Chapter 14

Elizabeth

"Come on." He got out when we reached his house and walked around to my side of the car, reaching for my hand as I got out.

My legs were weak from being overly-stimulated, but I managed to get into the house and reached for him as he closed the door and pulled me against him, pressing me tightly to the wall and leaning down to press his hot mouth to mine. One hand slid along my cheek as the other ran from the side of my waist up to cup my breast. He squeezed softly as I panted against his lips.

"So beautiful. Watching you in the car was a fantasy I thought I would only get to see in my mind." He nipped at my lips. "My turn."

"Wait. I'm not sure that I'm ready for that." I pressed at his chest softly, not wanting him to go anywhere, but needing to help him understand that I'd had plain vanilla sex a handful of times. I was nervous and inexperienced. Where most people might think to play it off, I was about to get caught in something awkward that I wasn't comfortable with.

"I'm ready. That was the agreement, right?" He pressed his forehead to mine and locked eyes with me, stealing my breath. "What I want. When I want it. Where I want it."

"Right." I dug my fingers into his side and pulled him down for another long kiss. His tongue brushed by mine, and I sucked softly as he undulated his hips and rocked against me. The memory of having him take control of me while I licked and sucked at him in the car played with me, daring me to step off the secure path I'd made for myself and fall into him - whatever that meant.

"You'll love it. Half of my pleasure is going to be simply hearing yours." He slid his hands over my hips and down to cup my ass as he licked at the side of my throat. His breath was hot as he hovered just above my ear. "Turn around and let me take your dress off."

I nodded and pushed at his chest before turning and trying to figure out what to do with my hands. I felt so inadequate, so far out of my league, but he was working to pull me back with his words, his touch, his need.

"You have no clue how powerful you are." He unzipped the dress and ran his fingers over my shoulders, forcing it to fall. My tiny black panties weren't nearly enough to cover my rear, and I wanted to be embarrassed, but I couldn't. He wouldn't let me. "Delicious."

He ran his hands over my hips and back to my ass, massaging it as he pressed his mouth to the back of my shoulder, biting softly.

I cried out and reached back, touching his face and praying like hell that I didn't fall in love with him. He'd made me promise lust, and I figured I could hold tight to that, but just having him pressed against me... I wasn't so sure anymore. It was too fast. Too soon.

"Too much," I mumbled as he moved back and undid my bra, ignoring me.

"Go spread out on my bed just down the hall. I want to see you on my sheets." He smacked my butt softly and stayed there as I stepped over my clothes and walked to his bedroom.

I turned just before going into the room and took a shaky breath. He was working himself out of his shirt as he watched me, his gaze dark and needy. He looked nothing like the kind, hard-working doctor from the E.R. the day before. He had taken on a wicked sex appeal, and I realized why he'd agreed to take me up on the offer. He was intensely sexual, but kept it hidden at work. He needed somewhere to unleash it, and someone to unleash it on.

I stifled a shudder and moved to the bed, crawling up on the dark blue silk sheets. I turned just in time to see him walk into the room.

"Lie on your back, Elizabeth. Stretch out and get comfortable." He moved up and ran his hands over my thighs, his thumbs brushing over my sex rhythmically.

I moaned and closed my eyes, trying to calm my racing heart. His chest was beautiful, not overly muscled like Parks, but sculpted beautifully. He looked like a man who enjoyed taking care of himself, but had nothing to prove to anyone.

"Open your eyes. I want you to watch me." He ran his hand up the center of my stomach, between my breasts and rested it at the base of my throat. "Memorize the way I fuck you. I want to imagine you thinking about it at the hospital when you shouldn't be."

"You're corrupt." I reached for him, cupping his handsome face and running my thumb over his lips. "I love it."

"Good." He leaned over and licked up the side of my panties, breathing in deep and sending my insides into a frenzy of sorts.

Lust pulled me under a dark wave, and I cried out as he pressed my thighs open and tugged the small black triangle that lay between us away. His tongue pressed against my center, licking in long strokes as I arched my back and wrapped my fingers around his wrist as he pressed me down.

His tongue drove into me, but it wasn't until his teeth brushed over my clit that I almost came off the bed. He chuckled and sank his fingers into me, pumping hard and fast as he sucked at my sensitive skin. His grunts threw me over the edge, and I cried out his name as I came, losing myself in it.

"That's it. Ride it, Elizabeth. Stay with it." He applied pressure deep inside of me and started all over again as I tried to hang on to reality. I had only thought I understood what I was missing with Jackson all those years. I had no clue.

"Fuck," I cried out again as he moved back and tugged me down the bed, gripping my hips tightly.

"I love the way you taste. I'm going to wanna do that in my office soon." He squeezed me before pulling a condom from his slacks and working to get them off.

I moved up to my elbows, needing to see him fully bare. His stomach held the markings of an eight-pack, and the dark hair that ran from just below his belly button to the thick base of his cock was sexy as hell.

"God, you're big." I reached down and stroked him before he put the condom on, not able to wrap my fingers all the way around him. "I'm not sure-"

"Hush. I'll make it fit. The harder it is to get inside of you the more you're going to enjoy it. Just tug those panties off and move up the bed." He glanced up at me as a smile played on his lips. "I had no idea you were my type of girl. I would have bet the opposite."

I moved up, not quite sure what he meant. I was an intellectual. He was as well. That had to be what he was referring to. He moved up to hover just above me, and I took advantage of the moment, running my hands down his sides and up over his strong chest.

"What type of girl?" I lifted my legs and wrapped them around him as he took hold of himself and pressed into me a little. All thought left me, and I pulled at his shoulders, wanting more. Now.

"The type of girl who likes to be fucked." He pressed in harder, and I felt my entire lower half pulse with pleasure as he stretched me. He wasn't going to be able to fit, but him trying to felt so fucking good.

"You think that's me?" I pulled at his shoulders as he thrusted again, driving in farther. I cried out and closed my eyes, lifting my chin to the ceiling as he laid down on top of me and pressed his mouth to the side of my neck, sucking softly.

His hands moved between me and the bed, and he cupped my ass roughly as he drove into me over and over until our hips pressed tightly together.

Soft pants left me, and I couldn't seem to stop moaning as he lifted up and kissed my nose.

"I do think that's you, but let’s find out for sure. Yeah?" He gave me a wicked smile and lifted my knee a little before he started his assault on me again.

"Please?" I mumbled as the first orgasm hit me.

He drove into me harder, and the look on his face that screamed pleasure and fulfillment was far more than I was prepared to handle. I wasn't going to fall in love with him in the future. I was already headed down that dark tunnel, fast.

He moved down my body as he continued to fuck me, licking and sucking at my nipples as he grunted sensually against my damp skin. I ran my hands through his hair and tugged a little here and there, just to hear him growl at me.

His body fit deliciously tight inside mine, his hands greedy and mouth demanding as he moved back up and kissed me until I was dizzy again. He had far too much emotion locked up inside him for me to handle a whole night with him. I didn't seem to have a choice, though.

He moved back and smiled down at me. "Roll over. I want to see your ass while I take you."

"Mmmm..." I rolled onto my stomach and lifted my ass into the air as his fingers bit into my flesh, and he impaled me.

We both cried out, and I let myself go. He wasn't a stranger, but a lover. That decision was made between the two of us to forgo the pleasantries and dive in deep.

I wanted it. Needed it.

And he took it. Over and over and over again.