Page 13 of Take Me Big Boy
I wrap my left hand around her waist and roll her to her back.
“Your arm,” she cries out, grabbing my bicep and pulling it from underneath her. “Jesus, are you insane? Do you want to undo all the work we’ve done this past week?”
“It’s fine.”
“No, it’s not. You have to be careful, Matt, or you’ll wake up tomorrow with your arm sore.”
She’s right, and I know it. Every number in her notebook is proof she’s right. I’m not going to undo a week of her work because I lost my head for ten minutes.
Which is its own problem. Because if her therapy is working, then she stays. And if she stays, I’m in trouble in a way no surgery is going to fix.
She doesn’t know that part. She just knows I’m being reckless with the shoulder she’s been rebuilding for me, and the protectiveness in her voice—for me, when I’m the one twice her size and three times her weight—does something to my chest I don’t have the bandwidth to examine.
She wants me. And right now, with the headache gone and her body soft against mine and her hands still on my arm trying to protect me from myself, I don’t have the discipline left to refuse her. Not when I want her too so badly I ache with it.
I slide my palm under her top and over her stomach, watching those pretty eyes light up with more than just surprise. I feel her shiver against me.
“Matt,” she whimpers, covering her hand with mine. “What are you doing?”
“This,” I rasp, moving my hand up her soft skin and to her bra, brushing a finger over a beaded nipple. I watch her face. Watch the way her eyes dilate, the way her breath catches, the way she doesn’t move my hand away—she covers it with her own, not to stop it, but to stay in contact with it. Her body answers before her mouth does.
“T-this is unprofessional.”
It’s not rejection. Her hand is still over mine. She hasn’t moved.
“You make all your patients feel this good?” The thought of her hands on any other man’s shoulders, her thumbs at any other man’s temple, sends something dark and territorialthrough me.Mine. The voice in my head is getting louder every day.
“I didn’t train for this,” she whimpers, arching into my touch when I pinch her nipple between my knuckles and tug gently. “Matt—”
I move my lips to the side and kiss the line of her jaw, trailing my lips upward. “Some things you learn on the job, little rabbit.”
“And you’re going to teach me?”
“Damn right I am.” Her breath hitches when I push up and brush her lips against mine. Soft, teasing. I move back when she leans up, chuckling at her frustrated whine. “And here’s your first lesson.”
I take her lips in a rough kiss, pouring out the need I’ve kept bottled up from the moment I saw her standing outside my door. Hell, for years it seems. She gasps against my lips, and her hands come up, sliding over my jaw and locking behind my nape. Whatever reservations she had until this moment seem to melt away as she finally gives in to the heat that’s been burning between us.
A moan kindles in my chest as I push in to deepen the kiss, sliding my tongue in her mouth, seeking hers, groaning at the taste of her. More intoxicating than I could’ve ever dreamed up. She’s perfect, so fucking gorgeous—moaning as our tongues tangle. I lose myself in the taste of her, the kiss quickly turning wet and needy.
With a growl, I push closer and pin my throbbing cock between her thighs. I don’t remember wanting anything or anyone as much as I want her. Fucking hell, the way she responds to the kiss, arching into my touch, pulling me harder against her as she surrenders to me. It’s all so goddamned sexy.
Her hands scale my shoulders and drop to my waist, gripping tightly as I rock against her, her thighs parting wider for me. Christ, it would take so little to simply tug her loose pants down, yank down her panties, shove down my sweats, and slam home. I can almost imagine her tightness wrapped around me, the pleasure I could bring us both, but…I can’t.
Even with how long it’s been for me since I last touched a woman, I still know when someone has never been touched or kissed before. So precious. So innocent. The shy and awkward hand job she gave me clued me in on this, but the kiss confirmed it.
It doesn’t make any fucking sense. How someone as gorgeous as Ashley Cork could be a virgin. And whatever sick part of me revels in the fact that no other man has touched her, that’s the part I’ll wrestle with later. Right now, she’s mine to learn—every gasp, every shiver, every place she wants to be touched. Not to corrupt. To memorize.
And it seems, she doesn’t know either, as she mewls and writhes under me, rocking up to meet my thrusts in that eager, curious, innocent way of hers.
“Matt,” she whimpers when I pull away, and Christ, she’s a sight to behold with her drowsy eyes and lips swollen from the kiss. Fuck, I want her. I want her so fucking much it takes everything in me to grasp control. And when those green eyes lock on mine, silently pleading for release, that control wavers.
“So beautiful,” I rasp, sliding my hand down to her hips and slowly dragging her pants down her legs. “You are the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen. And I’ve been all around the world.” I brush my lips over her jaw, nudging her back to kiss her throat as my hand grasps the waistband of her panties. I nip at the sensitive skin behind her ear as I tug down her panties andstrip them off. My hand is back between her thighs, caressing and squeezing her as I lose myself in the soft scent of her. “You smell so good, baby.”
“I do?”
“Yes, and you feel so fucking good too,” I rasp into her skin as I drag my thumb through the center of her pussy, groaning when I find her wet, practically dripping with need. My cock throbs painfully in my sweats, jutting with need to be inside her. “Fuck,” I growl, dragging my thumb through her sex and rubbing against the sensitive bud which sends her hips rising off the couch with a cry.
“Oh God,” she pants, gripping my shoulders as I stroke her swollen clit, rubbing the pad of my thumb over it and increasing the pressure. Faster and rougher. “Matt… Oh God!”
