Page 21 of One Night Only

I give her the wad of rolled-up shirt, and she holds it. “Can you see yourself in it?”

Her gasp is like a waft of cool air over my cock. “Yes.”

“Lift your ass,” I say, grabbing the seam of the boxer shorts.

She does, instinctively reacting to my voice, and I harden into steel. God, the trust she shows me is heady.

I pull off the boxers and throw them over my shoulder.

“Dr. Cross?” Her fingers grip the shirt in a death-grip while her eyes widen to big, brown pools. “What are you… ahh…”

I run my hands up from her knees to her thighs and squeeze. She’s all toned over here. The flare of her hips is lush. “You’re like silk everywhere.”

She leans her forehead on my shoulder with a soft cry. Her exhales are rough strokes against my neck as my thumbs inchinward, toward that line where hip meets thigh. Long lashes flutter like butterfly wings when I palm her mound.

A thin strip of hair is at the top and then velvet-soft flesh meets my probing fingers. Fuck, she’s utterly bare! I lick the shell of her ear. “I’m burning with jealousy, Annika.”

She lays her cheek on my shoulder, her body quivering. “Why, Dr. Cross?”

Her question is innocent.She is innocent, my brain screams as if there’s any way to stop this train. I play with the little strip. “That you did this for someone else.”

“Oh.” She closes her eyes as I trace the shape of her lips in gentle strokes, over and over, up and down. I don’t remember ever delving through a woman’s folds to learn all her secrets. Of exploring her like this, of wanting to give her everything a lover could. Or of this intimacy wrapping us in our own bubble.

This, I know, isn’t sex. This is making love to a woman I want to please at any cost, that I want to mark with my fingertips. That I want to impress and protect and claim for my own.

“I did it for myself,” Ani whispers. “I’ve never had an orgasm with someone else, you see. I’m either too deep in my head or trying too hard to please them. And I wondered if I should put more effort into…”

“It’s not your fault,” I bite out, petting her velvety folds. My cock is like steel poking through my trousers.

“No, it’s not. But I didn’t know that, not until I saw you. Not until you kissed me, and I thought I might come just from that,” she says, lashes lifting and falling like snowflakes, hips following my hand in an instinctive dance. “But if you stop teasing me and dip your fingers lower…”

Spine bowing, she jerks as I plunge my thumb between her folds and circle her clit. “Oh, my God. That feels incredible,” she cries out as I increase the speed of my caresses.

Her nails dig into my shoulder painfully as I trail my finger down to her slit. A gush of wetness greets me. I bury my face in her hair and drag a kiss down to her temple. “Are you talking about this, Ani?”

She raises her head and arches her neck, obediently giving me access to more of her. It’s nearly addictive and a little scary how well our bodies and our eyes seem to communicate.

I score my teeth down her tender flesh, then nip her smooth shoulder. Her arousal drenches my finger to the knuckle. “Yes, all for you, Dr. Cross.”

“Put one foot on top of the dresser,” I say, pulling back to give her room.

Her head jerks up. “What? Why?”

“I want to taste you.”

Lust-hazed brown eyes widen as they find mine. “I’ll look indecent.”

“You wanted more, remember?”

She scowls. “You’re mean. And demanding. And… bossy.”

“Ah, now I see why those qualities weren’t good for you. You don’t like to be told what to do.”

“In life, no. In this parallel universe, where only you and I reside, I like it.” A look of wariness enters her eyes. “Is that bad, do you think?”

I lean forward and catch her mouth in a wild, biting kiss. We’re both panting when I pull back. “Nothing is wrong between us. As long as we both want it.”

“And you want me bared completely,” she says, as if she’s getting the gist of it.

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