Chapter Fifteen
Kian’s mind went blank as he pushed Roxie against the wall in the private on-call room. It was dark as midnight, and the only sounds were the rapid breaths escaping them. He was so hard and thick, he feared he’d explode from just the feeling of his clothed erection against her backside.
“Are you playing games, Roxie?” he asked, his voice low and guttural. “I know how to play, too,” he insisted. He had the front of her body pressed against the wall, his own body acting as a cage behind her. Reaching up, he stroked a finger along the curve of her jaw and felt her tense beneath his touch.
She wasn’t in any way repulsed by him. She was just as turned on as he was, and she was running. It was exactly what he should do. He had no business dragging her into this room. There was too much between them, too much lost. And their one night together already hadn’t fixed things.
Even knowing he should let her go, he wrapped his fingers in her hair and pulled her head to the side as he descended, his lips soothing her skin before his teeth sank into her flesh, his tongue wiping away the sting.
Moving his mouth up the sweet curve of her neck, he traced the outline of her ear and whispered, “Do you want me, Roxie? Do you want this ache soothed?”
A shudder racked through her body as she tensed beneath his hold. He could feel the erratic beat of her heart as it pulsed against his lips while he sucked on her neck, growing harder by the second with the need to claim her.
Never could he have forgotten how it felt when he was buried deep within her, but even after four years, his hunger had been woken up a month ago, and now he wanted more and more. He’d once taken her in every position, in every fantasy come to life, but never at the hospital. He wanted her here, where he worked, where he could walk past this room and grow hard just thinking about it. This should be the opposite of what he wanted, but he had to have her. If she denied him now, he might not be able to walk from this building, he’d be in so much pain.
“Our passion could break us. It was always so consuming, so hot,” he said, enjoying the shudder that passed through her responsive body. She couldn’t hide how she felt, no matter what she said, but Kian wouldn’t take her without her permission. She had to ask for it, had to admit she wanted him, too. Her silence wasn’t enough consent.
“Do you want to break with me, Roxie? Tell me,” he demanded as he pressed his thickness against her. “Don’t deny us this.” His voice was urgent, his need overwhelming. He didn’t care about anything else in the world at this moment; he just had to have her.
He sucked on her neck again, his hands rubbing down her sides. She squirmed against him, but he stopped waiting to hear her consent before he gave them what they wanted. He didn’t move, but his grip was loose enough for her to get away. It was hell while he waited for her decision. She pushed her backside against him and caused him even more pain, but he didn’t respond. It felt like an eternity as he waited, his hot breath caressing the smoothness of her throat.
“Yes,” she whispered so quietly he could barely hear her. Joy filled him, but he wanted more. He wanted her pleading with him.
She would beg, he decided. His hands roamed her body, sweeping across her covered skin with precise movements to make her whimper in pleasure and desire. His touch was sure, filled with purpose, and everywhere he touched responded. He peeled her clothes away, needing her naked and panting.
She lifted her arms as he tugged off her shirt and bra. He wanted the light on, wanted to see her flesh, but he wasn’t going to do anything that might break this moment, that might wake them both up to the reality of what they were doing. He touched every beautiful inch of her as he stripped away the barriers keeping him away from her hot flesh.
Soon she was naked, her body ripe and ready for him. He wanted to touch her all over. “What do you want?” he asked, his voice guttural, barely recognizable. His pants were still on, though he wrenched his shirt off. If he stripped that final barrier, he might take her too fast, end this too quickly.
She shook before him and answered. “Everywhere. Just touch me,” she begged, her words barely a whisper.
“Hmm,” he said, his lips rumbling against her skin as he sucked on her neck before turning her so her back was now against the wall. He filled his palms with the sweet weight of her breasts, her nipples hard against his palms. “Perfect,” he said in utter reverence.
He’d once memorized her perfect body, and touching her again brought those memories to the surface. She was just how he remembered her, sweet and lush and full of fire, her skin so hot to the touch he was surely getting burned.
Once again, Kian turned her and pressed his hardness against her sweet backside while he cupped her breasts, rubbing the nipples between his fingers, causing her to cry out.
“Yes, let me know how you’re feeling,” he said, the sound of her desire almost more than he could take.
She bit her lip and groaned, trying to suppress the sound.
“Don’t hold back. I want to hear you,” he demanded. He was losing more control by the second. The longer he had her in his arms, the more fried his brain became. He desperately wanted to see the look in her eyes while he squeezed her chest and she whimpered beneath his touch. But the lights were too bright in here, and he had no doubt it would kill the mood. He wasn’t taking the risk.
He squeezed her nipples again, and she cried out, this time louder. Yes! He wanted to own her total loss of control. He didn’t care if they were at the hospital; he didn’t care if someone passed by the door. He was out of his mind with lust, and he wanted her right there with him.
“Your body is amazing,” he told her. “So soft in all the right places, so firm in others. Perfection. You are utter perfection,” he said with a reverence he’d never felt with another soul. “Only you, Roxie, only you are this perfect.” Maybe he was giving this woman too much power, but at this moment, he didn’t care.
“Only you, Kian,” she said, her voice breaking, her body his—only his.
Roxie panted as he pressed his fingers more tightly over her nipples, squeezing them hard before he tugged; a whimper escaped her. It was just enough pressure to give the slightest pull of pain, with mind-boggling amounts of pleasure to follow.
She squirmed beneath him, and he could practically taste her orgasm in the air. Only he knew how to touch her, knew every nuance of how she responded to him, knew the moment her pleasure neared. He’d brought her to the brink of pleasure too many times not to know how to do it before backing off, building her explosions to molten levels.
“Please, Kian, please,” she begged. She was losing control more and more. He wouldn’t please her until she let go all the way. He wanted to own her, at least for this moment, and nothing less would be acceptable.
Needing to see her, Kian remembered the yellow corner light, and he turned her around, giving her body a shove that made her fall to the bed. She gasped as her hot body came into contact with the cold, sterile blanket. Kian stepped to the lamp and hit the switch, then turned to find her sprawled out on the bed, her legs wide, her eyes huge, her mouth panting.
“Damn,” he said, his voice choked, his body pulsing. His erection hurt as it pressed against the silk of his underwear and tented out against his scrubs. He reached for himself and squeezed, trying to relieve some of the pressure. It didn’t help.
“Spread wider,” he demanded. He wanted to look at her beauty. “Wider,” he told her, his tone harsh in his excitement. “I want to look at where I’m about to bury myself.”
He glanced at her eyes, at the utter pleasure in them, and nearly ripped off his pants and sank into her right then and there. Playtime was just about over. But Roxie always had enjoyed him making her hot and bothered before they connected. He didn’t want to displease her now.
Roxie planted her feet on the bed and spread her legs wide open, her stomach quivering as she gripped the cool blanket beneath her. Her confidence in her smoldering body nearly made him come in his pants. He was afraid to take a step closer, afraid he was about to lose control.
With a strength he hadn’t known possible, Kian crawled onto the bed and braced himself above her, leaning down and rubbing his tongue across one sweet nipple before kissing a path across her luscious mound and swiping his tongue over the other one. He moved from nipple to nipple, licking and sucking until she buried her fingers in his hair and pulled hard.
“Do you want my mouth all over you?” he asked.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she begged, her fingers tightening in his hair.
He wanted the same. He trailed his lips down the soft curve of her stomach, his tongue dipping into her navel before he moved lower. The bed was too small, so he slid from it as he grabbed her hips and tugged her along with him, positioning her beautiful opening in front of his mouth.
The first taste of her heat had him nearly crying. She was so hot and wet, he was quickly losing his mind. He pushed her quivering thighs farther apart as he leaned in and sucked her hot flesh.
Kian gazed up Roxie’s quivering body, and their eyes met. Hers were nearly delirious in her pleasure, and he felt his tongue slip from his mouth and coat her taste over his lips, which she seemed to like as her entire body jerked from the bed. Slowly, keeping his eyes connected with hers, he leaned forward and ran his tongue along her hot slit, sliding it in a circle across her most sensitive bundle.
She twisted her head, breaking the hold he had on her eyes as she called out her pleasure and demanded more. She was on fire, and he felt the heat scorching him. Electricity sizzled through his own flesh, all stopping and pulsing in one place that demanded he finish this.
Slipping his fingers inside her tight heat, he sucked on her flesh again, feeling her begin to tighten beneath his expert touch. He knew what she needed, what she wanted, and what she didn’t even know she desired. He knew all of this about her, and she’d still left him. That thought made him clamp his mouth around her bundle and suck hard, causing her to scream as she neared completion.
Anger and pleasure rode side by side inside him, making him have something to prove. She was his, had always been his, and he was more than determined to prove why. He’d been the first to take her, and something primal was overriding his normal senses.
He added two fingers and pumped them inside her body as she said his name over and over again. She screamed as he lapped up her release, but he didn’t relent. He wanted it all; he wanted her too sated to ever fight him again. She was his, and he owned her pleasure.
“I . . . I can’t,” she cried out as he sucked her flesh, pumping in and out of her.
“Give me your pleasure,” he demanded when he let go of her flesh long enough to speak. She cried out again when his lips clamped over her quivering mound again and his tongue lapped at the sensitive spot.
She writhed on the bed beneath him and then cried out as her core clamped hard and fast over his fingers, making it difficult for him to move them within her. She whimpered as he kept going, kept giving and giving until she couldn’t possibly take another second.
Roxie whimpered and tried to pull from him, her body too sensitive. Kian wouldn’t let her go, holding on to her thigh as he tasted her over and over again. He’d never get enough of her taste, never be done with her. This was far from over.
He took his time tormenting her, building her pleasure again until he was nearly out of his mind. And then he couldn’t take it another second. He had to be buried inside her.
At this moment, he was grateful there were condoms in the room. A lot of people used this space, which was why they had fresh linens you had to change the beds with when you were done. He’d never before used it, but he was grateful now.
Reaching into a small drawer, he pulled out protection and quickly slid it on, never taking his eyes from Roxie as she twisted on the bed, seeking out his touch, her legs still wide open, her body knowing it needed the ultimate fulfillment of him buried deep inside her.
Kian wouldn’t disappoint her. He pushed her back on the bed and climbed over the top of her, lining their bodies up perfectly. Her face was damp and flushed, her hair wet with her hot pleasure. He buried one hand in her hair, and the other gripped her hip as he positioned her perfectly.
He was too out of his mind to make this slow and sweet. “Look at me,” he demanded, and her eyes slowly lifted open.
Kian pushed forward, burying himself deep within her heat, making her eyes flash the rest of the way open as she gaped at him in awe and wonder. It was the same look she’d given him the first time he’d buried himself deep within her. Then, there’d also been a flash of pain, but she’d slowly adjusted to his girth, and then it had all been about pleasure. So much pleasure.
The next day when he’d seen her walking funny, he’d been concerned. She’d turned shades of red he hadn’t known were possible, and he hadn’t left her alone until she’d explained what was wrong. She’d told him she was sore from the sex. Pride had filtered through him as he realized he’d pleasured her so deeply, she’d been marked. He wanted to mark her again, make sure when she walked away, her body screamed his name.
Kian was nearly delirious as he moved faster, his body pounding into hers as he said her name, as he looked at her flushed face, as he leaned down and ran his tongue over her swollen bottom lip she’d been biting.
Then, with a gentleness he didn’t think possible, he closed his lips over hers. He moved them, firm and demanding and then gentle and soothing. He told her without words what she had meant to him, and the hold she’d always had over him. He was hers in this moment as much as she was his, and this one woman had the power to destroy him. He hated her a little for that, and he loved her, too, but it wasn’t something he’d admit.
He could have her body anytime he wanted. That knowledge was heady in its intensity, and it made him lose the last grip of control he had. His lips clamped over hers as he possessed her mouth and her core.
He drove inside her over and over again until she shattered, until her body gripped him without yield. And then he let go with her, each of their cries consumed by the other as they shook in each other’s arms. The orgasm went on for an endless time, and Kian felt close to passing out when the last of his pleasure faded.
He sank against her scorching flesh, his face buried against her neck. Their breathing was erratic and harsh in the quiet room. It was a perfect moment in time before the storm of reality could hit them.
Both of them dozed in and out of consciousness for the next few moments, and then Kian felt her squirm beneath him. He knew his weight was too much for her to take for long. He shifted over to his side, his hand drifting against her hot flesh.
She squirmed beside him, then placed her hand against his. He felt more than heard her intake of breath, as if she was trying to come up with the right words to say. He was silent, deciding he wasn’t going to help her worm her way out of this. She’d wanted it as much as he had.
“Kian?” she said, his name coming out a question.
“I would hope you know the name of the man you just got done having sex with,” he said with humor.
“Of course I know it’s you.” She sounded slightly irritated. “I was just trying to find the right words, and you’ve helped me,” she added.
“Oh, really. What are the right words?” he asked. He was too sated to care about whatever complaint she planned on making.
“I’m not going to pretend I didn’t want that,” she began, and he chuckled, feeling her tense beside him as she sat up and jumped from the bed as she searched for her clothes. He didn’t move much, just enough to watch as she struggled with untangling her clothes so she could put them on. Her hands were shaking, so she was having trouble.
“I wouldn’t think you’d deny it. You were pretty involved,” he said, chuckling more when her eyes flashed fire at him. “Need some help with the clothes?” She didn’t seem pleased with his offer, but he thought he was being quite the gentleman.
“I’ve got it,” she said. She finally got her pants fixed and slipped them on—minus underwear. That had him all hot and bothered again, his body firming back up. She didn’t miss that, and he enjoyed her sharp intake of breath.
“You’re an animal,” she muttered, but she ripped her gaze away from him. He lay there on his back as he eyed her lazily.
“If I were truly an animal, I’d jump up and mount you,” he threatened. That thought had him all the way hard again. He’d have no problem bringing them both to satisfaction again.
“As I was saying, I’m not going to deny I wanted that, but it won’t happen again,” she said through clenched teeth, but he noticed her looking at his erection from the corner of her eye, so he reached down and grabbed himself, slowly stroking his fingers up and down his thickness as he gazed at her chest. She was beginning to breathe heavily again, but much to his disappointment, she threw on her bra and shirt. He continued stroking his thickness from base to tip as he stared at her.
She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, then closed it again and went silent. Then she moved to the door.
“Can you go ahead and lock the door? I’m not quite finished with the room,” he said when she reached for the knob.
Her body stiffened, but then she opened the door and slammed it shut, not locking it. Kian knew he could get ticked, knew he could choose how to react. He chose to chuckle. The two of them were nowhere near finished with each other. He just wasn’t exactly sure what that meant.
Now that she was gone, he had zero desire to keep touching himself. He let go and cursed a little when his swollen flesh stayed hard. He’d just had a mind-numbing orgasm. He should be good for at least a few hours. Damn woman. He always had been insatiable when it came to her. He’d have to figure out a way to seduce her again or live with a constant arousal. That wouldn’t do him or his patients any good.
He got up and saw a flash of red just under the bed. Stooping down, he found her delicate panties, and his grin couldn’t have gotten any bigger as he reached down and picked them up. He quickly dressed and threw them in his pocket, glad he was off shift now. It certainly wouldn’t be sanitary for him to carry dirty underwear around to his patients’ rooms. And he wasn’t willing to toss them.
Kian left the on-call room in a hell of a good mood. He didn’t even notice when he passed by the nurses’ station and stopped the young girl at the desk from what she’d been doing. His happiness was contagious, and it was enough radiation to affect the entire floor as he continued walking.
If only every moment in life could be this perfect. He didn’t need to think like that, though. He decided to just enjoy each piece of time as it happened. Kian left, a little disappointed when he didn’t run into Roxie in the parking lot. He somehow doubted she was going to show up for their lunch meeting.
That was perfectly okay. He’d had a much more enjoyable meeting with her in the on-call room than he would’ve had in a crowded café. Kian figured he’d be smiling for a long time to come.