Page 49 of Crash: Love in Scrubs
I disappeared into the bathroom, grabbing a bottle of warming massage oil from the drawer.
I was about to learn this woman. Not just her curves, but the language of her body. The stutter in her breath when I hit the right spot, the shiver that traveled her spine when I grazed a nerve ending. I’d been trained to heal, to fix what was broken. But Sametra wasn’t broken; she was perfect. And tonight, I was going to show her just how perfect she was to me.
When I stepped back into the room, she was perched at the edge of my bed, her fingers lightly tracing the comforter, her eyes darting up to mine. Nervous, but not scared. Her breathing was shallow, anticipatory, waiting for me to close the distance between us.
“I’ve been thinking about this since the moment I laid eyes on you.”
I pulled my shirt over my head slowly, watching her eyes drag over every inch of skin I revealed. Her eyes roamed over my tattoos, chiseled chest, and toned arms.
“What’s that for?” she asked, nodding toward the bottle.
“You’ll see,” I murmured. “But first, get rid of that damn dress.”
She stood, heart-shaped mouth parted just slightly, and let the wrap dress slide off her shoulders. It puddled around her ankles and perfectly manicured toes. My gaze dropped, and my pulse kicked into overdrive.
Black lace. Brown skin. Nipples pebbling under an intricately designed bra. Her thighs were thick and softly touching. Flat stomach with a slight budge. It was sexy, and so were the stretch marks traveling up her thighs.
I couldn’t speak. Didn’t need to.
I reached for her chin, tilting her face up until those damn eyes met mine. “Those eyes are going to get you in trouble,” I murmured. “Lie back for me, baby.”
She watched me, eyes trailing every inch, burning this image into her mind. I felt her attention in my chest. In my dick. In my damn bones.
I poured oil into my hands, the soft click of the cap slicing through the silence. Coconut and vanilla rose in the air, rich and warm, like her. Like this moment. Something I’d never forget.
I rubbed the oil between my palms and placed my hands on her feet. I kissed her toes first one by one. Then took her big toe in my mouth and locked eyes with her while I sucked gently. She moaned low in her throat. It surprised her. I grinned against her skin and moved up to her ankles. I nibbled on them, causing her to giggle. I watched her tension melt away with each knead of my thumbs into her calves. Another sigh floated out of her, softer this time, like she’d let go of whatever was holding her back.
“You good? Still with me?” I asked, heat rising behind my smirk. I took pride in my gifted hands.
She nodded, gaze glassy. “Better than good, this rub down feels amazing.”
I worked upward, spreading her legs just enough to give my hands space. Her skin shimmered from the oil, her thighs twitching as I pressed into them. I let one rest across my shoulder, digging in with slow, controlled pressure.
“This body mine tonight. Relax, baby.”
Her breath hitched when I brushed the crease of her inner thigh, just barely grazing where she was already soaked. She bit her lip, fingers clutching the sheets.
“Malik,” she whispered.
“I got you,” I grumbled, finally letting my hand slide between her thighs. My fingers met heat and wetness that made me groan, forehead dropping to rest against her leg.
“Goddamn, baby. You this wet for me?”
Her answer was a broken moan. I slid two fingers inside, my thumb circling her swollen clit with slight pressure. She arched beneath me, her body chasing every touch. The way she opened up for me, soft and greedy at the same time, had me seeing red. I’d touched a lot of women, but nothing ever felt like this. Every pulse, every slick stroke against my fingers, was confirmation that this wasn’t just lust. She was ready. For me. And I was gon’ make sure she never questioned what this body meant to me.
“You feel that?”
“Yes...Yes…Malik…”
“Breathe for me, baby.”
She was trembling now, chest rising in ragged gasps, sweat pooling at her collarbone. I watched her unravel in real time, every flick, press, curl of my fingers building her higher until she snapped.
“Yeah, that’s it. That’s what I want,” I murmured, voice low, steady. “Let that shit go. I want all of it, MiMi. Don’t fight it.”
Her thighs clamped around my hand as she came hard, shaking, moaning my name like it was the only word she knew.
“F-fuck, Malik, Malik!”
