My dick hardened at the sexy little sound that escaped her lips. Fuck, she was hot. I didn’t know being with the same woman over and over again could be this good. I didn’t know she could keep surprising me. I didn’t know that I could be more turned on now than I was the first time I fucked her.
“So, are you going to do what I tell you to do?” I bit her bottom lip.
She nodded.
I kissed her stomach and settled between her legs. This was my favorite slice of heaven. I licked up one side of her folds and down the other, bowing her off the bed.
She tried to press her knees together against my head, but I gripped under her ass and pulled her quickly to my tongue, plunging it to the deepest part of her core. She rocked into me, her hips wild with passion. Her hands were in my hair, then tugging on her breasts. As I pumped in and out of her with my tongue, I felt her rhythm turn desperate.
“Oh, Wes. Oh God.” She writhed and cried as I sucked hard on her clit. I lifted her ass higher in the air, twisting my tongue against her entrance. She was vibrating and pulsing. I knew I had taken her to the edge; just one nip at her clit and she would spill over the side. I tugged against it with my teeth and her orgasm exploded through her body.
“Wes, I-I—” She twisted and turned, grinding harder against my mouth. And then I heard the words. “Oh, God. I love you.”
24
Lennon
My body was fluttering with an incredible orgasm, but I looked down, horrified at what I had just said. I wasn’t supposed to tell him I loved him before he walked out the door for the Super Bowl. Shit. Double double shit.
He kissed the inside of my thigh and sat up.
“I-I—” I scampered to a seated position, trying to think of how to take it back. “It was a heat of the moment thing. God, it just came out.”
“You love me?” His eyes hardened.
I nodded. “I do.” I held up my palms. “But it doesn’t change anything. You don’t have to say it.”
He reached behind me, drawing me into his lap, and kissed me. I could taste myself on his lips, and it was more of a turn on knowing what he had just done to my body.
“I love you, Doc.”
I pushed off of him. “What?”
“I’ve never said it before. But hell. Yeah, I love you. Every part of you. I love this. What we have.”
“Oh my God. I do too. All of it.”
His phone started ringing. “Shit, that’s the car for me.”
“Now you have to leave? After that?” My body and my heart were singing with heat and desire for him like I’d never felt. I wanted to wrap myself up in his arms. I wanted him to fuck me until we couldn’t breathe. I wanted mind-blowing emotional sex that we’d never forget. Wes Blakefield just said the L word.
“Yeah.” He smiled devilishly. “Gotta go. But I’ll see you Friday?”
“Completely unfair.” I pouted. It was as if he had planned it all along. Drop this huge emotional bomb on me and then walk out the door.
He leaned down to kiss me. “But think how awesome Friday will be.” He waggled his eyebrows.
He left me naked on his bed as he headed off to become a Super Bowl champion.
All week I kept the TV on the sports channel. I couldn’t get enough coverage about Wes or the predictions for the Wranglers. He was everywhere. In every commercial. On every talk show. He was the Super Bowl’s golden boy.
We texted when we could. I sent messages in between surgeries, and he sent me dirty promises of what to expect when I arrived Friday night.
I shoved my phone in my pocket when I saw Dr. Evans walk around the corner.
“Dr. Ashworth, ready for your trip?”
By now the entire hospital knew I was dating Wes. The press hounded us every time we left the apartment. I still didn’t know the names of the people I worked with, but they all knew mine.