Mr. Park Lane (The Mister)

“Yes, just us.”

She took a deep breath in and pressed her lips against my chest. “You smell good. But then, you always do.”

I couldn’t help but smile at her comment. I never knew she liked the way I smelled. I couldn’t wait to find out more of what I didn’t know. “Are you a beach person or a city break person?”

“Are you thinking we should go away?”

Now that was a good idea. “Absolutely. Where do you fancy?” I pressed my mouth to her forehead.

“Somewhere we don’t have to wear many clothes.” She began to pull off my shirt.

“Beach then.” As she undressed me, I pictured white sands, over-the-water villas, never-ending sun. And Hartford.

I guided her over to one of the dining room chairs and took a seat, coaxing her to sit facing me, her scrubs still covering too much of her. I unpinned her hair, watching as it tumbled down around her shoulders. Sweeping it away, I pressed my mouth to her neck. I peeled off her top, revealing the smooth, pale curve of her shoulders and her perfect breasts.

I took a breath.

She was lovely.

I pressed my lips onto her skin, wanting to make this moment—the moment before what came next—last as long as possible. She hummed in appreciation, the sound confirming for some deep-rooted part of me that I was with the woman I was made for. She trailed her fingers over my shoulder blades and up into my hair, pulling me close.

“I love you,” she whispered.

Her words were like sunshine; the faded scar of my past dissolved into her warmth. I closed my eyes to take in this moment. I never wanted to forget it. God, how had I thought I might be able to give this woman up?

“I love you.” I pulled her closer until we were chest against chest. I never wanted to let her go.

“I’m not going anywhere. Not ever,” she said, reading my mind.

“I know.” I was sure of it. Sure of her.

I pressed my lips up her neck as she traced her fingers over my collarbone. On a sigh she pulled away and shifted off my lap. She stood and pushed her scrub trousers off before sitting back on my knees.

“I like your penis,” she said, devoted to the truth as ever, as she unzipped my trousers and pulled them down and off.

“I’m glad. I like it too.”

“I’ve seen a lot of them in my time.” She leaned toward me and circled her hand around my shaft, squeezing before pulling her fist upward. “Most of them on dead bodies. You know, in med school and—”

“Hartford, can we put a pin in the dead penis discussion for the moment? It’s disrupting the mood a little.”

She laughed, released my dick and kissed me straight on the lips. “I’m sorry.”

I cupped her face and pulled her toward me for a proper kiss. At the moment, I could count the number of times I’d kissed her. I didn’t want to be able to do that much longer. We knew each other far too well for us not to have kissed an infinite number of times.

She shifted and sat on my lap, opposite me. I closed my eyes at the feel of her slick warmth against my skin. I groaned and grabbed her perfect arse. “You feel so good.”

I grabbed a condom and rolled it on. Our eyes locked and she lifted her weight off me, glancing down as I held my shaft firmly, ready for her. My jaw was tight just at the thought of her lowering herself onto me, and when her wetness enveloped the tip of my dick, I wanted to roar out at the fucking perfect glory of her. She lowered herself slowly onto me as if she were getting used to me.

“It’s a lot, this way,” she said, her breath huffy and her voice a little wild.

I nodded. “Keep going.”

It felt like it took hours for her to sink down onto me, her hot, tight wetness yielding to me finally. I let my head tip back, trying to keep my focus so I didn’t come right there and then.

“You okay?” she asked.

I smoothed my hands up her thighs. “Like you said, it’s a lot.”

She tilted her head and smiled at me. It was a gift she’d given me—the ability to illicit that smile. That I could possibly be part of what made her happy was the best thing I could imagine.

“You’re so sexy,” I said, cupping her arse. I started to encourage her to shift her hips slightly. Each movement fired off intense jolts of pleasure, and I needed to catch my breath.

“You feel so good,” she replied. She was gaining confidence now, her movements growing bolder as she chased more and more sensation. Her breasts pressed against my chest and flickers of memories of picking her up from the airport crossed my mind. Had I known then that this was where we’d end up? That fizz of shock when I’d seen her, the way her smile had warmed something in me that I hadn’t known was cold. Maybe part of me always knew it could be this good between us.