“Are you always this impatient?” she teased, clasping the silky looking cups against her skin.
“Pretty much. You’ll get used to it.”
She laughed and dropped her head back. When she brought her eyes back to mine, they were glowing. Alive with fire and lust and desire.
She dropped the bra and I stifled a groan.
Fuck, she was even sexier than I’d imagined in my head.
Which was a rare thing.
Her breasts were perfect tear drops with perky, pink nipples that I couldn’t wait to wrap my tongue around. Her waist flared out in a gentle, sloping curve, and when her fingers unzipped her jeans, I sucked in a breath and didn’t release it until she was shimmying her jeans down to her feet.
She kicked out of her flats and the jeans and straightened, shaking her hips to the music in her head. Her panties were much more risqué than her bra. A band of dark lace wrapped around, low on her hips, and when she spun around, it went down the crack of her beautiful round ass, giving me a dizzying view. The lace was dark, but I’d have been willing to bet she was wet and ready.
“Come here,” I said, my voice low, as I reached out my good arm for her.
She strutted forward in tantalizing slow motion, her hips rocking back and forth with each step, and she stopped a few inches from my slightly parted knees. I spread my legs open wide and tugged at her bare hips to get her as close as possible. Her eyes went wide when she dropped them to my raging hard-on.
I dipped a finger down her stomach and toyed with the waist of her panties. Gemma sucked in a breath and I pushed past the thin layer to discover that I’d been right.
She was dripping.
“Fuck,” I whispered under my breath, running my finger over her smooth, wet pussy lips.
She shuddered at my touch and I needed more. I hooked my fingers on the panties and pulled them down her legs. She assisted at the end and stepped out of them, leaving herself vulnerable and naked before me. “Gemma, you are perfection.”
As I stared at her, I almost didn’t know where to start. Every inch of her was tempting and calling out to me, begging for attention.
I ran my fingers back up her body and teased her hard nipple, waiting until she moaned before sucking it into my mouth. I licked, sucked, and nibbled the delicate skin until her hips were rolling again. “Aaron,” she breathed, dropping her head back, her eyes closed.
I grabbed her hips, spun her around, and scooted myself to the edge of my seat. She ground her ass against my hard cock and I used my good hand to continue teasing her tits. “You have no idea how much I want you,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper in her ear.
“I think I have an idea,” she said with a giggle, grinding harder against my cock.
I chuckled and dropped my hand down her stomach. Her giggle turned to a gasp when my fingers slipped between her wet folds and teased her clit. “Oh, God.”
“Fuck, you’re so wet.”
She nodded and her hair hung down, tickling my face as I kissed a trail up her spine while my fingers worked and teased her. “I think,” I paused, dropping another open mouthed kiss to her soft skin, “we need to take this to my office.”
“Mmm. I like the sound of that.”
If I were in full force, I would have scooped her into my arms and carried her down the hall. But, with a busted arm and a still healing hole in my side, it was out of the question. And I knew that as my doctor, Gemma wouldn’t even allow me to try.
Even though it would’ve been sexy as sin.
I wrapped myself behind her and nudged her forward, teasing her titties and kissing on the back of her neck as we took short, shuffled steps, toward the back of the warehouse where my office was located.
Once inside, I shut and locked the door and turned to find Gemma positioned enticingly on the couch against the wall. When my eyes trailed down her body, she spread her thighs, revealing her beautiful wet pussy to me and I damn near lost it right there at the doorway.
I crossed to her and my lips crushed against hers. I touched as much of her as I could, running my good hand up and down her body, committing every inch to memory. We became a tangled mess of limbs, lips, and groans of pleasure as we each tried to drive the other insane.
When Gemma’s hand ran up along the edge of my bandaged side, she stopped cold. “Are you…okay?”
“Yeah.” She gave me a stern, don’t fuck with me look. “Gemma, I’m fine. I promise.” I nipped at the side of her neck with my teeth and then ran my tongue over the spot and she melted back into me.