Page 57 of Sweethearts and Savages
“Goddess, Stace, are you going to leave me any?”
She gave me a slight frown. “You would need to lose far more than this to exsanguinate, Enit.”
I’d quickly realized that there were two sides to Stacey. The Doctor and the Lover. Down here, surrounded by her sterile surfaces and medical equipment, she was very much the professional.
She released the tourniquet and I rolled down my sleeve. “I’ll run some tests and see if I can’t work out why you are wasting.”
I rolled my eyes. “Stacey, I’m hardly wasting.”
She made a disapproving noise and moved toward me, putting her stethoscope in her ears. I sat still, breathing when she told me to breath, moving and stretching as directed. “Everything sounds fine.”
She was beginning to sound frustrated, and I pulled her around so she was standing between my knees. “I’m fine,” I lied, once again glad she wasn’t a shifter. I gripped her chin, making her look at me. “I love you, Stacey.”
She froze in my arms, her eyes searching my face for any hint of untruth. She swallowed hard and leaned forward, closing her eyes as she kissed me softly. “Love you too, Enit. Always have.”
I kissed her back, nibbling her full, soft lips. “I know. I’m sorry it took me so long to realize what was in front of me all this time.”
She deepened the kiss and I moaned as her tongue stroked mine. How an asexual woman knew how to kiss this well without practice was a mystery. I smiled against her lips as she owned my mouth with the precision of someone who had studied the hell out of this. She pushed at the edges of my sundress, slipping the straps down my shoulders. My nipples peaked under her gaze as she drew away and stared at them.
I grabbed her chin again. “Stace, we don’t have to do this.”
She smiled at me. “I want to,” she whispered, lowering her head to my breast. “I’ve researched this.”
I stifled the laugh, because of course she had. And when she wrapped her pout around my nipple, I sucked in a breath. My fingers weaved into the curls of her hair, holding her to me as she sucked and nipped with just the right amount of pressure. “Stacey!”
She moved to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment, maybe a little rougher, like she was experimenting to see what I liked.
I watched her face, and her eyes were alight in a way I rarely saw outside the lab. Like she was proud of herself.
Her hands ran up my thighs, and she gently tugged them further apart. She hooked her stool with her foot, and pulled it closer to the edge of the table. Apparently, I had a doctor fetish, because just at the sight of her looking up from between my thighs, completely put together except where my hands had tugged out some of her curls, I moaned.
She bit her lip, looking nervous for the first time. I was up on my elbows, not wanting to miss the way her soft fingers rubbed circles on my thighs, or the way her hungry eyes watched my face for my reactions.
I frowned, about to tell her again that she didn’t have to do this, that I lovedher, not the physical pleasure she could bring me, but as if she sensed my impending words, she pushed my dress up around my waist and slid her fingers against my damp underwear. I sucked in a breath.
She gripped the waistband and slid them down my thighs, and I lifted my ass to make it easier.
She huffed out a breath that brushed over my overheated core. I was trembling on the edge of the treatment bed, my body on the precipice of something. That moment when you know pleasure is coming, the way your whole body goes tight as it waits for it.
Then finally, when that moment dragged on for so long I thought I was going to explode, her tongue flicked against my clit. I squeaked out a moan, and she did it again.
“Goddess,” I let out on a breathy whisper, and I didn’t know if I was praying to the deity or talking about my beautiful girlfriend.
Probably both.
She’d done her research. She sucked my clit and I rolled my hips up into her face. She did it again and I made a long, low moan that echoed around the room. When she slid a finger inside me, I couldn’t help myself, gripping her head tighter. “Stacey!” I gasped, and she pushed another finger inside me, rolling them in a wave motion that was making me see stars.
The door burst open. “Doc, have you seen…”
I relaxed when I realized it was Bohdie. He stood there in the door, looking between us. “Oh shit, sorry, I’ll, uh, fuck I’m going to go—”
“Stay, Alpha. I’d like your input.”
My whole body flushed. Did she mean…
“You want me to watch as you eat out our girlfriend?” he said, his voice an octave higher than normal, and he cleared his throat. He looked between us, dropping his voice low. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. I want to make her ejaculate.” As if to make her point, she sucked on my clit again, and Bohdie locked the door, stepping further into the room.
