God, he was delicious.
A heartbeat later, her mouth was empty.
Still on her knees, she watched him yank off his shirt, take off his shoes, and shed his pants and boxers completely.
Wow.
After already seeing his cock, she felt like she should have been prepared for his naked body, that it shouldn't come as such a hard erotic shock to see all those muscles, all that dark skin.
But she wasn't ready. And it was a shock.
She'd spent the past ten years working with models, both female and male. But she'd never seen this.
Luke Carson was perfect.
Belatedly realizing she was sitting there with her mouth hanging open, she gave him a saucy little smile. "Now that I've started to get used to how big you are," she paused, licking her lips, "I bet I can do even better than that."
But instead of stepping closer and shoving himself back into her willing mouth, he reached down and picked her up, one arm sliding beneath her legs, the other around her back, and headed down the hall, obviously looking for her bedroom.
"Later. I need to fuck you. Now."
Chapter Seven
"Condoms."
As she twisted her torso to reach for her bedside table, he pulled her panties off and threw them across the room.
If he didn't get inside her in the next sixty seconds, he was going to fucking lose it.
She ripped open the packet and reached out to put it on him but he knew he was already so far gone that if she so much as touched him, he would blow. Yanking it out of her hands, he gritted his teeth as he shoved the condom down over his throbbing dick.
And then he was crawling over her and she was reaching for him.
Goddamn it, all he wanted to do was to shove himself deep inside her and never come back out.
But even in his feverish state, where black had turned to white and white to black, he knew he couldn't do that.
He was too big. He'd hurt her.
God, he didn't want to hurt her.
He wanted to love her.
His cock head poised just at her slick opening, he stilled at the shocking thought.
What the hell was he doing bringing love into this? Into tonight?
Whatever happened, he had to remember that being with Janica was nothing more than sex.
Nothing more than release.
Nothing more than a way to clear his head.
She moved beneath him and shifted her hips up to try and take him inside and all reminders, all thoughts entirely fell away.
Bracing himself above her, he said, "Look at me," knowing there was no way he could just take her like she was any other woman.
No matter how much he wanted to pretend otherwise, she was special.
And he had to make sure that he took care of her.
Her eyes flew to his. "Please, take me, Luke."
It took every ounce of remaining control that he had not to drive himself into her. But he couldn't. Not if meant there was the slightest chance of his hurting her.
"We're going to do this slow. Easy."
She didn't argue with words, she simply used her body instead by bucking her hips forcefully up into him.
He sucked in a hard breath as his head pushed into her slick heat. Even though the latex cover he could feel how hot, how wet she was. Nothing had ever felt this good. He wanted to rip the condom off and sink into her, skin on skin. But that was something reserved for a relationship. For commitment.
Not for a one night stand.
And just as he had suspected, he was far too thick to simply slide in the rest of the way. Even as wet and aroused as she clearly was, she'd need to get used to the size of his shaft and open up to him little by little.
She closed her eyes, but he needed her to keep them open so that he could watch her and make sure he wasn't hurting her.
She was so small. So perfect. He couldn't stand the thought of hurting her.
"Open for me, sweetheart."
Her eyes flew open, wide and stunned.
It had been so natural to call her sweetheart that he almost hadn't noticed he'd done it. Now, he found himself holding himself up on one arm so that he could reach up and brush his fingers against her beautiful face.
He felt it then, the gentle easing of her inner muscles, and as he bent down to press his lips against hers, he slowly moved deeper.
He took her gasp of pleasure into his own lungs as he continued to slide in. Further and further he went, feeling her widen her legs beneath him even further, until she had taken more than half of his shaft.
He needed to stop, needed to make sure that she was okay, but for the first time in his life, he was all out of control. He needed to be in her, to the hilt, no matter what.
And then her ankles came around his hips, and she whispered, "I want all of you," against his mouth a split second before she pushed his hips hard into hers with her legs.
For such a small woman, she was much stronger than he ever would have thought, almost strong enough to get what she wanted.
What they both wanted.
Despite his attempt at control, he slid in another inch, and then another. He could feel her heated flesh holding his erection so tightly that even breathing was enough at this point to send him over the edge as her tight inner muscles contracted against his painfully hard dick.
Finally, he accepted that there was no more holding back.
No more trying to be in control.
He had to take her.
Had to make her completely, irrevocably his.
And as she pushed her tongue against his, he thrust himself all the way into her.
His amazed realization--Jesus, she's taking all of me--was utterly secondary to the sensation of being wrapped so tightly in such snug warmth.
Her mouth had been spectacular, but her pussy was a goddamned miracle.
Pulling back from her mouth, he had to look at her, had to see the woman who was doing this to him, who was taking him apart from the inside out.
Her eyes were open as she looked at him as if in wonder, her pupils dilated with pleasure, and she was so beautiful.
So incredibly beautiful.
Not able to take his eyes from hers, moving as slowly as he could with the blood boiling in his veins, he began the slow slide back and then forward again. With every stroke her body opened up to his a little bit more, a flood of fresh arousal lubricating his path inside of her.
He'd never felt pleasure like this. Had never known a woman to be so strong and yet soft all at the same time. Had never wanted to look into someone's soul and know that there was a place for himself there.
Because he swore that's what he saw when he looked into her eyes.
A hundred times over the next minutes as they moved together, he could have come. Explosively. But, goddamn it, now that he was where he'd thought he wanted to be, right there on the verge of exploding in her willing body, all he wanted was to give her pleasure.
Knowing it was going to nearly kill him to leave her body, he forced himself back into the cool air.
Her eyes were unfocused with pleasure. And now, confusion. "Luke?"
"You're beautiful," he said against her lips, before taking them in a quick, hard kiss.
"So are you. Please fuck me some more."
A smile moved onto his face before he even realized it was coming. "I will. After you come."
She shook her head frantically. "No. Please. I want you inside of me again."
Lord, he wanted to be inside her again too, but he needed to give her this first. "Not before you come, sweetheart."
"I can come like that."
About to kiss his way down her sweat-dampened naked body, he stilled and held her gaze. Another smile, this one full of sensual promise, came with his response.
"Good. Then you'll come around my cock the second time."
At her swift intake of breath, he moved his lips and hands quickly over her sweet breasts and rock-hard nipples, down across her belly, then slid hi
s mouth back over her mound. Her clit was a hard nub against his tongue. Knowing he couldn't bear this torture for much longer, he sucked her into his mouth at the same time that he slid first one finger, then two into her hot passage.
She cried out his name as she arched into his mouth. And this time when he felt her inner muscles tighten on his fingers, instead of pulling away, he focused in on her swollen, heated flesh.
Her entire body tightened beneath his hands, the tendons in her thighs tightening around his head, as she circled in on her orgasm. He felt the rapid spasming of her vaginal muscles clamping down on his fingers a split second before her cry of pleasure sounded into her bedroom.
Jesus, she was tight. And strong. Knowing he was about to be back inside of her, knowing she was going to come again around his cock, knowing that she was all his for at least one night, had him almost climaxing onto her bed cover.
He'd never moved as fast as he did right then, to get back inside her, and--fuck!--as soon as he pushed his head inside of her, he realized she was even tighter, even hotter, even wetter now that he'd finally let her come.
Thank God at least he knew he wasn't going to hurt her, because he couldn't hold back this time.
Letting loose all the pent up lust for Janica that he'd carefully corralled for the past five years, maybe even longer than that, he drove himself into her, high and hard. Her slick flesh stretched open for him before closing back in a perfectly snug clasp around his thick, pulsing cock. She was still coming, her muscles grasping him in rhythmic bursts as he thrust into her again and again.
Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut as she took everything he gave her and somehow managed to give it back in equal measure.
He'd never fucked a woman like this. Never taken anyone's pussy so ruthlessly.
As if she could read his mind, Janica hissed, "Harder, Luke. Please. Harder," her hands gripping his shoulders tightly, her legs wrapped tight around his waist.
His balls tightened almost painfully at her desperate appeal and it was pure instinct to take her ankles in his hands and push her legs up high, so that they were resting on his shoulders. There'd been too much of a risk of hurting his previous lovers with deep penetration to ever do the position justice, but something told him Janica could not only take him like this, but that it would give her at least as much pleasure as it gave him.
Her back walls pressed hard into his cock as he rammed into her fully open body, and he swore he could feel his head pushing against her womb.
He was right there, about to shoot his load into the most beautiful woman he'd ever known, when he saw the moisture coming from the corners of her eyes.
No!
He'd hurt her.
"Oh God, Janica, I'm sorry," he said, his words all rushing together as he tried to get his body to obey his brain and get out of her incredibly hot, tight body.
The tiny body he was ripping in two.
But before he could do anything at all, her hands were on his face.
"I love you, Luke." More tears flowed, making her next words thick as she said again, "I love you so much."
Her declaration was one thing too many for him to process and even as his body took in more stimuli than it ever had before, he could feel his brain--and heart--starting to shut down.
But then, somehow, he was wiping away her tears and she was turning her face into his palm and gently kissing the inside of his hand. His body started moving again, driving back in, then out of her in hard strokes, completely of its own volition.
"Love me, Luke," she begged him, and then they were shifting on the bed so that her body was pressed lengthwise against his and her legs were coming around his hips again and she was pulling his mouth down onto hers and he was kissing her like he'd never kissed another woman.
Like she was his first, his last, and everything in between.
And then, with her tongue stroking his, her hands warm and strong on his back, he detonated with a roar of pleasure, any thoughts of hurting her obliterated beneath his explosive release. Somewhere in there he realized she was coming again, crying out his name as her body tensed then released in ecstasy.
Making love to Janica Ellis was beyond amazing. Worlds better than incredible.
Being with her was simply mind-blowing.
But later, what struck him as the most amazing thing of all was not that she'd been able to take all of him and then some.
It wasn't even that she'd used the word "love."
It was how right it was to pull her into his arms, how good it felt to have her curl into the protective curve of his body.
And how natural and easy it was to fall immediately into the deep, healing sleep he so desperately needed.
Chapter Eight
Luke woke to a dark bedroom.
Janica's bedroom.
Apart from the fact that she must have gotten up to turn off the light at some point, they hadn't moved for hours. Still curled into his body, Janica's breathing was even, her back to his chest. Her ass was softly pressing against his groin, her breasts resting against his forearm.
He didn't need time to react to her warm, naked body. He was already there, as hard and ready as if he hadn't already fucked her senseless.
He couldn't have gotten more than three or four hours of sleep and yet he felt better than he did after a full night's rest.
Almost as if being with Janica had restored him in some elemental way.
Shifting slightly in her sleep, her butt cheeks slid against his cock. His body wanted badly to take over, to shift her another inch so that he could experience all of that slick warmth again.
He'd never wanted anything more than to take her again.
She shifted again, almost right where he wanted her, but just as he was about to give in to his baser desires, just as he had only hours ago, he suddenly heard her voice in his head, as clearly as if she were speaking aloud.
I love you, Luke.
If she hadn't said those words to him, if he could have pretended she was no different than any other woman he'd been with...
Fuck.
She wasn't just anyone. She was his best friend's little sister. She was his sister-in-law.
And she thought she was in love with him.
What had he done?
*
Janica felt Luke shift beside her as he worked to slide his arm out from beneath her frame.
Her heart started pounding. Hard.
In the real world where things made sense and she stayed on one side of the playground while Luke stayed on the other, she knew he was right to leave. That whatever had happened between them was all wrong.
But, God, it had felt so right.
Better than right.
Perfect.
And in the dark, in the aftermath of those moments when he'd called her sweetheart and looked into her eyes as if he really and truly cared about her, all she knew was that she would die inside if he left.
"Stay."
He stilled, like a thief caught in the act.
And maybe he was a thief, she thought. Because somehow, when she wasn't looking, he'd snuck in and stolen her heart.
Damn him.
Seductively, instinctively, she rubbed herself against him so that his rock-hard shaft slid between her already slick labia, the soft curve of her butt cheeks. Reaching around for one of his hands, she placed it over one of her breasts.
Her nipple beaded against his large hand and she could feel him pulsing against the flesh between her thighs, still tender from his wonderfully rough lovemaking.
A few more seconds and, oh please, his incredible cock would be sliding back into her pussy and she could experience pure ecstasy for a second time.
Only, the next thing she knew she was alone in her bed.
And the worst part of it was that he didn't say anything. He simply pulled away from her and walked naked out of her bedroom.
Stunned, she lay there for a moment, cold without his arms around her, empty without his thick
heat driving into her.
Fortunately, anger came fast on the heels of her shock.
Jumping off the bed, she rushed into her living room to see that Luke was almost fully dressed already.
"You're leaving."
His face was an impenetrable mask. "Yes."
So that was the way it was going to be?
Fine. She didn't want any apologies from him. And she definitely didn't want his thanks for a killer fuck.
He hadn't taken anything from her that she hadn't wanted to give.
Except, a small voice in her head whispered, quite possibly, her heart.
Sixty seconds later, he was gone.
*
Luke went home, showered, then headed straight back to the hospital.
One of his colleagues had to need a break, had to have a shift he could fill. As long as he stayed busy he could keep himself from going there, back to Janica's apartment, back to the moment when she'd glared at him and said, You're leaving.
What she'd really meant was, Fuck you.
Even after his shower, he swore he could scent her, as if her beautiful essence had slipped past his skin, all the way into his cells. His cock thickened beneath his scrubs and he worked like hell to douse his growing hard-on, which was completely inappropriate for a doctor to be sporting. But he had to work even harder to crush that twinge in his gut that told him he'd been a complete asshole.
And that she'd deserved a hell of a lot better of a goodbye than he'd given her.
Especially since he hadn't said goodbye at all. He'd just left like a fucking coward.
Trying to focus his vision on the staffing board, he was about to call Bonnie to tell her not to bother coming in, when Eileen Jones, the hospital's head psychiatrist said, "Good morning, Luke. You're just the person I wanted to see. Would you mind coming into my office for a quick chat?"
He was barely in her door when she hit him with, "You're too tired. You need to take some time off."
"I'm fine," he shot back. Quickly realizing he needed to back off the defensive or she'd definitely think something was up, he sat down in an open chair and put his hands behind his head.
She didn't look at all convinced. "When's the last time you slept?"
"I spent last night in bed."
Which was true. He just hadn't been sleeping.
And, sweet Lord, Janica had been hot. Better than anything he could have ever imagined.