The Christmas Fountain (Wishful 9)

“In a hurry?”

“Yes.” She didn’t know why. She hadn’t even been planning on this tonight. But then he’d kissed her and his control had slipped. The sweetness she’d come to expect from him gave way to heat—so much heat. She’d had the barest taste of it that first time he’d kissed her. Since then he’d been so carefully controlled, as if he thought she’d spook. Until tonight, when he just couldn’t rein it in. And she’d loved it. Loved the idea that she could inspire that. She wanted to make him lose control completely.

Chad shoved himself up, tugging off his scrub top with one hand, even as she wrestled off her sweater.

Her hands met bare flesh, racing over his chest and finding a helluva lot mor

e definition and muscle than she’d expected. “Where do you find time to build this?” She followed her hands with her lips, wresting a groan from him as he answered.

“I have a home gym.”

“You make really good use of it.” She wanted to see him. But later. Right now, she wanted to map the contours of that chest with her mouth.

Before she could start, he scooted down her body, kissing along her throat and collar bone, moving lower, to her breasts, and cupping them in his hands again. Mary Alice bowed up, pressing into his palms, needing more contact. “Still with the too many clothes.”

“Can’t have that,” he murmured.

Reaching behind her back, he flicked open the clasp of her bra and drew it away. Then his mouth was on her, warm and sure as he licked and sucked her sensitive nipples. Mary Alice dropped her head back on a moan, feeling a lovely, liquid heat pool between her thighs with every tug of his lips. “Mmm, more.”

Cool air met her heated skin as he unzipped her jeans, tugging them down, along with her underwear. “I have a confession.”

She tensed. “About?”

“I’ve totally got ‘Hot for Teacher’ playing in the back of my head.”

Laughing, she relaxed. “I’m shattering stereotypes all over the place.”

“In all the best possible ways.” He came back to her, his hands skimming up her bare legs, and she said a prayer of thanks she’d shaved this morning. “You have really amazing legs.”

“I run,” she managed, as he made it past her knees, stroking slowly up the inside of her thighs.

“Me, too. We should do that sometime.”

“That is not at all what I’m interested in doing at the moment.”

Bent over her, he chuckled, pressing a kiss to her hip, sliding his hands higher, his thumbs tantalizingly close to where she wanted him to touch her and yet much too far away. Restless, impatient and so very, very needy, she groaned his name in frustration.

Nudging her legs apart to make room for his shoulders, he settled between them. “Is this what you want?” He blew gently, his warm breath making her clench and shudder.

“God yes.”

He used his fingers to part her and pressed his mouth to her center. Sensation crashed through her. Every inch of her body tightened against the onslaught, as he battered her with wave after wave of pleasure, until she was helpless to do anything but ride the current. She was drowning, gasping for air, gasping his name as he dragged her up and over a brutal peak. Then everything went lax. The calm after the storm. Or maybe it was only the eye.

Lazily, Chad stroked her hip and pressed a kiss to the quivering muscles of her thighs. “Better?” He sounded smug and self-satisfied. Under other circumstances, that might have been annoying, but who was she to complain after an orgasm like that?

“Jesus. And here I thought surgeons were supposed to be talented with their hands.”

“Oh, we are. Need a demonstration?”

Mary Alice found the strength to crack an eye open and peer down her body at him. “That wasn’t a challenge.”

He took it as one anyway. Only when he’d rendered her mindless and shot her over the edge a second time did he strip out of the rest of the scrubs and reach for the bedside table. She heard the crackle of a condom being ripped open, then he rose over her, settling into the cradle of her hips. “You okay?”

“I will be in just a...” She shifted until the blunt head of him nudged her entrance, making already sensitive nerve endings sing. “There.”

He murmured her name as he pressed just barely inside her, a welcome answer to the ache at her core. Wanting more, she arched up, wrapping her legs around his hips as he slowly rocked into her, inch by gradual inch.

“Better,” she gasped. “Much…much…oh God, there.”