Page 92 of In Your Wildest Dreams
My heart skips a beat and the emotions bubbling to the surface play out on my face in a way that there’s no playing it cool.
“What are you doing here?” I ask as I close the distance between us. I want to throw my arms around him and kiss the crap out of him.
He’s wearing black athletic pants and a long coat over a Wildcat T-shirt. He pulls off athleisure so well it’s scary.
“We just got back and I thought I’d stop by and see if you’ve taken your break yet.”
“She has not,” Hannah says giving me a pointed stare. I’m going to have a lot of explaining to do later. Maybe I should have told her, but since it’s casual, I didn’t want to oversell what’s happening. Plus, it’s not something I want to get out with Gabe working for the Wildcats.
My coworker tips her head toward the elevators. “Go. I’ll cover you.”
“Thank you.”
She watches with a knowing smile as Ash threads his fingers through mine and pulls me away.
He bypasses the elevator and drags me to the first empty room on the VIP wing. I’m laughing when he brings his mouth down onto mine.
No one should come down here tonight, but I guide us back out in the hallway and across to the on-call room just in case. It’s small and almost never used. The hospital added on much nicer ones downstairs in the surgery center, but this one has a bed and that’s all I need.
“I was going to bring you lunch, but I got sidetracked trying to get here as fast as I could.” He mumbles the words against my lips and then kisses me again.
“It’s okay. I usually just grab a protein bar or something.”
“I’ll bring food next time.”
Next time. The promise makes my heart flutter. I press my mouth harder against his to block out the war of emotions. It feels like too much, too fast, but I can’t seem to make myself slow down.
“I missed you.”
I grab a fistful of his T-shirt and guide us toward the bed. He chuckles in my ear as I sit on the creaky mattress and try to pull him down with me. “I take it you missed me too.”
I don’t know why I hold on to the words so closely. It’s obvious to him I did, but instead of saying the words, I slide his coat off.
His playful smile darkens when I reach for his pants.
“Fuck, really?”
I nod.
He grabs a condom from his wallet while I take him out of his pants. I still can’t get over how big he is.
He covers himself and then pulls the ties on my scrub pants. “Turn over.”
As I flip onto my stomach, Ash tugs my pants and panties down to my knees. “Your ass in these scrubs will be the death of me.”
One large hand settles on my lower back as he teases my entrance with the head of his cock. He doesn’t need to worry about me being ready for him. I was soaked the second he kissed me. But he still works me over until I’m desperate for him.
I push back against him, taking him deeper.
“Oh, fuck, baby. I’m not going to be able to last long. Been dreaming about this pussy for three days.” His words make a shiver roll down my spine.
I cry out as he fills me completely. Ash stills and lets out a groan before he moves again. Every thrust is torture and bliss. My orgasm is on a hair trigger, released when he whispers my name against my neck.
“Ash,” I call out in reply, hoping that he understands in that one word all the things I’m not saying. I missed him. I really like him. This thing between us feels so good.
He follows me after another slow, languorous thrust. The air is filled with our ragged breathing. Ash presses a kiss against my shoulder before he pulls out.
“Well, that was unexpected,” he says after disposing of the condom.
