She wouldn’t look at me. “Because of last night. We probably reinjured your hand. I-I wasn’t thinking about what we were doing .”
I almost spit out my beer. “You think you hurt my hand? Believe me, I wasn’t feeling any pain.” I grinned .
“I’m being serious. It was wrong on a lot of levels. I should have been more careful about your injury .”
“Hey, you didn’t hurt my hand.” I wanted to kiss the sad look off her face. “Your kind of house call was what every patient needs .”
“Well, it’s not happening again.” She folded her arms across her chest. “This shows me how reckless it was. Having sex with a post-surgery patient was irresponsible of me .”
“Not happening again? You sure about that?” She had thrown a challenge flag, whether she knew it or not. And Wes Blakefield never backed down from a challenge .
“I’m completely sure.” Her lips thinned into a straight line .
I looked at the screen and then at Lennon. “It’s halftime, and I’m feeling like I need the kind of medicine only you can give me .”
She scooted away from me on the couch. “Well, you’re not getting it .”
“Oh, I think I am.” I snagged the top of the boxers she was wearing and slid them over her hips. They were loose on her thin body and easy to discard .
“What are you doing ?”
“Medicine,” I growled against her stomach .
She squirmed under me. “This can’t…” I kissed her navel and sucked along her hipbone .
I moved back on my heels and looked down at her. “Pull that jersey up just over your tits .”
Her fingers tucked underneath the fabric and she dragged the hem over her breasts, rubbing her erect nipples as it grazed over them. I pulled the boxers off her ankles. Her chest heaved, and her eyes glazed over with lust .
“Now I want you to make yourself come .”
She shook her head. “I can’t do that in front of you,” she whispered .
I grabbed her hand, edging it over her stomach until her fingers sank between her slit. She bucked as I slid them against her clit and then brought them to my lips. I sucked the sweetness from her fingers and watched her sigh as I returned her fingers to her folds. I let go of her wrist .
“I promise you’ll enjoy it.” My dick was so hard I wanted to slam into her and fuck her until we both couldn’t talk, but watching her fingers slide between her legs as she fought the temptations coursing through her was such a turn on .
Her pace quickened, and I could see her thighs begin to tremble and her lips quiver .
“Wes, I’m going to …”
She didn’t need to say another word. I buried my head between her legs and sucked hard as the juices flowed from her. My tongue twisted inside her as I flicked over her clit .
She screamed my name, bowing off the couch, but I didn’t stop. I licked and lapped, greedy for every drip of her. Every bit of sweet essence. I felt her hands in my hair and her hips rocking upward. Her walls clenching around me as a second orgasm hit her with powerful thrusts from my tongue .
“I can’t.” Her hand moved back and forth. “It’s too much .”
“It’s not enough,” I growled, clamping down on her clit .
Her hands coasted over her body, rubbing her breasts, wrapping around her waist, pulling her knees wider. She was lost to me. I kissed her sweet, swollen entrance as the last waves of the orgasm rolled through her, and sat up to see her gaze .
I pushed the athletic pants down my thighs, positioning my cock against her slick heat .
“Now.” She nodded. “If you don’t fuck me now, I’m going to explode .”
I pushed slowly, reveling in every inch of her tight heat. Taking in how she gripped me, pulsed around me. And then I lost control. I wanted to own this woman. I wanted to make her mine in every way possible. She was irresistible. Her smart mouth. Her beautiful eyes. Her sexy legs. And the sweetest slice of heaven I’d ever tasted. I slammed into her again .
“You’re mine, Doc,” I growled. The need to possess her was powerful. My cock was so buried in her, all I could think about was how to make her scream my name over and over. How to make her come. How to claim her. How to worship her body with pleasure and heat. How I never wanted her to leave .