved my hips in time with his hand. He was getting me so hot, so excited, I didn’t care there was only a curtain between us and the rest of the world. I only cared that this beautiful man was turning my body into something kinetic. I was light and fluid, a visceral motion of opening and letting go.
“Give me more,” he said, his voice still low but insistent as his eyes were on my neckline. I didn’t even think. I pulled at the top of my dress, my breast popping out. He growled as he took my nipple into his mouth, pulling hard while his tongue flicked fast at my hardened point.
“Holy shit, that’s amazing,” I said, keening.
He released my nipple, staring into me. “You’re close. I can feel you tightening around my fingers,” he said, not missing a beat, working me faster.
“Alex, I- I…”
“That’s it, my angel. Fuck my fingers. Imagine it’s my cock,” he said, just as I felt him curl them inside me, rubbing my G-spot.
I threw my head back in a silent scream. Behind my eyelids were fireworks exploding in neon bands of light. My body was melting into electric bliss, the blood whooshing in my ears, as if I was the ocean.
It was only when I felt him tuck my breast back into my dress that I slowly opened my eyes and drifted back down.
He was licking his fingers, the ones that had just been inside me.
Holy shit. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen a man do.
The blood rushing to my head was hot, an insistent pounding. I placed a hand on my forehead.
“I can’t believe that just happened,” I whispered. “Do you think anyone saw? How embarrassing.”
He growled. “I know you’re tempted, but you are not going back into your shell. Not now. Not after I’ve finally gotten to see what’s been hiding behind all that shyness.”
I stifled a laugh.
“I mean it, Jenny,” he said, his gaze penetrating my orgasm-addled brain. “No hiding from me.”
I did a one-hand salute. “Yes, sir,” I said.
His gaze was heated, raw even. “Christ, now I need to fuck you.” He stood up and reached into his pockets, taking out his wallet and throwing hundreds of dollars down on the table. He pulled the curtain back and Natasha jogged over.
“Is something wrong with your meals?” she asked, trying to seem cool and collected, but it was obvious she was a bit panicked.
“The food is fine. Tell Chef Romanov not to worry. Just pack them up to go. We’re leaving.”
Without a word, he grabbed my hand, leading me through the maze of people in the restaurant, and whisked me into his car, which was waiting right outside for us. I guess one of the servers made sure to give our food to the driver, because we left shortly afterwards.
I was in the nicest car I’d ever been in.
I may have had to pinched myself several times, just to make sure everything that was Alex Petrinov wasn’t a dream.
Chapter Three
JENNY
I was going home with Alex Petrinov, a man I had—maybe—spoken two words to all four years of med school. That is, until today. And now I was in the back of his car, and we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.
Plus, even though I didn’t know what make or model it was, I was pretty sure his car cost more than my nana’s entire house.
I broke my mouth away, panting. “Okay, for the record, the reason people may think you are in the Russian mob is because you’re the only person I know in medical school who has a twenty-four-hour on-call driver.”
“I am sure there are other reasons why people think that. But none of that matters to me.”
“Just saying,” I went on, running my hand along the supple leather seats. I breathed in. “I don’t know what about it works, but there’s just something about that new-car smell which totally pleases my olfactory system.”
“Where to, Mr. Petrinov?” his driver asked.
“Home,” he said, hoisting me onto his lap as the car started to move.
“Alex!” I yelped.
But I couldn’t get annoyed with him. He was beaming up at me, his eyes glittering with something warm, something I couldn’t pinpoint.
“Unless you want me to take you back home?” he asked, his eyes scanning my face for my reaction.
My heart was pounding, adrenaline sparking under my skin. I knew a good girl would say “yes, take me home.” I knew all the rules because I’d been following them my whole life.
But there was no way I could stop what was happening between us now.
I was tired of being the good girl, of living safe.
So, even if I was only getting one night with him, I was willing to take the risk.
“I don’t want you to take me home. I want to be with you.”
“Good,” he said, pushing a button so the partition between us and his driver went up. “Because now that you’re here, I’m not sure I could let you go.”
I cradled his face in my hands, watching the passing lights dance across his masculine beauty. Reds and yellows, then finally green.
“I hate to be a buzzkill, but at some point, we’re going to have to open those envelopes we’ve been avoiding,” I said, gauging his reaction.
I watched his throat contract as he swallowed, his heated gaze searching my face. His hands were resting on my hips. I brushed my thumb back and forth on his cheek.
“I know,” he finally said. “I don’t want to think about that right now. I just want to enjoy you here with me. Finally.”
I smiled. “And I want to savor this gorgeous face, looking up at me.”
His grin fell. “Is my face all you see when you look at me, Jenny?”
“No, of course not,” I eked out. “Everything about you is beautiful.”
His eyes searched mine, like he was traveling through my soul to determine if what I was saying was truthful or not. “Then tell me what you see.”
I see a man I could fall deeply and madly in love with.
I can see a man who could break me.
But, of course, I didn’t say any of that. It was too real, making me even more vulnerable than I already was.
“You’re like a dream, the least of it being how you look. You’re smart with a dry wit. You’re caring, thoughtful…cautious, since you waited so long to approach me,” I teased.
His grip tightened. “I should’ve approached you sooner. I almost lost my chance.”
I hushed him, then leaned in for a kiss. He opened for me, groaning as I took his mouth. His length was hard as steel between us, and I couldn’t help it, I started rocking myself against him.
“I need to be inside you. I can’t wait until we’re back at my place.”
“I need you too,” I said. “Make it happen. Touch me, Alex. Touch me everywhere.”
A crooked smile curled his mouth. “Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you.”
He was making me braver. I shoved the neckline of my dress down with both hands, taking the bra cups with it, my breasts popping up.
“Fuck, they’re perfect. Made for me,” he said, sucking each nipple, pulling deep. My back arched, and I grinded against him. “And your taste is addictive. Undo me. Take out my cock so I can fuck you deep.”
The dirtier he talked, the more turned on I became.
I reached for his belt, snaking the strap out of the belt loops, feeling impatient for him. I unzipped and reached inside.
There was a surprise.
“You’re not wearing any underwear,” I said, my touch making him hiss. “God, Alex, your skin is on fire.”
“It’s because your hand is on me,” he said through his smile.
“Is that right?”
His teeth sunk into his bottom lip. “Oh yeah. Definitely. Fuck, keep playing with my dick.”
He was massive, built long and thick. I stared for a few beats, wondering if I could handle a man of such a size. The only cocks I’d seen in the last four years belonged to cadavers.
“Just touch me. That’s all I need.”
I started stroking his length again, loving the velvet feel of him, giving myself permission to take my time and get acquainted with his magnificent body. I marveled that my hand made him close his eyes and moan. His voice was low and thick as he encouraged me in Russian. I didn’t understand a word, but I knew exactly what he was saying.
“I want to fuck you…no, I need it.”
He grabbed his wallet out of his jacket pocket, took out a condom, ripped the wrapper open with his teeth, and rolled it over himself. He lifted my body off him, pushed my underwear aside, and thrust me down on his cock.
My head flew back, the tie falling out, allowing my hair to spill over my shoulders. “You feel so good,” I moaned, starting to move up and down him.
He groaned, holding me by my waist, meeting me thrust for thrust.
“That’s… Oh God, that’s so good,” I said, my breasts bouncing with our rhythm. I grabbed his hair again, staring into his eyes before bringing my lips to his and searing the heat between us in a hard and rough kiss.
“Fuck, Jenny,” he said, grunting into my mouth. “You’re so tight.”
“Don’t stop.”
“Never,” he panted, his chest heaving. The car smelled of sweat, sex, and leather. “Grind into me.”
I did what I was told, my body rubbing against his in just the right way. We were rhythmic, a seamless dance back and forth.
I hid my face in the crook of his neck, whimpering, tasting the salty sweetness of his skin on my tongue. I could tell he loved that because he grunted so loud it vibrated everywhere.
“So good. So fucking good…”
That’s all it took. His words drove me over the edge of oblivion. I came so hard I actually cried.
Chapter Four
ALEX
“We’ve barely left this bed in three days,” Jenny said, a languid smile on her glowing face.
“I can’t bring myself to care,” I said. “Everything this weekend has been perfect.”
The moonlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows in my bedroom, onto her naked body laying across my bed, like liquid silver. I used the tips of my fingers to play connect the dots with the freckles on her shoulders, marveling at the constellations waiting to be revealed. But, even as fascinated as I was, my hand eventually found itself wandering down the curves of her back, her hips, and, of course, that gorgeous ass.
Her eyes fluttered closed. “Mmm, feels good,” she said.
“I like making you feel good,” I told her, rolling over to bury my nose in the nape of her neck. She had used my shower earlier, so the scents of coconut and vanilla were gone, but Jenny still smelled feminine, even after using my soap.
“It’s Sunday night,” she said, a touch of sadness in her voice. “I can’t believe the weekend is already over. Wasn’t it just yesterday you and I were talking in the auditorium?”
I had remembered it was Sunday, but I hadn’t wanted to break the spell we were under, afraid the mention of reality may jinx us somehow.
But she was right. We had to face it.
“Are you ready to open up the Match envelopes yet?” I asked.
She rolled onto her back, her eyes meeting mine. “You know, on Thursday when we received them, I didn’t want to open them because I was afraid I didn’t get into my first-choice program.”
“And now?” I asked, resting my hand on her stomach. I loved having her near me, getting to touch her whenever I wanted.
“And now, I’m less concerned about that part and more upset because I know most of the choices will be far from you.”
We hadn’t yet opened our envelopes, but we had shared where we applied. There was still a one-in-three chance we both matched in the same city. Frankly, all of them were so fiercely competitive that we should have been good with any of them. But now, we were both praying for New York.
“It’s possible you got New York City,” I said, hoping like hell she did.
She let her head lull to the side, her hair tousling down.
“Is it awful that I’m wishing for that now?” she asked.
Something burned inside my chest. “Why is it awful for you to want us together?” I asked. “The idea of us being in the same city, getting to wake up together every morning? Even with the craziness of our residencies, we would still be building a life together. I want that.”
“Every morning, huh,” she said with a wry smile as she turned her head towards me, her hair falling in her lines of vision. Damn, she was the sexiest woman I’ve ever met. We were brand new, but I knew I’d never get enough of her.
I pushed the hair out of her eyes, then rested my palm against her cheek. And just like that, the mood shifted, becoming serious. She closed her eyes, letting the weight of her head rest against my hand. I don’t know why, but something about that got to me, shattering the last piece of resistance I may have had. It was as if she was surrendering a piece of herself right then, a piece she didn’t show or give to anyone.
But she was giving it to me. And I was never, ever going to give it back.
I was in love with this woman. Completely. There would never be anyone else for me.
I covered her body with mine, cradling her head in my arms as I kissed her. My cock was already hard, straining for release, leaking precum on our bellies.
“It’s like a beast,” she teased, taking my dick in her hand, stroking me from root to tip. “It never gets enough.”
I moaned into her mouth, loving how she worked me over. “I want in,” I said. “But bare, nothing between us.” I’d been wanting that since the
first time I slid inside her, but I was trying not to scare the shit out of her. I had opened Jenny up a lot in a short time, but she was still a reserved person, not used to someone in her space. She was in my bed, but that didn’t mean I had all of her.
“Have you ever, you know, made love without a condom, with anyone else?” she asked, getting shy on me again.
“No,” I said. “And I’ve never even considered being bare before now.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, really,” I said, staring down at her. “Let me in. I promise, I’m clean.”
“I am too,” she said. “And I’m on the pill, not because I’ve been with anyone, by the way. It’s just to regulate my periods.”
Personally, I didn’t care if she was on the pill or not. Maybe it made me sound like a caveman, but I couldn’t wait to get her pregnant someday. I’d love to see her belly swollen with our child. But my girl had a lot of big dreams, so I was going to have to keep those wishes on hold for a little while.
I didn’t mind. I’d do anything for Jenny.
She opened her legs wider, my cock nestled between her heat. I started rubbing the head along her swollen seam. I knew that drove her crazy, made her even wetter for me.
“Ohmygod,” she breathed, her eyelids lowering, looking drugged. “You know just what I like.”
It’s true. I did. We had already made love countless times this weekend, and I had studied every moan and twitch and sigh my girl made. I was obsessed with making her come hard, long, and often. I’ve always been an excellent student.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I thrust my dick all the way into her snug entrance, nice and rough, just the way she needed me to be.
She wrapped her legs around my back, digging her heels into my ass as I pummeled myself into her. Somehow, we were fucking and making love at the same time. I could do this for hours.
She closed her eyes, and I watched as she was overcome with ecstasy, mouth open, crying out with every move I made, moving her hips in time with mine.
“Touch yourself, Jenny,” I said to her. “I’m close already and I want you with me.”
She reached down between us and started playing with herself. I can’t even describe how much I got off seeing her working her clit while I slid in and out of her sweet heat. She grabbed one of her breasts with the other hand, squeezing her nipple between her fingers.