Page 78 of Paging Dr. Breakup
When he spun back around, Deirdre had turned on the living room lamp, toed off her boots, and started undoing the buttons on his shirt. She froze mid-button and met what he assumed was his mouth-open stare.
“Too fast?” Her chest rose and fell like she had been sprinting.
He snaked an arm around her waist and pressed her against his erection, his breathing equally rapid. “Not fast enough.”
Leaning away, he pulled off the shirt then reached for his pants. The thick whiplike sound of his belt leaving the loops was followed by her intake of air. Good. Her pupils dilated in the lamplight. He wanted more of that look. The one where her lips parted, and her eyes went wide.
He closed the distance between them, slid both of his hands around her neck, and cupped the back of her head, drawing her mouth to his.
With her fingers, she traced his neck and gripped the hair at the nape, blasting all coherent thought from his mind. When he took another break from his kisses, her face shone up at him, lips glistening. He bent and ran the tip of his tongue over her upper lip.
“God, I want you, Deirdre.”
“You have me.”
He wanted to ask,all of you?
The answer didn’t matter. He was the right guy for the right woman, right now. That was enough.
Dropping down for another kiss, he licked and nipped his way over her neck then back to her lips until her sighs caused an acute reaction in his pelvis. He reached down to adjust his pants. Didn’t help.
The only thing that would cure what ailed him was her trembling and moaning in his arms as she went to blissful pieces.
She drifted her hands over his bare abdomen, drawing shudders and testing his control.
Slowly walking her back to the bedroom while kissing her and discarding clothes along the way, Calvin paused to enjoy the vision of Deirdre. Her hair tousled, sweater off and bra straps sliding down her arms. Yes. More of this. He flipped on the bedside lamp.
She put a hand on his heaving chest and winked at him. “Oh, does this count as exertion? Because the doctor said to avoid that.”
He unhooked her bra and tossed it on the floor. “Well, I’m something of a medical professional myself and therefore can provide an objective second opinion.” He cupped her breast and ran a thumb over the taut tip.
Panting, she said, “I don’t want to be the cause of more damage to your head.”
“My… head… will be damaged if you’re not naked,stat.”
The laugh erupting from her morphed into a keening sound of pleasure as he bent and drew the nipple into his mouth, carefully scraping his teeth over the sensitive flesh.
“Oh my God,” she breathed, tightening her hand on the back of his neck.
After treating the other breast to similar care because he didn’t play favorites, he took her hand and guided her down to the bed.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
“Are you good?”Calvin lifted his head from where he had been busy tormenting her sensitive breasts until she squirmed.
“Very good,” she gasped. “You?”
“I could be better.”
Her sentences had gotten much shorter. Seemed her own brain wasn’t functioning at 100 percent. “Oh?” she asked. Maybe his head injury was causing him issues.
He twirled his tongue over her tight nipple, then lifted his head. “You could be naked.”
“Hey, fair’s fair, buddy.” She pointed at him.
Calvin shucked his pants in a millisecond and then ran his fingertips under the waistband of her leggings. “If you don’t mind laying back, that will help me to not exert myself too much.”
Laughing, she complied, and her hips bucked with the force of him whipping off her leggings and socks. He paused. Waited. Licked his lips. Stared down at her.
