A smile spread across my lips. “But I was a nurse. I wasn’t looking at you that way. And,” she drawled, “I didn’t get to see everything.”
My eyes darted down to his crotch.
Lies, lies, lies. I couldn’t tell you how many cold showers I had taken after I had given Roc a bath. The man was built like a Greek god. He was the perfect form of the male specimen.
“Right,” he drawled. His fingers hitched up the hem of my shirt. “Since you’re a doctor, then you won’t mind if I take a peek at what’s under here.”
He pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor with his.
“I guess it is only fair.”
His fingers hooked the straps of my bra and tugged them down my shoulders. His hands delved into the cups, and the warmth of his palms surrounded me.
My hands went to the button of my jeans, and I popped them open. I lowered the zipper and worked them down my hips while his mouth and hands explored my breasts.
“You’re fucking perfect, Mave.”
I sighed at the wet warmth of his mouth over my nipple and bucked my hips.
His hand snaked down my body and covered my mound. “I’m never going to get tired of this. Your body beneath mine. Yielding and giving yourself to me.”
I shimmied my pants and underwear the rest of the way off. “Good, because I have no plans of going anywhere for a very long time.”
His fingers parted the lips of my pussy and honed in on my clit. He stroked me there, building my desire while my fingers ran over his back. “I, uh, hate to rush this,” I gasped, “but if you want to get right to it, I am mo—”
My eyes slammed shut, and I lost my breath.
“Feel good, Doc?” he growled.
Good? This was the best thing I had ever felt. “It’s okay,” I whispered.
“Just okay?”
He doubled his efforts, and I realized I was wrong when I had thought earlier it was the best thing I had ever felt. This was better, and I had a feeling it was just going to keep getting better.
His finger moved faster, my hips bucked up into his hand, and his mouth covered my nipple. My orgasm washed over me as he kept licking, flicking, and feeling.
“Roc, oh God, please.” I gasped for air, almost feeling as if this was too much but knew I needed more. “I need you inside me.”
At my words, a growl ripped from his lips, and he jackknifed up. He ripped his underwear down his legs, and his dick that I hadn’t been able to glimpse when I gave him baths was now long, hard, and dripping with precum.
Whoa, boy.
“Condom?” he growled.
I reached blindly into my nightstand, afraid to take my eyes off him in case he would disappear. I ripped it open with my teeth and roughly dragged it down his cock.
“Fucking shit,” he bit off. He hooked his hands in the crook of my knees and spread me wide. He slammed into me, and my fleeting orgasm from his hand started building again as he thrust in and out.
I reached up, dragging my nails down his chest. “Yes, God, please.”
He grunted my name, and his hand slipped over my body, brushed against my breast and then cupped my cheek. He pressed his thumb against my lips, and I opened my mouth to suck on the pad of his thumb.
“So fucking good,” he growled.
I hooked my leg around his waist, tipping my hips up, and he plunged deeper. “Harder, Roc. Harder,” I moaned.
I was close to coming again. I was close to exploding around his hard cock.
I bit down on the fleshy pad of his thumb, and his eyes heated with desire. He held my gaze as he plunged deep, and the world shattered around him.
He groaned my name, his release pouring into me. Desire rolled over me, and I knew that I would never be the same after this.
Roc had ruined me for any other man, and I didn’t even care.
I was Roc’s, and nothing was ever going to change that.
*
Roc
Her warm, satisfied body curled around me, and she ran her fingers through my hair. “Can we do that again?”
“We can do that as many times as you want, Doc.”
She sighed. “Is it weird that I like when you call me that?”
“No, because I like calling you it.”
We laid there, our hands roaming over each other.
“Gotta admit, Doc, I didn’t think what we just did was going to happen when you left.”
“Neither did I,” she whispered.
I pressed her back into the bed and looked down at her. “Then what made you give me a second chance?”
Her eyes connected with mine. “Honestly?”
I nodded.
“You seemed different. You’re rough around the edges and sometimes say things without thinking about them, but that’s who you are. You know what you want, and I could tell that you don’t let anything stand in your way.”
“Most people find that intimidating.” I chuckled. Hell, that was why most people hated me.
“Not me,” she whispered. She swirled her fingers over my chest. “I like that. A lot.”
“Thank God.”
Mave was the perfect woman. She was made for me and I thanked God I had found her. It may have taken fifty-one years but she was finally in my arms.
“So, what made you decide to send me gorgeous flowers and a stuffed animal aquarium?” she laughed.
“Knew I had something special and let it slip through my fingers. Had to do everything I could to get it back.”
“All it took was a whale, dolphin, and sea otter.”
A smile spread across my lips. “I didn't know how easy it was going to be to get you back. Tomorrow a walrus, seahorse, and beluga whale are being delivered.”
“Roc!” Mave slapped me on the chest. “You really thought it was going to take all of that to get me back?”
I brushed her hair from her face. “I wasn’t willing to risk it, Doc.”
She settled against me and sighed. “Well, you’re crazy, but it’s pretty damn romantic.”
“That’s me, Mr. Romantic.”
She hummed and tipped her head back to look up at me. “So what now? What do you want?”
I leaned in ‘til my lips were a breath away from hers. “Plain and simple. I. Want. You.”
*
Chapter Twenty-Six
Mave
“Come to the race with me.”
I shook my head. “I have to work Friday, Roc.”
“Call in.” He slathered two pieces of toast with jelly and handed one to me.
“As much as I would like to, I can’t.” I took a bite of the sticky toast.
“Then fly in when you get off of work.”
Jelly dripped onto my thumb, and I licked it off. “You really want me there, huh?”
He shrugged and twisted the lid back on the jar of jelly. “Thought it would be pretty cool to be doing something I love with someone I love there with me.”
“You can’t use that word. I told you that.”
Roc had dropped the “L” word on me two days after we had made up, and I told him to knock it off. There was no way he could love me already. I wouldn’t be that lucky.
“Just gonna keep saying it until you believe it.”