Page 57 of Seduction
And then it implodes.
He goes deep, his hips stilling but not his fingers. My muscles clench wildly, his name leaving my lips on a scream, which is drowned out by thunder. He grunts, pressing his face into my back. Tiny shudders grip my body, my contractions dying down to intermittent clenches. Lifeless, I lie on the bed, listening to the sounds of our ragged breathing. Jon wraps both arms around me, dropping gentle kisses on the back of my neck. With a moan, I snuggle closer to him.
“I need to take care of the condom,” he says, his voice soft.
I grunt in disapproval but allow him to move. Shifting to my side of the bed, I ogle his ass as he walks to the bathroom. When I can’t see him anymore, I stare up at the ceiling, running my hands over my body.That. Was. Incredible!It was better than I ever imagined or even hoped for. I can’t wait to do it again!
“Starting again without me?”
Smirking, he slides under the covers. I join him, laying my head on his chest, throwing an arm around his waist, a leg between his.
“Just feeling the aftereffects of the force. It’s quite strong with this one.”
He laughs at myStar Warsparaphrasing, curling his arm around my shoulder.
“I was just hoping I wouldn’t embarrass myself.”
“Nope. No chance of that, Doctor. In fact….” I slide my leg farther over, straddling him. “I think it’s time for a follow-up.”
My clit pulses as I stare down at him—eyes twinkling, lips red from my kisses, hair tousled from my fingers. He’s just missing one thing.
“Where are you going?” he asks as I hop off the bed.
I run to the bathroom, retrieving his glasses, then climbing back on top of him. He allows me to put them on his face, fixing it when I’m done.
“Perfect.” Reaching down, I stroke him until he starts to harden. “Now, let’s see if theydoget in the way.”
***
A sound jerks me awake, pulling me out of a blissful dream. I open my eyes, seeing Jon grabbing his phone from the nightstand. It wasn’t just a dream. He’s here. He’s here, and everything from my dream really happened. I reach for him, but he throws his legs over the side of the bed, putting the phone to his ear.
“Dr. Emerson.” He listens for a while, then replies, “I’ll be there as soon as I can.” He hangs up, shaking his head. “Shit.”
“What is it?” I move closer, placing my hand on his shoulder, kissing his back. “Everything okay?”
“I have to go to the hospital. One of my patients is in labor and asking for me.”
“I’ll get your clothes.”
I retrieve my T-shirt from the floor, dragging it over my head as I walk away, noting it has stopped raining. Of course I’m bummed he has to leave, but this is his job, and his patient needs him more than I do. Back in my room, I meet him exiting the bathroom. I freeze, taking in his magnificent body. He’s all lean muscle, not an ounce of fat anywhere. Even soft, the appendage hanging between his thighs has me licking my lips. Smirking, he takes his boxers and jeans from me.
“I’ll come back for my cut. I’m just gonna head straight to St. Johns.”
“Okay.”
I sit on the edge of the bed, watching him dress, wishing it was in reverse. He shrugs into his shirt, buttoning it as he moves to the nightstand for his wallet, keys, and phone. Socks in hand, he jerks his head for me to follow. Downstairs, I watch him again as he puts on his socks and steps into his boots. Reaching for me, he grabs the front of my T-shirt, tugging me into his arms. His hand slides into my hair, pulling my head back before he presses a kiss to my lips, squeezing my ass with his free hand.
“Get some sleep, babe. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
I nod, waiting for him to ride away before I lock up. Skipping up the stairs, I return to my bedroom, picking up my discarded panties. As I step into them, the picture on my dresser catches my eye. Eddie.Oh, God. Eddie. I turn to the bed, seeing the indentation of Jon’s head in the pillow. On Eddie’s side of the bed. What did I just do? Inourbed?
I rip off the sheets and pillowcases, rushing back downstairs to toss them in the washer. My skin itches. I throw my shirt and underwear in with the sheets, running upstairs to the bathroom. Tears well in my eyes as I turn the shower to hot and step under the spray. Jon’s scent clings to my body, and I need to get it off.
Eddie’s gone. Eddie’s gone.
No matter how many times I repeat the mantra, it’s of no use. I know he’s gone; been gone for four years.
So why do I feel like I just cheated on him?
