The Children's Doctor's Special Proposal

She’d put her bathrobe back on but he knew she was naked underneath. In that brief moment when she’d slipped off her robe in the bathroom, he’d seen just how lovely she was. And he needed to see her again. To touch her. To taste her. He needed that so very, very badly. Still kissing her, he undid the belt of her robe in one fluid movement and pushed the fabric off her shoulders—and then he broke the kiss. Brushed his mouth against hers, just to tell her he had every intention of kissing her again. And then he stepped back far enough to look at her properly.

Lord, she was gorgeous.

He stroked his palms over her shoulders and down her arms, gliding his hands upwards again over her hips and settling in the curve of her waist.

He made a small sound of pure pleasure. ‘Cariad, you’re so beautiful. You take my breath away.’

She said nothing, just looked at him, her blue eyes huge and full of wonder and fear; and Rhys knew in that moment that she felt exactly the same as he did. Wanting this so much, but scared in case everything went wrong and crashed down around them.

Maybe it was time to be brave.

He dipped his head and traced a line of kisses round her throat. Her skin was so soft, so sweet. And he wanted more.

As she tipped her head back, he let his mouth drift lower, then took one nipple into his mouth.

She breathed a little, ‘Oh’ and slid her fingers into his hair. The gentle pressure of her fingertips against his scalp urged him on, telling him she liked what he was doing; he switched his attention to her other nipple, teasing it with his tongue and his lips until she was pushing against him, clearly wanting more.

‘You’re gorgeous,’ he said huskily, stroking over her rib-cage to the flat planes of her stomach. Her breathing was fast and shallow, much like his own. ‘And I want you, Katrina. I need…’ He straightened up again so he could look her in the eye. ‘I think we both need this.’

‘Yes,’ she whispered. She opened her door and walked through it, leaving her towelling robe where it lay on the floor in the hallway.

The soft light filtered through her bedroom curtains and he could see her very clearly. ‘You’re amazing, Katrina,’ he said, following her and closing the door behind him. ‘Stunning.’

She actually blushed.

Did she really not know how lovely she was?

And then she smiled and he lost his head completely. He pulled her back into his arms and kissed her again, stroking her back and the curve of her buttocks. She felt perfect. ‘I want to touch you, Katrina. I want to touch you all over,’ he said between kisses. He wanted to learn what she liked, what gave her pleasure, to make her feel as amazing as she made him feel.

Almost shyly, she tugged at the edge of his towel. It fell to the floor—and then at last there was nothing between them. Skin to damp skin. And it felt so very, very good.

He wasn’t quite sure how they got there or who led whom, but then they were lying facing each other in her bed, the cotton sheet cool against their bodies. Right at that moment he felt as if he was burning up with need for her. He let the flat of his hand slide over her curves, moulding itself to the dip of her waist and the swell of her hip.

‘Perfect,’ he breathed. Then he remembered: she wouldn’t hear what he was saying. He shifted so she could read his lips, and repeated, ‘You’re absolutely perfect.’ His fingers trailed along her outer thigh, then gently brushed upwards again, this time against her inner thigh. Katrina shivered and moved slightly, allowing him the access he craved so badly. He cupped her sex, then let one finger glide along the soft, sweet folds.

She gasped as his fingertip skated across her clitoris.

‘You like that?’ he asked.

‘Yes.’

He did it again.

‘Oh-h-h.’ The word was a breath of pure pleasure.

He bent to kiss her, still stroking her and teasing her until she was making little incoherent noises.

And then a truly awful thought struck him.

‘Katrina.’ He touched her shoulder to get her attention.

‘Hmm?’ She opened her eyes, blinking to help her focus. ‘What?’

‘Do you have any condoms?’

‘Condoms?’ she echoed. Her eyes widened; clearly she realised exactly what his question implied. ‘No.’

‘Ah.’

‘Are you telling me you don’t either?’

‘I don’t either,’ he said ruefully.

‘And I’m not on the Pill.’ She took a deep breath.

But there was a slight wobble in her voice, telling him that she was as disappointed as he was. That he’d brought her to this pitch of arousal and now he was going to let her down.

Well, he wasn’t going to let her down.

‘There’s another way,’ he said softly, and leaned over to kiss her, sliding one hand back between her thighs.