Flirting with the Society Doctor / When One Night Isn't Enough (30 page)

“This is a wonderful idea.” His lips met hers, hard and fast. “Better than pairing chocolate with peanut butter. We are so good together. I want you to remember this time.” He kissed her again, slow, tender. “Everything.”

He cupped her breast, his thumb sliding back and forth over her nipple, sending a potent charge of desire straight to her core, and Ali lost the will to object. His erection rubbed between her legs and all logical thought fled.

More. She wanted more, needed more. Ali couldn’t
remember one reason why she should tell him to stop. All she could think of was getting naked, touching him, holding him, keeping him in her bed until she was too weak to move.

Jared almost shouted out in victory when Ali’s small hands tugged up his shirt then pushed down the elastic waistband of the sweatpants he’d barely remembered to put on before running out of his rental. “Bedroom,” he said against her lips, because it had been a chilling trip to her unit. He needed to be under a comforter, between the sheets, skin on skin. Now.

He no sooner got the word out than she wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted her legs, clamping them around his waist and locking her feet at his lower back. They were of one mind. Again he was off running, this time to her bed, where he planned to enact a couple of fantasies that had been plaguing him over the past few weeks. In his haste he took a turn too sharply and whacked her knee on the wall. “Sorry.”

“Mmm.” She was too busy sucking on his neck to answer. And that was okay with him.

“Mmm,” she mumbled again, and moved lower. Her mouth felt so good on his skin, hot and wet, leaving a cooling trail of moisture in its path. She leaned down and sucked his nipple into her mouth and Jared’s legs almost gave out.

Once inside her bedroom he loosened his hold on her butt, expecting her to slide down his body until her feet reached the floor. Only she didn’t budge. She clung to him unassisted, her thighs squeezing his waist, her lips suctioned to his chest.

“Come on, baby.” He worked to detach her. “We’re here.”

“I love your chest, firm and muscly, with just a sprinkling of hair.” She brushed her fingertips up his ribs, across his nipples, looping down below his belly button. He shivered at the sensation. Goose bumps sprouted on his skin.

“I love yours, too.” In the light from the hallway he spotted the bed and walked over to it. He bent over and released her. She flopped onto her back. He followed her down. “Now, where were we?”

“You were about to kiss my.” She struggled between them to untie her robe.

“Oh, yeah.” He laughed. “Sit up.” He helped her out of her robe and slid her nightshirt up over her head. “I want to do this right.” To make it so good it wiped every other sexual encounter from her mind, so memorable she couldn’t lie in her bed without thinking about it, without wanting him there with her.

Once he had her upper body completely naked he positioned himself where she wanted him, sucking in one taut nipple. The roughened texture met his tongue and her taste, the smoothness of her full breast in his palm, her moans of pleasure almost made him lose control. It had been too long. He’d missed her too much.

He released one nipple to move on to the other, shifting to lie beside her as he did. He slid his hand down her firm, flat belly to her hip, slipping a finger under the thin elastic of her panties to draw them down to her knees so she could kick them away. She squirmed, gripped his head, held him to her.

“Please,” she said, her hips bucking. “I want more.”

So did Jared. “And I’m going to give it to you.” He jumped up, shucked his sweats, and, with his last shred of common sense took out the strip of condoms he’d stashed in his pocket, ripped one off and tossed the rest onto the
night table beside her bed. He’d dodged the pregnancy bullet once. From now on he controlled protection.

Ali lay naked in the center of the bed, waiting for him, a thing of beauty, inside and out. As he approached, she bent her knees and dropped each to the side, opening for him. Jared took pause. Did she expect him to drop on top of her and go into rut? Like all the inexperienced, self-centered losers before him?

No. Tonight would be different, better.

He’d take his time, make it special. Teach her the difference between having sex and making love. Show her what it’s like to be with a real man who treasured women and gave pleasure before taking his own.

He crawled onto the bed, settled his naked body on top of hers. His skin came alive on contact, felt charged. He whispered in her ear, “I’ve dreamed of this for weeks.”

“Me, too.” She squirmed beneath him, tried to align their hips.

He traced the inner rim of her ear with his tongue. She stilled. “I’m going to make you feel so good.” He kissed down her jaw on his way to her lips. He started off soft, a simple meeting, a light pressure, a basic exploration. He lifted slightly. She parted her lips, exhaled, her breath a pheromone that instantly upped his attraction.

He dropped his lips to hers, plunged his tongue into her sweet mouth, savored her. Ali was not a docile lover. She gripped his head, held him to her, challenged him, tested his restraint.

Breathing heavily and painfully aroused, Jared needed to slow things down. He pulled away and, trailing little kisses down the side of her neck, slid his body lower on the bed.

“You’re moving in the wrong direction, Doc.” She tried to stop him.

“Last time you were in charge.” He ran the bottom of his tongue down the valley between her breasts. “Tonight it’s my turn.”

“Just so you know, I like sex. I don’t need a lot of foreplay.”

“Well, I do.” “But I’m—”

“Do not make me leave this bed in search of duct tape.” He sucked a nipple into his mouth. She arched her back and moaned. That’s what he wanted to hear. He moved his lips along the smooth skin covering her ribs, kissed across her abdomen, licked around her belly button. Then he moved on to her arms and legs. He paid attention to each sound she made, each movement, each time she reached for him. He made a mental note of what she liked and where she liked it so he could return to those places again and again.

On his way up her inner thigh he ran his fingers through her curls. Moved lower.

“Wait.” She tried to push his head away. “No one’s ever …”

“Good.” He wanted to be the first, the only. “I don’t think I’ll …”

Jared blew cool air on her slick flesh, his mouth watering in greedy anticipation. “If you don’t like it …” his tongue flickered across the focal point of her arousal “… I’ll stop.”

He reached for a pillow. “Lift up.”

She didn’t respond verbally. Her body gave him the go-ahead when she lifted her hips and allowed him to slide the pillow underneath. He bent her legs, eased them apart and set in to feast. He lapped and swirled, dipped and flicked. He used his lips, his tongue, enjoying his actions almost as much as if she’d had her mouth on him.

Ali squirmed and moaned. “I can’t take it.” She tried to scoot away. “It’s too much.”

He gripped her hips, pulled her closer. “Come for me.” He thrust two fingers inside her, worked them in and out while he continued his oral assault.

With a cry Ali came apart, with an orgasm that satisfied him as much as it excited him. As soon as the first wave ended, Jared went back for more. With a series of breathless gasps, Ali came again.

“No more,” she said, her body falling limp.

Jared stopped.

“I never knew it could be like that,” Ali said in between deep shaky breaths.

Jared removed the pillow and worked his way up her body. “That was only the beginning.” He kissed her lips. “The next time will be even more intense.” He’d see to it.

She brought her fingers up to his face, traced his lips. “I won’t be able to look at your mouth without remembering.”

He smiled. Good. He’d make sure to leave her a picture to keep by her bed.

“But what about you?” Ali asked, reaching between them to take his erection into her hand.

His hips jerked forward of their own accord and he lunged for the nightstand to retrieve a condom, ripping it open with his teeth and sheathing himself. He’d be lucky to last more than five minutes. Fighting the urge to plunge inside, he took it slow, rocking into her, inch by glorious inch. “You okay?” he asked, not wanting to hurt her.

“I’m better than okay. I need all of you.” She swiveled her hips, lifted them and he slid all the way in. She felt so good, her wet heat surrounding him, the residual contractions from her orgasm rippling along his length. Her tightness embraced him, didn’t want him to leave.

Jared withdrew, took his time, the friction unbelievable. If he didn’t concentrate on something else this would be
over embarrassingly quick. He rotated his hips as he thrust in deep, kept his movement controlled, changed his angle of entry, worked hard to find it.

Ali sucked in a breath. “What the heck was that?”

G-spot.

And he let himself go, careful to hit the right spot each time he drove inside.

Knees bent, feet flat on the bed she increased their pace, meeting every powerful thrust with one of her own. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”

Only death could stop him.

“Oh, Jared. You feel so good inside me.”

Hearing her say his name, made his heart flip, made things so much more personal, special.

Fierce arousal and the feeling he was on the verge of something bigger than big had him matching her stroke for stroke, moving his hips faster than the heartbeat of a tachycardic patient.

Ali moaned, lifted her legs and dug her heels into his butt. “Oh, God,” she said between panting breaths. She lifted her pelvis, forcing him deeper.

Thank, God,
Jared thought. His movements choppy, lacking his usual finesse. He’d make it up to her, next time, and the time after that, and the time after that. Right now all he could think about was finding a release for the weeks of desire built up inside him, the pressure inside his groin unbearable.

He tried to hold on, to give her time to catch up.

She let out a deep moan, tightened around him, massaged him in the midst of her release and he gave up trying to fight it. He came like a firework shot into the sky, on fire, exploding into a spectacular display of vibrant colors, floating on the breeze, before his spent embers drifted slowly back to earth.

He lay collapsed on top of her, a panting, sweaty mess. He wanted to move, really he did, but in its euphoric state, his brain wouldn’t process the command.

“That was …” he said, after regaining control of his facial muscles.

“Yeah,” she responded on a contended sigh, stretching as he eased his weight from her. Then she curled onto her side.

“I’ll be right back.” He tucked the covers around her then walked to the bathroom.

“I’ll be here,” she said drowsily. “Waiting.”

When he returned she was right where she’d said she’d be, in exactly the same position, fast asleep, her body completely relaxed, her respirations shallow.

He wanted nothing more than to climb in behind her, lose himself in the feel of her naked body cuddled close to his. But he felt on edge, unable to settle down. So he put on his sweatpants and went to the kitchen for a glass of water.

He’d shared some of his past with her tonight, prepared for her to get on him about neglecting his mother, not doing more for her. She hadn’t. In fact, she’d taken his side, encouraged him to make things right with his mother before it was too late.

Why couldn’t he have met Ali three years ago, when he’d still believed in happily ever after? Before another nurse, one with a well-hidden drug addiction, had manipulated him into marriage, lured him by pretending to be all he wanted, fooled him into thinking she loved him and couldn’t live without him.

The day after their courthouse wedding, boy, did things change. His wife had morphed into a demanding, unhappy shrew. Nothing he did was good enough, and yet, like he had with his mother, Jared had tried so hard to please her.
He’d drawn the line at prescribing her narcotic pain medication for an alleged back condition she’d never mentioned prior to their nuptials.

He let out a bitter laugh. Ali thought him a womanizer. That couldn’t be further from the truth. Not since his wife had maxed out his credit cards and emptied his bank accounts on her way out of town a mere eight weeks after their marriage, leaving him broke, betrayed and the subject of a Drug Enforcement Administration criminal investigation a little over two years ago.

If he could have scrounged up the money, he’d have set the divorce in motion right away. But paying an attorney for a divorce had been the last expenditure he could afford. Keeping himself out of jail and trying to hold on to his house had taken priority. A year later, his finances back in positive territory, the need for a divorce hadn’t seemed all that urgent. He had no plans to remarry, to ever open himself up to the pain of having someone he loved turn on him again.

So he’d tucked his marriage certificate in his wallet, a shield to fend off ever pursuing a relationship with another woman. It had worked like a charm. Until Ali. She was the reason he’d finally contacted his attorney and instructed him to proceed with his divorce, using any means necessary, no matter the cost. Every day since he’d checked his post office box, hoping to find the documentation declaring the marriage he’d thought would be for life officially over. To date, it had not yet arrived.

Technically he was still married. A liar. An adulterer. The type of man Ali would run from. She deserved better. But, God help him, he hadn’t been able to pass up this opportunity to be with her again. In his defense, he’d thought for sure thirty days was enough time to process an uncontested
divorce. But nothing in his life ever went as planned. Now the guilt of not being honest with her ate at his insides. Maybe he should come clean, tell Ali the truth.

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HURSDAY
, Ali was eight hours into a twelve-hour shift on 5E when she received the call. A school bus versus school bus MVA—motor vehicle accident. Estimated seventy-six children and two adults injured. ETA thirteen minutes.