Chapter Nine

Turner

EVER SINCE THAT KISS, I’ve been thinking about more. I wanted Annabelle beneath me, feeling every inch of me as I pushed inside of her. It has been a constant thought since her mouth was on mine. The self-control I had to display that day to not press her against a parked vehicle and do what I’d been dying to do for months now was unreal. I don’t think I’ve ever held back from taking what I wanted from a woman before. Not that any of them really held me back anyway. But my life was a revolving door of women. Never have I had to work for sex. Annabelle, isn’t like that though. It has not been work. It’s been genuine. The draw to her, the desire to have more than her physically, was a new emotion. Did this make me an asshole for being that way to the others? Probably. I’ve had feelings for a few of them, but they were never the kind of feelings where I wanted to bring someone home to meet my parents. Those women were fun, and kept me occupied when I got bored with my life. Okay, yeah, I was the world’s biggest asshole for that. Nothing I could do about it now. Because right now, one girl had my attention, and she’s had it since the day she had lunch at my parent’s house.

I was on call earlier this morning and had to come in to surgically correct someone’s knee. I wasn’t particularly busy at the moment, and I considered going up to Annabelle’s floor to surprise her. Admittedly, I had already made a call to see if she was on duty. Sure, I could have asked her, but a surprise visit seemed more fun. Yeah, I wanted to see her. Getting on the elevator, I took it down one floor to Labor and Delivery. The nurse’s station was unoccupied except for a young girl that I’d never seen before. She glanced up at me briefly, then looked back to her work, only to shoot her eyes back up to mine. Her whole demeanor screamed of inexperience. She was new and had no clue who I was. After this, based off her expression, I’d guess she’d learn.

“Can I help you with something, Doctor . . .” She looked at my name tag hanging from the pocket of my scrubs. “Brooks?”

Not that I wanted to butter her up, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt to lay on some charm. Giving her a million dollar smile that seemed to work on majority of the ladies, I watched it affect her just as I suspected it would. She fluttered her eye lashes and smoothed her smock down even though there wasn’t a wrinkle in sight.

“Actually, I was wondering if you could point me in the direction of where one of your nurses is right now.”

“Oh, um, sure. Who are you looking for?”

“Annabelle. I was told she was on today.”

Disappointment played over her face. “She is, but I think she’s on her break. I can let her know that you stopped in if you’d like.”

“No, that’s okay. I just had some things to discuss with her, but it can wait.”

If she wasn’t readily available, I had no interest in keeping this conversation going. Again, I never said I wasn’t the world’s biggest asshole. Turning away, I made my way to their break room. She wasn’t there. Huh. Where would she go? I could look in the cafeteria, but I had a feeling I wouldn’t find her there. Then it hit me. I knew where she was. It was instinct. I had gotten better at reading her over the last couple months, and given the time to think about it, it should have been the first place I looked when they said she wasn’t there.

I used my security card to go through the door of the NICU. I wasn’t familiar with this area of the hospital at all, but it wasn’t that hard to see everything. The room was open with babies in incubators spread throughout the space. I scanned the room for her strawberry blonde hair. Sure enough, there she was. In the back corner, Annabelle sat in a rocking chair, holding quite possibly the smallest baby I’d ever seen. I approached her slowly, like you would walking up on a lion, unsure if it will attack or allow you closer. The air around her screamed protective mode. She cradled the baby to her chest. If anybody got too close, she looked like she would pounce. I was only a few feet away from her and she still hadn’t seen me. I observed her. She rocked back and forth, and soothingly rubbed his naked back. His fragile body swam in the too large diaper on his lower half, and her other hand held him under his bottom. A few wires kept him connected to the machines that monitored his oxygen levels and pulse. Annabelle whispered words to him that I couldn’t hear. This wasn’t what I expected to walk in to when I caught up with her.

When she spoke about the baby she helped deliver and she would check in on, I assumed she would peek in on him, ask the nurses what his progress was, and would leave. This wasn’t what was happening at all. It was clear as day to me. This baby meant something to her. She felt for him. She was caring for him as if he were her own. My presence became known when she heard a nurse coming up beside me. When her aqua colored eyes met mine, I saw several emotions flash across her face: shock, uncertainty, anger, and embarrassment. I did my best to express understanding without words. I wasn’t judging her. No, I didn’t get what was going on here, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t empathetic and wouldn’t try to understand.

“Turner.” She said my name almost like a question.

I walked closer to where she was rocking until I was directly in front of her. “Hi.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I went to your floor to surprise you, but you weren’t there.”

“How did you know I was here?”

“I didn’t.”

“I don’t understand.”

“It was a guess.”

She watched me with a very calculated look upon her face. I could tell Annabelle had no idea what do to or say, but she was in defense mode. Instead of making a big deal out of seeing her like this, I decided it was best that I shift the subject and mood toward what I intended on asking her before I came down here.

“So I was thinking, dinner at my place might be a good idea.”

“Your place?”

“Yes. I’m kind of a good cook. No worries though, nothing cheesy like candles and Marvin Gaye or anything. I’ll still keep it simple, but I thought another easy and relaxing date would be nice while I think of something else to get you questioning why you say yes to me.” I tossed a smile in her direction, hoping she’d enjoy the tease.

Even though she was holding such a small little person in her hands, her attention was on me and that adorable eyebrow went up. “Dinner at your place, because you’re still thinking of other dates to take me on to make me question my life?”

“Well, that’s one way of thinking of it.”

“Doctor Brooks, you’re not funny.”

“Actually, I am.”

“No, not really.”

“I think I’m hysterical. But that doesn’t answer my question.”

“I don’t believe you actually asked me a question.”

Touché, sassy girl. I guess I didn’t phrase it like a question. There she goes again, keeping me on my toes. “Would you like to come to my place this evening, so I may cook you dinner, and we could talk and drink wine?”

She cracked a smile at me. “I thought you said there would be no cheesiness?”

I put my hand up to my chest. “There was no cheese in that question.”

She looked at me long and hard, her hand mindlessly patting the infant’s back. “What time do you want me there?”

“Seven. We’ll make it a late dinner.”

“Text me your address and let me know what you need me to bring.”

I winked at her. “Yes, ma’am.” I took a step toward her and bent down. My lips met her forehead and I kissed her. “And we will be talking about this.”

When I pulled away her eyes were huge on her face. I wasn’t trying to scare her, but we’d gone out enough that I should be able to ask some questions and get answers. If she didn’t want to tell me the depths of her feelings that was fine. She would eventually. I was ready for more from Annabelle. I wanted to pick her brain and learn how she ticked. I wanted her physically and in every way possible. I craved her like no other. Tonight, I would get from her what I wanted.

Annabelle

Never had I anticipated Turner coming to the NICU. Him seeing me like that was almost too much. Had I not been holding the baby, I probably would have gotten more upset than I let on. First his mom asking too many questions, now him. And what did he mean we would be talking about this? There was nothing to talk about. It wasn’t any of his business, either. If he thought we were talking about anything relating to this, he was going to be disappointed.

I didn’t have time to think about Turner during the last half of my shift. We had three moms arrive in active labor and all three delivered within an hour of each other. When I finished my portion of the paperwork, I clocked out and headed home. I had thought about when the time would come that I would be stepping foot in Turner’s space, but I figured I would be more nervous than I currently was. I chalked it up to exhaustion. I was dead on my feet and his idea for wine and food sounded amazing to my tired brain and body right now.

When I got home, I changed into comfortable jeans, a loose tank top, and took my hair out of the ponytail it had been in all day. I pulled it half up, and let some pieces on the side fall around my face. There was no need for make-up but I did add a little bit of gloss to my lips before I got back into my car and made the drive to his place. Turns out he lived on the tenth floor of a building not far from the hospital. He had instructed me to pull into the parking garage and what number space to park in. When I got into the elevator the butterflies started their fluttering. I didn’t know what to expect from Turner tonight, but I was stepping foot into his space. It was his domain and his rules. Was tonight going to turn into something more than just a kiss? Would I allow it? I decided before I raised my hand to knock on the door, that I would just let things flow and see where the night took us. It went against the grain for me, however I couldn’t deny that I wanted Turner Brooks. He intrigued me in every sense of the word. I desired him like no other, and at some point I needed to admit to myself that I honestly had no control with him. He held me captive when I got too close, and if he wanted something from me, I was going to let him take it.

I knocked softly. He opened the door and my mouth gaped. Wearing a pair of worn jeans, and a tight fitted t-shirt, not a single muscle wasn’t on full display and open to my viewing. Even better, he was traipsing around without shoes or socks. He saw me checking him out and I made a show of closing my mouth and giving him a “fuck you, I may have been caught but it doesn’t matter” smirk.

“Evening, Annabelle.” He stepped to the side allowing me to come in.

“Doctor Brooks,” I regarded him formally.

He shook his head as I walked past. Our banter and flirting was already starting and the evening was young. Following behind me, he closed the door and allowed me to scan my surroundings. It was a very modern, chic apartment, and exactly what I expected from him. Clean lines, black leather furniture, and an open floor plan. There was no true entry way into the space. I walked right into the living room where a large couch sat at an angle over the top of a gray area rug. A massive television covered a portion of the wall, and a very nice surround sound system hung in every corner that I could see. To the right was a kitchen that had gray cabinets and a black granite countertop. Stainless steel appliances rounded off the modern kitchen. It smelled amazing in in his apartment—an aroma of fresh herbs and spices with a touch of garlic. Stepping toward the kitchen, I saw the two wine glasses and a bottle of white and red wine next to them. Something was simmering on the stovetop, and two plates sat beside it.

I turned to look at him. “What’s for dinner?”

“Chicken piccata over linguine, and garlic bread is in the oven.” He skirted past me, barely brushing my bare arm. I shivered. “I wasn’t sure if you liked red or white, but reds usually go better with Italian.”

“Red is fine,” I concurred.

He poured me half a glass, while he did the same for himself. “Feel free to relax and make yourself at home. There are stools on the other side of the bar if you care to sit there.”

I did as he suggested. He went to the stove and stirred what was cooking. I took a seat on a silver stool that had no backing. It was slightly uncomfortable but for conversation sake, I’d stay here until it was time to eat.

“How was work?” he asked.

“Quite busy actually. Three deliveries.”

“Were you in on all of them?”

“I was for two, the third I came in after the baby was born and did some clean up.”

“Do you ever get to go in during C-sections?”

“No, not really. I’ve seen a few, but there are other nurses on staff, that are trained for those.”

Small talk, or genuine interest. Either way, the conversation flowed from one subject to another. I’d been there for about twenty minutes when he said the food was ready. He made my plate and carried it over to a black table. He stuck to his word. No candles were lit, and no weird music was being played. There was a clicker on the table near his chair and he picked it up and pushed a couple buttons. In a moment I heard Marvin Gaye’s “Let’s Get It On” start playing throughout the house.

I looked at him and raised a brow. “Really?”

He chuckled. “I’m totally teasing. Set that one up.”

I laughed. “Well played.”

He pushed another couple buttons and some low key country came on.

“I promise no more ‘cheese.’ But I had to tease.”

I smirked. “Wasn’t sure where you were going with that one.”

He shook his head and dove into his food. I followed suit and silence ensued. It was still comfortable though. It felt like we’d done this many times before and it was natural to enjoy each other’s company. Something I’d never felt with someone else before.

“You ever consider moving up to my floor?”

I paused with my fork midair. “I suppose I have.”

“If a position opened up, would you consider it?”

I thought about it. “Maybe, but I’m enjoying where I’m at more than I expected to. The other nurses are quite nice and seeing the deliveries day in and day out, is very gratifying to me. No two births are the same, and it keeps me on my toes.”

He pondered my words. Taking his last bite, he set his fork down and sat back in his chair. Blue eyes were staring me down and I swallowed my food almost whole. He had the ability to make me feel so comfortable one minute, and completely unglued the next. And could his shoulders be any wider?

“Chew your food a little better, Annabelle. I may know the Heimlich but that doesn’t mean I want to perform it.”

“Excuse me?”

“I see you.” His voice got deeper.

“You see me?”

“Yes. I see everything.”

Enough already. Shake it off, Annabelle. He was taking control and I needed it back. “Interesting.” I broke eye contact and poked at my food. “So not only are you a comedian, we can add psycho stalker to your list of qualities. Noted.”

He barked out a laugh. “And there you go again.”

“What did I do?”

“I may see things about you, but one thing I can never figure out is what is going to come out of your mouth next. It keeps me on my toes.”

“Glad I keep you entertained.” I took his advice and chewed a little more thoughtfully.

He tilted his head to the side regarding me. I expected him to shoot back, but he didn’t. Instead he stood, and picked up his plate and glass. “Finish up. I’m going to start the dishes and then we can sit and relax.”

Relax. Riiight. Whatever that was with a man like him sitting next to me. Such a contradiction. I was able to feel at ease next to him, but also edgy. I only had a couple more bites to finish and I was stuffed. Like, certain my stomach was hanging over my pants and I’d be much more comfortable in yoga pants, stuffed. I’ll give him credit, the man could cook. Certainly a quality his mom instilled. Mimicking what he’d done, I took my dishes over to him. I expected him to step out of the way so I could rinse mine off and put them in the dishwasher, but he took them from my hand instead.

“Thank you.”

He eyed me curiously. “You’re welcome. Go make yourself comfortable on the couch. I’ll be over in a minute.”

I did as he asked. Even though my heart was wanting to take a little galloping stroll in my chest, I took a couple deep breaths and reminded myself that I didn’t have to do anything that I didn’t want to. I could, in fact, control the situation. Lies. That was a bald faced lie I would continue to tell myself up until Turner came and sat down next to me. Good God, the man smelled divine. It was a subtle soap scent mixed with a light cologne. How bad would it look if I closed my eyes and inhaled?

“All right, I’ve fed you, given you drinks, and now it’s time to talk.”

I raised my brow. “About?”

“Annabelle.” He said my name in warning.

“Turner.” I dished back.

He sighed exasperated. “The baby. Tell me about the baby. It’s obvious he means something to you.”

Kind of hoped I could dodge this one tonight, but clearly he wasn’t going to let me. Now to decide how much to tell him. Would it really hurt if he knew? Turner hasn’t shown me any ill will or done anything to make me believe he doesn’t want the best for me. He’s shown that he just wants to make me happy. Maybe letting him know and actually talking to someone about it would make me feel better and understand a little more myself about these emotions I had.

“Well, you already know about his traumatic birth experience. His mother completely abandoned him not long after she had him, and I just . . . I don’t know. I felt bad for him.”

“Okay, but you go and see him every time you’re on your shift.”

I nodded in agreeance. “Yes, sometimes more.” I looked down at my pants and picked the lines in the fiber. “It started off as me just wanting to check in on him and making sure the kid was being given a fighting chance. But then, next thing I knew I found myself wandering back in and asking the nurses how he was doing. I felt awful for him that there was no family for him to be held by. The only human contact was what the nurses were capable of giving, and even then, their time has to be split amongst other infants that demanded the same, if not more, of their attention. It just didn’t seem fair to me. The way my parents were taken from me so young, I know what it’s like to be alone.”

He was listening so intently. “Okay, I get that much. So you wanted him to feel love. But do you love him as well?”

I could only answer honestly. “Yes, I suppose I do.”

“He’s a fragile little person. What you’re doing is so beyond selfless, it’s admirable. Do you understand how big of a heart you have? We are taught throughout our residency not to get too attached to our patients. It’s okay to be empathetic toward them, but getting close was frowned upon. Most of us shut it off. We go in, get the job done, and walk out. I’m sure you’ve seen that with several doctors that come in to catch the baby, and leave the rest up to you nurses. But this is so much more than that.” He put his hand on the hand that was fidgeting. “Annabelle, look at me.”

I couldn’t fight him asking. I gave him my eyes. “It’s commendable.”

A lump was forming in my throat and I swallowed. “Is it? Or is it stupid?”

“Why would it be stupid?”

“I don’t know. Maybe because he isn’t mine. I mean I did get attached. I really am. He has machines helping him breathe, he has tubes pumping food into his stomach so he doesn’t have to work so hard to digest anything, and none of it seems fair. I don’t know why I chose to spend time with him like I have. It just sort of happened.”

He leaned forward and placed a kiss on my forehead. It was sweet. “If it’s what feels right, then keep doing it. Besides studies show, that the kind of contact you’re giving him helps the healing process.”

“I know.”

“Then don’t question it.”

I paused and thought for a second if I should tell him the rest. “I’ve named him.”

“What?”

“I haven’t told anybody that, but when I talked to him and I sang to him, I decided he deserved a name instead of just ‘Baby March’ that is on all his charts. I named him Noah. Seemed fitting.”

Aqua blue eyes beamed down at me. “That’s a good, strong name.”

Totally not the reaction I was expecting from that little confession. Most men would hear about babies, and baby names and get the hell out of dodge. Turner was surprising the hell out of me by not doing what I figured he would when any of this came out. I didn’t know whether to hug him for being so understanding, or to question his own sanity for not thinking I was crazy.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For having enough gumption to ask. It’s not like it’s an easy subject for a typical man.”

He put his hand on his chest. “Ouch. I’m typical?”

This time I reached out to him. No clue where the bravery came from, but it seemed appropriate. My palm cupped his cheek. “You are anything but typical.”

Time stood still. I was lost to him, and how he was making me feel. But then he asked his next question.

“What happened with your parents?”

My arm dropped. Another tough subject. Hadn’t we had enough heavy for one night?

“What do you want to know?”

“The night it all happened. Were you there?”

“No. But I was supposed to be.”

He frowned. “You were supposed to be?”

“In the car, I mean. My parents had gone to the mountains for their annual ‘it’s going to be too cold to sleep outside’ camping trip. They’d done it since I was a baby. It was the one vacation that all three of us looked forward to every year. I wasn’t one of those teens that avoided their parents. I loved being around them. That particular year, I had come down with some crazy flu that my body didn’t want to shake. My mom was going to cancel but I told her I’d be fine. The neighbors were near, and I was old enough to drive by then anyway if I needed something. I’ll never forget how reluctant she was. My dad said we could hold off for another weekend, but really it was already getting too late in the year and I didn’t want to be the reason they missed it for the first time since they started the tradition. I promised I’d have my phone nearby, and if anything happened they would know.

They were on their way back from the three day trip. I was finally starting to feel better and was expecting them home later that evening. But there was a knock on my door.” I closed my eyes and did everything I could to hold back the tears. I hadn’t spoken about this or even allowed myself to think of it for years. The memory was too painful and not the way I wanted to remember them. “I vaguely remember the officer telling me what had happened. They weren’t very far from home. Maybe an hour. Someone had been coming off of their long shift and fell asleep at the wheel and they crossed the median.

The whole vehicle was totaled. The backseat where I would have been sitting was mangled. Both died on impact. The officer had asked me if there was someone that he could call for me, but there was no one. My grandparents were already gone, and both were only children. They’re laid to rest near here but I haven’t been back to visit their grave sites since they were buried.”

He sat for a moment and let what I’d said sink in. “You were sixteen?”

“Yes.”

“Did the courts want to place you in the system?”

“No. Technically I was ahead of the rest of my class in school, and I was old enough to emancipate myself. My parents left their insurance policies in my name, and the house. I’ve been on my own since.”

“Seriously, Annabelle, that’s awful.”

I shrugged, not sure what else to say.

“I’m sorry for asking you to tell me. But thank you for trusting me enough to tell me all of this.”

I glanced up at him. “Welcome. Hey, where’s your bathroom?”

He appeared a little put off by my quick change in subject. Pointing to a door off the living room, he said, “Through there and to the left.”

“Thank you.”

I stood and went where he directed me. The door he told me to go through was his bedroom. I didn’t think about where I was walking, I just wanted to get away and calm down. Being in here wasn’t going to help the process. Instead of lingering, I went straight into the bathroom and shut the door, locking it behind me. It was a much larger space than you’d expect from a one bedroom apartment. There was a stand up shower, with a separate Jacuzzi tub in one corner. And in the other, was a door that led to the toilet. I didn’t actually need to go, so I walked to the sink. Turner kept this room very neutral. The walls were white and beige towels hung on the racks. It reminded me of a JCPenny’s catalog. Not at all what I’d expect after seeing the rest of the modern space. Guess everyone needed a little bit of dullness in their life.

Turning on the sink, I splashed some water on my face. It was cool and it soothed my frazzled nerves. I’d overshared. I didn’t regret telling him, but it was too much for a night like tonight. I had a long day at work, he’d seen me with the baby, and all I really wanted from tonight was a relaxing dinner, wine, and to see if anything else progressed between us. It was already a long time coming. Well, in terms of how quickly I knew he moved. It was a good pace for me though. The conversation had likely put a damper on the evening.

Shutting off the water, I dabbed my face on the bland towel, and walked out the door. What I didn’t expect to find was Turner, standing in the doorway, his chest rising and falling a little too fast.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

No answer. Instead he came at me like a freight train. Turner picked me up under my arms, leaving me no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist. He didn’t stop his forward momentum until he had me pushed up against the wall by the bathroom.

“No, I’m not okay.” He breathed in my face. “I need you.”

No other conversation was needed. Thoughts of what we discussed only ten minutes ago were out the window. Right now was sheer animal instinct, and I had no intention of stopping him. His mouth came crushing down on mine in a forceful manner that would leave my lips swollen and bruised. Open mouths, tongues battling, and pure desire were swirling in the air, and I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I wasn’t going to stop him if he took this as far as it could go tonight. I needed him just like he said he needed me. I wanted him inside of me. I wanted to know how he moved and thrusted. No more imagining the “what if’s.” I’d take what I wanted from him, and I’d dare him to tell me no.

His tongue pushed against mine with a force that I’d never felt before. He licked and sucked on my lower lip. Nipping when he pulled away and came back for more. I repeated his motions, and I could feel what I was doing to him. The bulge beneath his jeans was enough to make me want to whimper. My hips moved forward and I pressed myself against him. I was wet and I needed relief from the pressure that was stirring in my sex. Setting me down, I stood on my tiptoes still trying to taste his lips.

“I want you on my bed, naked, Annabelle.” The way he said my name was so different than any other time.

I ripped my shirt off and unbuttoned my jeans. “More?” I taunted, not knowing where this daring girl had come from.

“All of it. Don’t make me ask again.”

I backed up until the bed hit the back of my knees. “I don’t see you doing the same.”

He took two steps in my direction. “You want the shirt gone?”

“Mhmm.”

Doing that ‘reach one-arm over the back of the head’ move that guys somehow master, he pulled it over his head and tossed it to the side. I stared at every chiseled curve of his abs and ribs. There wasn’t even a patch of hair leading below his jeans. The shape of what was threatening to break out from under the zipper was so enticing, my mouth watered.

“What now?”

“Pants, Turner.”

He shook his head no. “I believe I asked first.”

I twisted around giving him my back. Unzipping, I hooked my thumbs on the top of my jeans and pushed them down my legs. They reached my knees and dropped to the floor. I made a show of stepping out of them and looking over my shoulder. My hair was hanging down past the middle of my back, and I was wearing a pair of black cheeky underwear. Couldn’t have been more thankful in that moment that I was a firm believer that pretty underwear, even if nobody saw them, made you feel good during the day.

“You going to make me wait?” I asked, turning around to face him.

The corner of his mouth tipped up into a devilish smile. “Suppose not.”

I watched every little move he made as he removed his clothing, leaving him standing in only a pair of dark blue boxer briefs. My legs were weak and I was going to come out of my skin if he didn’t touch me soon.

“Come here.” He crooked his finger at me, beckoning me to join him.

I shook my head no. “I can’t.”

And I really couldn’t. I was frozen where I stood. Unless he lay me down on this bed behind me, my leaning up against it was the only thing keeping me from falling to my knees and begging him to give me what I wanted. And right now I’d take just about anything from him. It had been entirely too long since I’d been with a man. It should be considered a sin how long it had been.

He got the picture, closed the space between us and pressed his firm body against mine. His skin was warm, while mine felt overheated. His hands came up and grazed the upper part of my arm and slowly descended until he reached my elbow. He grasped me and leaned me back, letting me know he wanted me lying down. I obliged. My back hit a smooth pillowy surface, and my head rested on the comfort of down feathers. He hovered over top of me. Next to the bed was his night stand. He opened the drawer and pulled out a silver wrapper. He made no show of hiding he was grabbing a condom. This was really happening.

“My God, you’re beautiful.” His eyes roamed over my exposed skin.

The way he was looking down at me, I felt exactly that. Beautiful. Coming down to me, Turner placed his hands on either side of my head and stared at me. It was nearly dark in the room, the only illumination was the moon coming through the floor to ceiling windows and the light from the living room. The music was still playing but I couldn’t really hear it. If it was on in the bedroom, it was background noise to the buzzing in my own ears. My clit was throbbing and I needed him to touch me. My panties were drenched. I was regretting not taking them off. He did want me naked after all.

His mouth came down to mine in a reverent and tender manner. He was savoring my lips instead of devouring them. His teeth barely scraped the pouty flesh. I was already worked up. I loved that he was being so attentive, but my need was driving me crazy. My hands took on a life of their own. One smoothed across Turner’s cheek and dove into his soft hair, gripping a small handful and pulling him closer, while the other rubbed across his ribs and my nails dragged around to his back. He took the hint. His mouth left mine and traveled their way down my neck leaving a path of sizzling skin and cool wetness from his tongue. He made it to the cup of my bra, and he leaned over enough to use his hand to slide it down underneath my breast. My nipple was peaked and tight. He closed his warm mouth around it and lightly sucked. My body quaked. I felt every sensation of his tongue swirling over the bud, making it even more tender. He was trying to kill me.

“Turner, please, no more. I need you. Stop teasing me.”

He didn’t release me. Instead, he stayed latched on and showed me his vibrant blue eyes. His pupils dilated from the dark and lust. Never in my life had someone worked me up so much.

“You want more?” He let his hand trail down to the top of my underwear. My hips lifted on their own accord.

“Oh God, yes.”

“Are you wet?”

I wasn’t much for dirty talk, but if it got him to touch me, I’d become the next best porn star.

“Soaking wet.”

“Good girl.”

His fingers slipped beneath my underwear and teased the top of my pussy. They skirted my clit which felt so swollen with need, I knew the moment any pressure touched there an orgasm would follow. Turner released my nipple and blew his cool breath across it, causing me to shake.

“Too much, Turner.” I felt like my sentences were short and clipped.

He knew I was done. Helping me remove the bit of lace that was in the way, his large fingers made contact with my sex and slipped inside me.

“Jesus, you are soaked,” he groaned in my ear.

I couldn’t say anything else. Words left me and my body was working solely on instinct and feel. He was driving me to pleasure as if he knew my body better than I knew it myself. His fingers made graceful movements back and forth over my clit. He stroked once, twice, three times, and everything went tense. My first orgasm rolled through me like a subtle crashing wave. It came over the top of me and crested, leaving me panting and breathless.

“Hmmm, that was good, but I think you have more in you,” he said, still rubbing the swollen nub.

I took a deep breath and grabbed his wrist to stop his movement. “Hmmm, maybe.”

He wanted a fun and flirtatious side of me, I’d give it to him. Deciding to be the aggressor, I put my other hand on his chest and pushed up to allow me to sit up. Flipping over, he took the same position I was just in and now Turner was on his back. I admired the Adonis like body that was laying beneath me. Others I’d been with hadn’t really taken care of themselves, not quite like he did. Every little inch of him was sculpted and manicured. He was truly a work of art. Men would kill to have his physique and women drooled over it. Tonight, it was mine, and I wanted to touch him everywhere my eyes could see.

“You tortured me a little bit, do you realize this?” I asked, a devilish gleam on my face.

“I might.”

“It wasn’t very nice, Doctor Brooks.”

“I never claimed to be nice.”

“I can see that.”

He quirked his brow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

I licked my lips. “I guess you’ll just have to wait until I show you exactly how ‘nice’ you were to me.”

Taking my pointer finger, I dragged my nail down the middle of his chest, past his belly button, and to the band of his underwear. Opening my palm, I skimmed it over his erection that was so stiff, I don’t know how it didn’t hurt him to be trapped like that. Too bad I wasn’t willing to free it yet. I did the very thing he did to me. I let my fingers wander around the edges of his throbbing cock and down the inside of his thighs. I saw his dick jump from needing to be touched and being neglected. Several rounds of my teasing and he was getting frustrated. A low growl came from his throat.

“Annabelle, you’re testing my resolve.”

I nipped at his bare nipple. “Yeah? What are you going to do about it?”

In less than a second I was flat on my back again, and Turner taken his place on top of me. He took his briefs off and reached for the condom on the night stand.

I smirked. “Want me to do it?”

“No.” I could hear the impatience in this voice.

I wasn’t offended in the least. I knew why he sounded the way that he did, and I didn’t think I had the patience to do the work myself. As he rolled the rubber down his shaft, I looked him over when he got fully naked. His dick was certainly bigger than expected, but the girth was something I briefly wondered if it would hurt. All thoughts disappeared when Turner held his cock in his hand, and was at my entrance. I knew this wasn’t going to take very long for me. My skin was on fire, and he looked like he was ready to take on Mount Everest with that determination.

“Let me know if I hurt you.”

I nodded.

Pushing the head in, I closed my eyes and let myself feel every inch and he slowly sank inside me. It was a tantalizing pleasure that I didn’t want to end, but needed so much more of. When he was seated fully inside, Turner grabbed my hips and lifted them so my butt was no longer on the bed. It allowed for deeper penetration, and his cock rubbed against something inside of me I’d never felt before. A moan tore from my throat.

“You good?”

I opened my eyes and saw the feral look in his. “Yes.”

“Good, cause I’m about to open it up.”

What was he talking about? And then I knew. His slow and steady became a more rhythmic pace that had my body soaring. The tip of his cock was sliding over my G-spot and something huge was forming in my lower stomach. The faster he went the more my breasts bounced, and he watched everything. He was getting off on seeing them move, and my face as it morphed into insatiable pleasure. I needed to come, and I felt like I was standing at the top of a hill with a boulder needing to push it over the edge, but I wasn’t quite there yet.

My nails dug into Turner’s thighs, and sweat glistened across his chest. I knew what I wanted. “Harder,” I demanded.

A groan bubbled out of him. He was holding back his own pleasure, waiting for me to finish with my own. “Yes, ma’am.”

Turner slammed into me, pushing my head back further on the bed. That’s exactly what I’d been waiting for.

“Oh my God, yes.”

“Now, Annabelle.”

An orgasm so intense washed through me and my body felt electrified. I said words that were incoherent to even me, and Turner came forward on his hands, unable to stay on his knees like he had been. I felt him push in as far as he could go and as my orgasm pulsed, his hit him. He said my name into my hair, and his thighs tensed. Turner exhaled loudly, and breathed deep. Wrapping my arms around his wide back. I smoothed the sweat, and comforted his overworked muscles.

“You okay?” He mumbled, clearly too weak to move just yet. It made me smile.

“I’m more than okay.”

He grunted, and I Iaughed.

“Woman, no,” he scolded.

“What?”

“You squeeze when you laugh like that. I can’t handle it.”

Oh. I wanted to giggle over the sheer silliness that he felt that sensitive, but honestly if he started to move, I’d probably roll into another small orgasm. We stayed quiet for a while, listening to each other breathe, and taking in what we’d just done. My eyes were heavy. Eventually, he rolled off of me, and he stood walking to the bathroom. The light illuminated the room, and I watched as he took the used condom off and tossed it in the trash. When he came back to the bed, he lay down beside me and pulled me into him. I was never one for cuddling, but this was nice. I felt safe here. It was a good spot.

“Thank you for sharing things with me today. I know it wasn’t easy, but I needed you to let me in, Annabelle.”

He was right. I did. There was no judgement when I told him about the baby and my parents, just an open mind and understanding.

“You’re welcome.”

“Close your eyes, sweet girl. I know you’re exhausted.”

I sank further into him, his arm resting on my hip and my head on his chest. “Hmmmm, I am.”

As I let sleep take me, I told myself, this night was going to go down as one of the best nights of my life. Happiness consumed me, and I was feeling untouchable. No fear. This was how one should live.