Gifted Connections 2

I snapped out of it.

I looked up and saw Noah standing above Amy, shaking with concentration. I stepped forward and grabbed his other hand. I closed my eyes and focused on his gift, focused on mine. I could feel the air from the vent caress our skin. My senses heightened acutely. I focused on pushing out the healing warmth from our hands. I felt the vein, that the ball had severed, close. I felt her blood continue to flow through the fixed vein. I imagined her skin stitching back up now that we knew that she was healed from within.

When the feeling left, I opened my eyes. I looked at Noah and smiled. “One down, eleven more to go,” I said softly.

“Are you sure?” Noah said hesitantly. “We can wait until you’re ready.”

I nodded. “I am. I’m ready.” All I could remember is Pam’s face earlier. How did I expect her to fight her demons and find her strength from within while I hid from mine?

By the time we were done with our last patient, I was hungry, tired, and straining.

“Let’s go take a shower,” Noah said as he looked down at our scrubs. We had to change them with each new patient, but a feeling of uncleanliness still clung to us.

“Together?” I asked suggestively as I looked down at my watch. We had 30 minutes before we had to get Ella, Patrick, and Nadia. We were going to take them tonight for the Karn’s date night, so they could take our brood tomorrow night.

He grabbed me by the waist and pulled my body up against his. I could feel his arousal pushing against my stomach. “Seriously?” he asked with a wicked grin.

“Seriously,” I wiggled against him. “Now.” I demanded.

I didn’t have to tell him twice before we were making our ways through the halls and up to a floor I had never been on. He pulled me down the hall into another office.

“Dad shouldn’t be back for a while,” he muttered before he started pulling my clothes off my body.

I impatiently started to try and remove his clothing. “You still need to dance for me one day,” I muttered as I ran my hands over his bare shoulders, down his arms, over his chest and his abs. He pulled away from me before I could pull down his pants and grab his manhood.

He pulled me into the bathroom, shut the door. He pushed me down on the closed toilet lid. “How ‘bout now,” he muttered. He pulled his phone from somewhere and soon the song Pony from Ginuwine played through it.

“I don’t know if I can wait,” I know I sounded whiny and needy, but I didn’t care.

My jaw dropped as he began to sway his hips. His eyes intense, his lip between his teeth. I think if any other man tried to pull his look off right now, it wouldn’t work. I would have laughed. I was incapable of laughing at this moment. He pulled his pants lower on his hips as he started to grind himself on my lap. I was transfixed. I couldn’t look away. My hunger was building.

He surprised me when he picked me up and made my core straddle his face. He was moving me around like it caused him no effort. He finally turned me around, so I was facing the wall. His hands skimmed my body as he grinded and swayed his hips against me. When I went to turn around to see him better, he grabbed me by my hair and pulled my head back. I could feel the warmth of his lips on my neck and the back of my ear, but he still hadn’t touched me with them.

“Noah,” I gasped in need.

“Is the show to your pleasure, ma’am?” he asked thickly as he finally turned me around. His body continued to dance as his lips began to hover over several erogenous spots on my body without licking, sucking, or kissing.

“It could be better,” I groaned in frustration.

“Is that so?” he drawled, before I could even ans

wer him, he bent down, lifted me, so I had to wrap my legs around his body, and the he drove into me.

I couldn’t answer him. I was so turned on by his dance, then the forcefulness of him taking me against the wall. I ran my hands through his hair as he took one of my nipples into his mouth and sucked on them. I hissed out in pleasure, wanting to meet his vigor with my own. When he nipped on me I pulled his head back by his hair.

“Next time, don’t make me wait so long,” I demanded.

His eyes darkened further. “What are you going to do about it?” he asked as he stopped his movements in me.

My eyes widened for a moment as I grabbed his shoulders and used my legs to lift myself onto him, rocking forward. “Give me more,” I demanded in his ear as I gently bit his earlobe.

He needed no further bidding as he picked up the pace. His hands gripping my butt as he lifted me on and off his manhood. Pushing me against the wall. He was rocking me against him in such a way, I knew I was getting close.

“So close,” I breathed in his ear.

I had thought he was already setting a hard, fast pace until he showed me differently. I pressed my lips against his neck, stifling my screams, I completely unraveled. He soon followed me. “Noah,” I sighed as my body tingled in replete satisfaction.

He carried me into the shower and I kept my legs wrapped around his waist, too tired to move. “We need to get away sometime,” he said his voice filled with fulfillment. “I want to hear you scream my name in abandon.”