Page 95 of Clinically Delicious
“I’m here,” I murmured against her shoulder, pressing a kiss to her skin.
“What—” She shifted slightly, and I felt her tense as she became aware of my arousal. “Oh.”
“I want you,” I said simply. No point in pretending otherwise.
She was quiet for a moment, and I wondered if she’d say no. If last night had been enough. If the reality of morning had changed things. Then she pressed back against me, a deliberate movement, and I heard the smile in her voice.
“Again?”
“Again.”
“It’s not even six AM.”
“I’m aware.”
“Don’t you have to—I don’t know—go for a run or drink protein shakes or whatever doctors do at dawn?”
I smiled against her neck. “Not today.”
“What about Megan?”
“She won’t be up for at least another hour.”
“An hour?” She shifted again, and I felt her relax back into me. “That’s... that’s a lot of time.”
“I don’t need an hour,” I said, my hand sliding from her hip to her stomach. “But I’ll take it if you’re offering.”
She laughed. A soft and breathy sound that went straight through me. “You’re very confident for someone who just woke up.”
“I’m a surgeon. Confidence is part of the job description.”
“Is seducing your nanny also part of the job description?”
“No,” I admitted, my hand moving lower. “That’s just for you.”
She sucked in a breath as my fingers found her, and I felt how wet she already was.
“Gabriel.”
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” I said, my fingers stroking gently.
“Don’t stop,” she gasped. “Please don’t stop.”
I didn’t.
My fingers explored her slowly, deliberately, learning what made her breath catch, what made her press back against me, what made her say my name in that breathless way that made me want to hear it again and again.
“I need to be inside you,” I whispered against her ear.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Please.”
I reached for the nightstand, fumbling for another condom, as she made a frustrated sound. “Hurry.”
“Patience.”
“I don’t have patience. It’s six in the morning and you’re—you’re doing that thing with your fingers and I—”
I rolled on the condom and positioned myself behind her, my hand on her hip, then pulled her back against me. “Is this okay?” I asked, my cock pressing against her entrance.
