Page 17 of Iowa Intellect
“You’ve seen it all before,” I remind her.
“Not like this, though. I truly don’t view patients in a medical setting like this,” she tells me.
I have the feeling that I know what she means, but I ache to hear the words fall from her lips. “Like what?”
“Like I might die if I don’t have you on me and in me right now.”
Her raw, bold statement gives me an addictive rush. Suddenly, my world collapses to her and only her. Nothing else is here. Nothing else is out there. Nothing else matters.
I slide on a condom from the bedside table, join her on the bed, and reach down between us to stroke her slick core. Within moments, pleasure shudders through her as she pumps her hips to my rhythm.
Before the orgasm ebbs, I rise up and glide into her. She’s gloriously tight. I’ve never felt anything so wonderful.
She cries out, so I freeze for a moment, fully seated within her. But then her body lets me know that she wants this as much as I do. She wraps her limbs around me, and pulses up toward me with her face a mask of mindless bliss.
The fire raging through my system is out of control. I’ve never lost myself like this. I can’t seem to get close enough to her magnetic pull.
She must feel the same way because she tugs on my ass, pulling me into her, urging me to go deeper and harder. Some rational sliver of my brain is concerned about hurting her, but she clenches tight around me and thrashes her head from side to side, making me forget everything but the intoxicating shockwaves she’s creating deep within me.
My pulse thrums in my head, skyrocketing as our bodies strain together. Power surges as I surrender to her, giving her everything I have and more.
She quivers beneath me as her passionate moans, half-lidded eyes, and gripping hands urge me on.
A rush of crackling energy flares as the burst of pleasure radiates through me. She screams my name as she meets me thrust for thrust. I tense and shudder as the coil of pressure releases and white-hot lava rips through my body.
Our bodies jerk together with aftershock tingles as I gaze down into her eyes.
I lean away and make quick work of setting the condom aside, then I lock my arm around her, keeping her tight against me as I whisper near her ear, “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
Even though her head is resting on my damp chest, I can tell she’s smiling when she answers, “That was even better than I imagined.”
My eyes fall shut on the indescribable high of both being intimate with the amazing woman of my dreams and realizing that she had pictured this, too.
The last thing I expected was to wake up in the morning with a start, only to realize that Caroline is gone.
18
CAROLINE
Last night was the absolute best time of my life––bar none. I have no doubts that there will never be anything that could ever top it. Brock is an amazing, giving, thoughtful, tender, and passionate lover. I couldn’t have asked for a better way to lose my virginity. My long wait was definitely worth it for that mind-blowing experience.
But today is a new day. It’s time to face the harsh reality of my life. I can’t be the team’s doctor and continue to sleep with Brock. It isn’t professional or ethical, and it simply isn’t me. I’m not a natural rule breaker––never have been and never will be.
The obvious solution is to give up my gig as the team’s physician, but this job provides the vast majority of my income. Seeing a few patients on the side and working as a mermaid-for-hire won’t earn enough money for me to live on––even if I majorly cut back my expenses.
Besides, I’m sure Brock was relieved to find me gone this morning. Hockey players aren’t exactly known for their desire to be in lasting, monogamous relationships.
My early departure saved him from having to come up with an excuse to get me to leave. That awkward morning-after discussion where he would have to break the news to me that our magnificent time together was a one-night stand is not something either of us would have enjoyed.
This man is not the long-term relationship type. I knew that going in to our tryst, so it’s not like I can blame him for it. I truly only have myself to blame for any of this mess. So, it’s up to me to get us out of it. I’ll force myself to act natural and professional around Brock, as if he is any other patient.
It will be hard, but I can do it––I am enough. My mind is brilliant, and I am worthy.My mantra falls especially flat today because, despite how much I’d love to believe those words, I’m truly not feeling like I possess any of these qualities right now.
I get to work even earlier than normal. I’m jittery and jumpy as the players start trickling in for practice.
This first time seeing Brock after our night together will be pivotal to our relationship going forward. If it is uncomfortable, things are sure to remain strained between us for a long while. But if we can somehow manage to be civil and somewhat normal with each other, it will likely go a long way toward forging a tentative, if slightly awkward, friendship with each other.
My frazzled nerves are going to make any semblance of normalcy between us practically impossible, but I’m determined to do my best to act unbothered. I wish I could don the sparkly tail and shiny wig that bring out my confident and bubbly mermaid persona, but in this environment, the camouflage of my medical lab coat will have to suffice.
