Rose
Before The Year Started...(Part 3)
Classically handsome. That's the most accurate description. Someone out of one of those old westerns I used to watch on TV or off the cover of one of Lissa's romance covers which were always much more tasteful than Mia's sexed up harlequin books that she bought at the grocery store. Maybe even rugged. He certainly dressed the part, donning a denim button down that hugged the mountain of muscles on his arms and green travel pants with too many pockets to count.
A sharp nose and an angular jawline with broad shoulders and a pretty big frame to match. Everything else about him, what really drew me in, were the parts of him that were soft: his eyes, gentle orbs so hazel bright I could see myself reflected in their pools, and his voice that drew butterflies to my stomach - for the first time since I was a teenager - when he called me beautiful. Oh and his touch. His touch was almost disbelievingly soft coming from a man of his size.
Could this man be real or did Celeste slap me into an alternate reality where the universe took pity on me and sent me the man of my dreams?
His hold on my hand felt pretty damn real as we traipsed out of the bar just as midnight struck, the new year rolling in, and into the brisk night air. I glance back at the bar, knowing I wouldn't be able to show my face in there any time soon. Especially if I had to risk seeing Celeste again. I forced all thoughts of Celeste to the back of my mind - where all of my least favorite memories were stored - and focused on the tall handsome man pulling me behind him as he hailed a cab.
No reminiscing, no wallowing, no sadness whatsoever. Tonight was about forgetting. For as long as this guy was willing to distract me.
"Are you ever going to tell me your name?" I asked him as we waited for the traffic light to change and a cab to roll by. "I've sort of been alternating between calling you Mr. Handsome and Mr. Odd in my head all night," I admitted, my liquid adrenaline rush ridding me of any kind of filter. I thought about calling him just 'Doctor' but that seemed a little provocative at the moment.
"Mr. Odd?" he asked, intrigues.
"Yeah," I answered as though it should have been obvious. "Off duty doctor," I explained. He chuckled as though he couldn't believe the silly things coming out of my mouth as much as I could.
"Well I apologize for not formally introducing myself before. I'm not usually so rude," he playfully scolded himself. Regrettably he released his hold on my hand I immediately felt the loss of his his warmth. I was about to step forward, into his hold but he extended a long arm out. "Dimitri, off duty doctor." The name rolled off his tongue in a soft purr, a fain lilt revealing itself. Dimitri was already attractive. The accent was just a bonus. The name fit him to a tee. Strong, sturdy, and unbelievably sexy.
I took note that he only offered his first name. Whether it was to keep an impersonal level between us, I wasn't sure but it reassured me about one thing, that tonight was just about having fun, celebrating the new year in our own way. I could walk out of this without any qualms about it not being serious. Flirty, simple, and fun were going to be the themes for tonight and I planned on sticking to it.
I took his hand, lacing our fingers together so that he wouldn't let go this time. "Rose. No title."
He suppressed a laugh as he lifted our clasped hands and pressed a feather light kiss along my knuckles meeting my unwavering eyes until the traffic light changed and the honk of traffic blew by, startling us out of our bubble. Considering the time of night and the part of town we were in, it was easy hailing a cab. Ever the gentleman he held the door open and allowed me to slide in first.
"Where to?" the cabby inquired.
"Are you comfortable coming to my place?" A cab ride away from getting me into bed and he's risking his chances to ensure my comfort? Perfection in its purest form. I didn't even hesitate. Lissa would be so disappointed if she knew.
"Sounds perfect." He gave the cabby an address that sounded further away than my place would have been but I didn't mind. I couldn't mind. I was about to get lucky and I certainly didn't want it to happen in a house full of people where too many questions would be asked. "My place would have been closer," I explained, squeezing myself close to him. "But my roommates are having a party tonight and they'd kill me if I brought some stranger home with me," I added, embarrassed that I was fearful of being scolded for trying to have a one night stand.
His dark chocolate hair drifted around his face as the wind flowed through the open cab's window. He looked at me, looking both amused and intrigued. "And they'd be alright knowing you went to the stranger's place instead?" he asked, tucking my hair back from my face, careful of the scratch and mark to my cheek that Celeste's slap had left.
"What they don't know won't kill them," I shrugged, moving in to nuzzle my face into the tender sweet spot on his neck that most guys seem to melt for. My movements were sort of a promise, a little preview, of things to come.
"I could be a murderer for all you know," he laughed nervously as though suddenly concerned with the fact that I was willing to go home with him, a stranger.
"You're killing my mood here, bro," I mumbled nibbling at a particularly sensitive spot just below his ear. He shuddered beneath me, lifting his hands to my waist to keep me from moving myself completely over him. "Is this you're way of telling me you're a killer or something?" Because if it was, considering the spark between us, I was willing to take my chances. I wanted, needed, and craved this; being with someone for just one night who was capable of convincing me I was truly as beautiful as he said I was. The earnestness in his eyes had been my undoing. Besides, I read people remarkably well - liquored up or not - and I didn't have any warning bells going off in my head about this guy.
"Of course not but I'm just curious," he pressed. "You're okay with the fact that you're going off with me, a guy you just met in a bar. You said you don't do this often. How often is not often?"
I pulled back, resisting the urge to sigh. There was a lot more conversation going on right then than I wanted there to be. Maybe he just wanted to save all the foreplay for his place. "Why does it matter?"
"It doesn't," he answered. "I just want to know that if you've done this before, then you're okay with this not turning into anything serious," he elaborated.
I almost laughed outright. Instead I suppressed it, pushing my hair back from my face and smiling. Could he be anymore perfect? "Something serious with a guy I met just an hour or so ago?" I teased and he seemed to relax a bit having been tense while waiting for my response. He didn't want this to be anything serious any more than I did.
"Just had to check."
"I think you and I are going to get along just fine tonight, Dimitri."
We shared a smile, both of us ease and in state of temporary bliss for the rest of the ride to his place. We didn't exchange anything else about ourselves the rest of the ride, the way I preferred it. Now, if we could get through the rest of this evening solely based on sex - our mouths occupied with various parts of each others bodies - then I'll consider it a successful New Year's Eve.
The drive, quiet but not uncomfortable, gave me time to think, to consider how I'd feel after all of this was over, how I felt every time I did something like this. I'd regret and hate myself and try to forget it. But for right now, I needed this. Was it that sense of loneliness that had been looming over my head the last couple of days as Liss and Mia planned the New Year's Eve party? Probably. But for the next couple of hours or however long it took for this dude to get me off, I wasn't going to put too much thought into my willingness to hop into bed with random strangers. I can't explain it but I definitely needed this.
My phone vibrated in my purse but I didn't bother picking it up. I already knew it was Liss and she was worried. I let it ring until it went to voicemail and shot her a quick text, Dimitri having grown occupied with a message on his own phone, all the while massaging his hand methodically slow, up and down my bare knee, testing the limits of my dress as the cabby continued to drive.
Met up with Masen and Eddie. Be back tomorrow
Those weren't her favorite people in the world but they were the only two people I knew that weren't already partying the night away at our house. She sent a text back but if I read it, I knew that the odds of guilt sinking in and deciding to go home were too damn high. I needed this. I turned my phone off and tossed it into the bottom of my bag. Reality could wait until tomorrow morning. For now, I was on a mission.
We stopped in the upscale area close to the coast, populated with ritzy lofts and town-homes. I'd always loved the pier and the beach itself. It was other worldly to me, a place easy for me to stare off into the distance out over the ocean, pretending there wasn't an chaotic and polluted city behind me. The driver turned down a narrow roadway where only a couple of houses sat looming over the cliff side, blessed with the view of the ocean and the glittering city along the east. I quickly paid the driver - arguing that Dimitri had paid for the drinks back at the bar - and quickly got out to stared up at the house. It wasn't large by any means but it was beautiful and pretty surprising considering the way he dressed and the older Range Rover sitting in his driveway. Despite knowing he was a doctor, even an off duty one, and went around ordering thirty dollar bottles of Vodka, I got the impression that he wasn't they type to reap the wealth of his profession. I guess that's why you should never judge people based on their appearances.
I mean my mother used to dress like a homeless gypsy and she lived in the suburbs her entire life.
"I'm hardly home," he says as the cab driver pulls away and he comes to stand beside me still staring up at the house and the view it provided. I jumped, startled but glad to pulled away from any lingering thoughts about my mother when I was doing my damnedest to forget her, Celeste, and anything else that wasn't Dimitri and our night ahead. "I forget how beautiful it is myself, sometimes."
He lead the way past the white picket fence and the flower bed that had seen better days even in the moist seaside air.
I glanced at the duffel on his shoulder as he struggled to find the right key to his front door in the dark. "You travel a lot for work as a doctor?" I found myself asking, despite my earlier pledge to keep the sharing of details to a minimum.
"Locum Tenens," he answered as though I should automatically know what that meant. He stopped fighting the multiple keys on his key chain long enough to read the confused expression on my face. "I'm a doctor without borders. I travel to different countries to offer free treatment and aid to poorer nations."
Attractive, slight accent, well mannered, doctor who went around saving starving families and patching up the sick in horrid conditions? If I wasn't so currently anti-relationship this would definitely have to be something between us whether he liked it or not.
"Are you an angel?" I blurted out before I could stop myself. His laughter was deep as he continued the good fight against his keys and the front door.
"I can assure you, I'm not."
"Really? Cause you almost sound too good to be true." I almost wanted to believe that he was just lying to impress me but given his clothes and no creepy, liar vibe coming off of him, I had to trust he was telling the truth. "I can totally see it though," I nodded, looking him over for about the hundredth time that night. "A do good-er volunteer trying to save the world one patient at a time type. The comfy traveling cargo pants, the duffel, the unnatural long hair that no real company would let you get away with," I listed. "It all makes sense now."
That earned a small smile out of him. It was nice and a little disarming, even for a small one. "Well I'm glad I fit the image."
He finally managed to open his front door, turning on a small hallway lamp and I barely prevented myself from drooling at the sight presented to me. Amazing wasn't even an appropriate enough word to explain the house I'd just walked into. It was everything I'd dreamed of whenever I fantasized about living anywhere but in the suburbs: high ceilings, dim lighting, state of the art kitchen, floor-to-ceiling windows with a view so high above the ground and the cliff-side, if I laid on the floor looking up, I could almost believe I was flying. Furniture was sparse but still fit well enough into the apartment that it looked nice. Almost like a staged apartment that were in those housing magazines Lissa left lying around our house lately.
"If you're really a murderer and you've just lured me to you're evil lair, I wouldn't mind dying in a place like this."
Closing the front door behind him, he dropped his duffel into a closet near the doorway.
"I'm sure your roommates would be happy to hear that," he said facetiously as he wandered toward the kitchen.
They wouldn't be but they'd certainly be willing to admit that it's a step up from the nightclubs and dope houses they used to worry I would die in. I shook my head, distracting myself with the rest of the house. I dropped my purse beside a chair - that was way too nice to be used for anything other than display - walking further into the open floor plan living room, taking it all in. There was that nice mix of wood mixed with the scent of the salty sea air. There was a thin layer of dust on everything but the place was pretty well kept.
"Would you like something drink? Maybe some ice for that cheek," he offered.
I waved it off. I'd had much worse. "It'll heal."
He shook his head, smiling slightly. I guess my nonchalance surprised and amused him but I was fine. This cut would heal like the others before it.
"Can I get you anything else then?" He offered as he went around to each window, flinging the shutters and sills open welcoming in a cool breeze.
"Other than an application for medical school? No, I'm good," I replied, spinning in a small circle, ensure my eyes didn't miss any aspect of the house. "How could you not spend every waking moment in a house like this?"
"I would if I could but I traveled for work." he reminded me. "Now that I'm taking some time off, I'll make sure to appreciate my house more," he said with a rueful smile, looking around just as I was as though for the first time. "I guess I did kind of abandon this place. Except for the last two years, I'm usually only here a couple of times a year."
"Should you really tell me that you're never home most of the time? What if I rob you?"
"There won't be much to take," he pointed out unconcerned. He was right, there wasn't much in the way of personal items. Only the furniture. "I assured you earlier tonight that I'm not some type of murderer, but what about you? Should I be worried? Are you a thief? A criminal of some sort?" he asked playfully.
I used to be. Sometimes. But he didn't need to know that.
"Not lately," I answered aloud in a careless tone so that he thought I was joking. "But for a place like this, I could go back to my crime spree if it means having a place like this."
He tossed me one of his smiles that spread his cheeks high enough revealing the smallest of dimples at his chin. My heart fluttered simultaneously with my stomach and I almost through myself at him right then and there. How could he be so handsome, charming, and boyishly cute all at the same time?
"So, what do you really do?" he asked as he finished opening the last of the windows. "For a living, I mean."
"Sharing occupations now, are we?" I asked sort of teasingly. Regardless of the fact that we didn't need to know that much about each other, the thought of telling this well put together specimen of a man that I wasn't out saving the world, one cough at a time, was embarrassing. He seemed so worldly and put together while I was just a mess in every sense of the word.
"Seems only fair since you know I'm a doctor."
"True," I conceded, failing to point out that he'd inadvertently offered up what he did for a living all on his own. "Or we can just avoid the small talk, maybe find better uses for our mouths."
One side of said mouth lifted up along with his brows, shocked and humored by my suggestion. Even I wasn't quite sure where this bravado was coming from. I suspected the alcohol. It was usually the alcohol. The adrenaline coursing through me body in anticipation of what lay ahead wasn't helping much either. Dimitri didn't seem to put off by my forwardness, thankfully. He was probably growing used to it by now.
"Humor me," he pressed, his lopsided smirk still in place.
I sighed dramatically, disappointed that he wasn't letting me out of disclosing my lackluster job. "I'm a glorified errand girl," I admitted as I walked as close to the floor to ceiling windows as the glass would let me. The clouds blocked the moon just enough so that a sliver of white light illuminated the beach shore.
"And what exactly is a glorified errand girl?" he asked sounding both confused and amused.
"I work for a temp service, mostly as a personal assistant, secretarial work but my jobs involve less actual office work and more stops to the dry cleaners or car wash," I elaborated with a sigh. "Nothing fancy but it pays the bills when I'm between shifts at the diner, catering gigs, dog walking, you name it."
His silence drew me away from the view before me. I turned to look at him as he lifted the last of the sheet covers off of the furniture. "Wow. Sounds like a lot to take on."
I shrugged, dismissively. "It is what it is."
He didn't need to know that I worked so many jobs because getting a college education and any chances at a better career for myself were out the question for me. I barely graduated high school and didn't have the slightest idea of what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. For the time being I helped Liss pay for school, the bills around the house and whatever else we needed. Deciding not to dwell so much on my plight, I decided to keep things light and on an upbeat note.
"But if I were to take anything out of this little encounter of ours, I definitely need to look into becoming a doctor," I jested, eliciting another of his small smiles out of him. I turned back toward the windows, gesturing out as though he couldn't see the view his home provided. "I mean WOW! It's amazing," I exclaimed. "Just beautiful."
I listened to his footsteps as he crossed the room to approach me. He stood behind me, his hands at my waist as he pulled me back against him.
"I agree," he spoke, his voice a soft low hum in my ear. "Just beautiful."
I trembled at his words. It was the fifth or so time he'd called me beautiful tonight and I was starting to believe him. Not as a ploy to get me into bed but as absolute fact that he thought me beautiful and that I needed telling so. The sentiment certainly didn't hurt to hear. He smelt and felt too good to be true. A thin layer of the usual aroma's from the bar permeated the air between us but underneath he had the unmistakable heady smell of a man who spent a great deal of time under the sun and the outdoor woodsy scent of his cologne. His hold, firm at my hips, was comforting and exhilarating as though he belonged there, right against me; as though he had been in this position before and didn't plan on letting go any time soon.
I could live with that.
In fact, I needed that.
His hands slid the length of my waist, trailing up until he reached the lapels of my charcoal coat at my shoulders, ready to tug it off. His eyes never left my own as though expecting me to stop him at any moment. I assuredly wasn't going to. I wanted to see tonight through as much as he did. Did I want more time to take in a view that I'd probably never see again? Yes. I'd have to remember to make time for that before I skedaddled out of here the next morning.
But for now, this is what I wanted the most.
Dimitri
It was unexpected how much I was both attracted and intrigued by her looks and sense of humor. But I was and I was finding it more difficult with each passing second to remember at the end of tonight, it'd be better to maintain indifference. We were both here for reasons of our own, to escape and lose our selves in someone else. Maybe I'd been gone so long that I'd forgotten how easy it was to get sucked in by someone so...enamoring. And she was mine for the night.
Earlier in the cab ride, I'd needed to know if her cavalier attitude about leaving a bar with a stranger was genuine, if she truly wasn't going to have any hangups about this being a one time deal. I was glad she was as devoted to a one time get together as I was. Even without knowing how much I'd relish in the way I responded to the ministrations her lips offered my body, I would have had to end this night before it began. I wasn't into relationships and I didn't intend to be. If Rose emitted any impression that she was going to read into this, I would have regretted it but I wouldn't take the risk of stringing her along for my own pleasure. That was the only reason I pushed the issue in the cab. I was pleased to find out that she was apparently just as into this for distracting pleasure as I was. If the fiery way her eyes lit up when she'd climbed on top of me in the cab was any indication of her fervor mirroring mine, the rest of the evening was going to be pleasantly unforgettable.
She was standing too far from me. I had to bring her closer, to do my part in this encounter and rid her of whatever troubles marred her alluring face those few moments she'd been standing alone in front of the windows. It was undoubtedly something about her job as a temp but tonight wasn't about pressing reasons or asking questions that didn't really matter. Tonight was a favor of sorts, working evenly together to distract one another. I had to make this about what we came here for.
Forgoing anymore questions on my part, I walked toward her, admiring her beauty - temporary scrape and red mark on her cheek and all - as I did so and telling her as much as I stood behind her. I caught the way her breath hitched and her eyes lit up when I expressed my opinion on her looks. She lit up like a Christmas tree, as though she wasn't used to used to hearing such words. If that was true, I planned on taking it upon myself to tell her so and using whatever means necessary to prove it. I turned her away from the view I'd forgotten I'd had and faced her toward me, taking in a more stunning sight for my eyes only. It seemed almost unreal to me that this was how I was going to spend my first night back home. I planned on enjoying every moment of it, swearing to ensure that she did the same.
I gently tugged her coat completely free from her arms, tossing it aside. It had definitely been obscuring one hell of a fantastic view. Now that it was off I could visually confirm that she sinuous and shapely. The dress looked made to fit her, holding every inch of her up and closely packed together. I fought myself, resisting the urge to hastily unwrap it all and reveal all the surprises underneath. Her heels added to her above average height, though, it was going to be troublesome trying to balance my hold on her and still be able to feel as much of her body as I wanted to.
My arms wrapped nice and securely around her, pulling her toward me until she was pressed flush against my body. Her arms automatically reached to wrap around my neck and I took the chance then to hoist her up.
I surprised her again because she gasped and gave a breathy laugh.
"Whoa," she gasped, her smile growing wide.
The sight of her face illuminated in amusement nearly knocked me off my feet. I already thought she was stunning but somehow when she smiled it was something else altogether. It was a nice look on her but, for the second time that night, I had the impression it wasn't an expression she wore often.
Her dress rode up around her stomach and her hair tickled the backs of my arms. I moved to leverage her against the frosty window while I slide her heels off, letting them drop to the floor with soft clacks. She trembled and shifted forward so that there was no space left between us. My hands shifted with her movements, sliding up the sides of her thighs, beneath her dress. She tightened her hold on me, aware of and rubbing against my body's response to her closeness.
Her fingers curled into my hair and she pulled me toward her, returning her lips against mine. Her faint perfume and the lingering fragrance of the bar drifted off her skin and the remnants of the beer and Vodka mingled between our mouths but she still tasted, smelled, and felt wonderful. It was an almost overwhelming sensation of fragrance permeating the air around us and soft skin beneath my fingers. Her tongue mildly prodded and lapped, urgent, insistent, and almost scoping about as though she was tasting every inch of me while prodding me into the satisfying warmth of her own mouth. Rose definitely didn't come across as the patient type. She was definitely the no holds barred type. I hedged my fingers around the cotton band of her black underwear, making no moves to go any further until she gave me the okay. I wanted to know how long we could go on with the foreplay before she initiated it any further than I already had.
After who knows how long, she pulled away but just far enough that her lips brushed against mine as she spoke.
"Are you waiting for an invitation?"
There was that slight smirk curving her already swollen lips as she spoke. Her cool breath fanned against my face and mingled with my own as she graced me with her soft laugh.
"Of sorts," I answered, unable to resist sharing the smile with her.
"Ever the gentleman," she retorted, as though she'd keeping taking note of such behavior all night. "Can I ask you something personal?" We spoke in hushed tones to not disturb the mounting anticipation.
"In this position that we're in? Sure."
Her lips twitched with mirth. "How long have you been away?"
Wasn't expecting that question but I answered without hesitation, eager to continue where we left off but also savoring the thrill of the leisurely pace we were setting for our selves.
"A little over two years. Why?"
"Follow up, question, also personal," she answered instead. "Did you have sex like this while you were away? Recently?"
For someone with a medical degree, I still struggled to see where she was going with this but I played along. "When I was able," I answered truthfully, hoping she'd reveal her intentions.
Her eyes scanned my face she grinned before leaning her forehead against mine. "I guess I just want to know if its been so long for you that you've forgotten where your hands should be."
I couldn't hold in my burst of laughter at her brazenness. At least I knew I'd been right: she wasn't the type to beat around the bush.
"How 'bout it, Doctor," she prodded she I still hadn't said anything. She lowered one arm from around my shoulders and clasped her hand around my wrist, guiding me until I met heat, cupping the softness between her legs as she tightly squeezed her thighs around my hold. "Do I have to show you where I want you?"
That was all the signal I needed.
I pulled her away off from her spot on the glass, turning to carry her back towards my bedroom where I'd have even easier access. I dropped her down and hovered over her, able to appreciate so much more without having to worry about supporting her up while my hands explored the hills and valleys of her figure. We landed with her top, her legs straddling either side of me. I pushed, forcing her onto her back as she locked her ankles around me, securing her position. Every nerve in my body was on fire anticipating the night ahead. Whether it was the alcohol, my determination to have an unforgettably distracting night, my blatant attraction to this woman on top of me, or some combination of the three, I didn't know. Whatever it was, it was powerful, controlling me, driving me to hold her as close to me as humanly possible.
She locked her hands into the loose messy curls of my hair, biting gently at my lips where the smallest bit of added pressure would draw blood. I forced our mouths together, getting bitten in the process. Her tongue eased between my lips where she drew me in with a forceful welcome. It was a battle of wills, between fighting for control and wanting to give in to the budding fireworks stirring in the pit of my stomach, handing her all the control.
I pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes. "I think it'll be more fun if I find it on my own."
Whatever response she was ready to return died on her lips, fading away into a languid moan as I thrust my hand past the barrier at her waist and into the heavenly warmth hidden beneath.
"Now let's see if I can remember…"
My words trailed off as another of her fierce moans filled the air around us, her body arched up against my chest. I pressed myself closer against her, tightening the space between the gloriously cozy apex between her leg. She pulled at me, trying to press me even closer. Another pant escaped from her lips, her chest heaving, breathless from both the sudden escalation and the ministrations I was working within her, below her dress. Despite the cool air in the room, her skin was already heated to the touch against my lips as I left a trail of open mouthed kisses from her smooth neck to the soft, heaving pillows of her breasts.
I nipped at the top edge of her dress, grateful that it was strapless, and managed to pull it down, exposing her from its confines.
As much as I wanted to, I didn't linger there long. There was somewhere else I wanted to devote all of my attention to.
"Where…"
She started to ask as I quickly moved on but the question faded around us as I lowered myself to the one spot on her body that guaranteed a happy ending before all the other fun began. Her dress worked its way up around her stomach and I regretted not just stripping her of it before I'd thrown her onto the bed. I wasn't going to stop now to do it. It'd have to wait. The underwear she was wearing came away easily in my hands, the fabric slightly tearing as I slid it down her legs making quick work of ridding it off of her, tossing them on the floor.
There was nothing blocking or stopping me now. In answer to her question, this, right here, was where I wanted to be.
Over the top of her arched stomach, I watched her shoulders fall back and her head press into the mattress as I familiarized myself with her soft creases and sweet folds. She had said earlier that there were better uses for my mouth and I agreed. This was definitely one of them. I take pleasure in the tight clutch of her fingers in my hair, begging me to take as much of her offered body as I can, giving her everything I can while she returns the favor. It doesn't take long before I can feel her coming undone. She shudders once, twice, three times before she's completely lost in bliss. Knowing I haven't lost my touch is satisfaction on its own; that I've ensured I'm not the only one leaving with elated memories of the night's events.
The room is quiet except for the sounds of her heavy breaths and the comforter and sheets shifting under our combined weight as I slide her to the top of the bed and I follow, still on top of her. She hasn't quite caught her breath and the sweet taste of her release is painted on my lips when she clamps her legs and arms around me to re-familiarize her tongue.
"You taste...better than I imagined," I tell her around our breathlessness.
She releases a breathy laugh and pulls slightly away. "I'm glad," she pants. She shoves a hand into her hair, moving it out of her face. "You had me worried for a moment there," she teases.
"Good things-" I began before she smothered my mouth with a kiss so searing that I almost lost my train of thought. "Come to those who wait," I finish when she releases me.
"They sure do," she agrees. "I won't make the mistake of doubting you again. But I will…" Her hand finds it way down the front of my shirt until it reaches the waistband of my pants, undoing the button and tugging the zipper down. "Return the favor," she offers, her words wrapping around me like a promise. She nips and teases at my skin with her teeth leaving tingling sensations in her wake as she works her way along my jawline. With her focus on unbuttoning my shirt, I take the opportunity to reach in my bedside drawer for protection.
"As good as that offer sounds right now, the best way to return the favor would be to just let me in," I tell her, opening the condom.
"My mouth?"
I shiver at the prospect of the offer coming from her low voice, almost dropping the condom. I roll it on as continues to nibble at every inch of my exposed chest now that my shirt is gone.
"Come on, Doc. I can't let you have one over on me," she teases.
"Oh believe me, I'm going to take you up on that offer. Just not now," I tell her, shimmying the dress completely off of her body. She gazed up at me, tense and confused but relaxed as I continued, embracing her body as I went along. "I have something better in mind."
A/N: You guys are awesome! Thanks a million for the reads, follows/favorites, and reviews (Kimavinzant, peggy, and ROMITRI TOGETHER FOREVER, you guys rock!) and I'm glad I seem to still have a few followers and that no one's too bothered by the changes. Considering the content in this chapter maybe I should have rated M but for the most part I think I kept it relatively vague and clean (figuratively speaking of course). Things were pretty intense. I'm not usually one for writing scenes like that but I thought I'd give it a go and hope it turned out well. I could feel the sexual tension between our two troubled souls from my screen! Again thanks for the reviews and I hope you guys enjoy the story!