Page 37 of One Last Rodeo

She moves them wider.

“Good. Touch your pussy. Get it nice and wet for me.”

She slides two fingers through the slickness, rolling across her clit like I asked.

I push my boxers down and watch her reaction. Her eyes go wide when she sees me for the first time. I like that. Good for my ego when I feel like compared to her, this is all I have to offer. A nice dick and a willing tongue.

I roll the condom on, checking it twice, then three times, because I need to be sure I don't fuck that part of this night up, before crawling back over her and settling between her thighs. She lies back, removes her fingers, and locks eyes with me like she’s bracing for impact.

"Might hurt a little, but I promise I'll make it good. You ready, Doc?"

She nods. "Yes. I’m ready. Fuck me, Jensen."

Chapter 10 – Jensen

“Medically, I understand that this will fit,” she says. Her face is so serious it almost makes me laugh.?

I smile at her. “But in reality?”

She winces. “It might hurt a little going in.”

“I’ll make sure you’re ready,” I promise, brushing my thumb over her hip bone. Her body responds without her realizing it, arching up to my touch like she wants more.She wants more of me.

That's something I might never be able to wrap my mind around.

She hooks one heel around my waist, pulling me closer to her until my cock's nestled against her soaked pussy. There’s nothing but a thin bit of plastic protecting us now. Her voice is quieter when she asks, “Whose room is next to yours?”

“Micah’s on one side, Raf’s on the other.”

“Do you think that they can hear what we’re doing?”

I shake my head. “I don’t think so. Unless you want to get loud. I can pull your hair, grip the headboard, scream ‘Yes, Doctor Alba!’ a few times if you’d like to test it out,” I tease as I drag my cockhead through her pussy, feeling how warm and wet it is.

She swats at my chest. “No. That would be terrible. No one can know about this.”

I slide two fingers inside her, checking to be sure she’s ready. She's soaked. It'll fit.

I nod. “I know. You already said that."And it's starting to bother me. "Why’d you ask then?”

“I’m just checking.”

I pause, the question slipping out before I can stop it. “Would it really be the worst thing if people knew we slept together?”

She doesn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

It shouldn’t sting. I tell myself it’s because she’s the doctor for the Series. That’s all. It has to be all. But the answer still lands low in my chest, right beneath the scar she fixed. Because a part of me can't help wondering if it's more than that. Maybe she's embarrassed by me. Embarrassed that she lowered her standards enough to spend one night with a guy who isn’t at her caliber.

Hell, the only other man she's ever been with was her fiancé. Of course she's embarrassed. She doesn't respect what I do. She thinks I'm reckless. Foolish. For her, this is just sex. I could be anyone, and it wouldn’t be different for her.

“You ready?” I ask quietly, trying to push aside thoughts of what comes after and the insecurities that always seem to find a wayin when I least want them to. I need to focus on the time I have with her right now instead of worrying about the moment it's over. Because it will be over. Soon.

She nods, and I guide just the tip of me inside her. The tight, hot squeeze of entering her nearly blinds me. I go slow—painfully slow—because I don't want her to remember this night and associate it with hurt, and I know this might sting a little at first.

One inch. Then another. She sucks in a breath, watching me like her life depends on seeing every millimeter as it enters her. I drag myself out, then back in a little deeper. Again. And again. A slow push-pull until the last stiff part of me disappears inside her warmth, swallowed to the hilt.

She lets out a heavy breath. “Wow.”

“You okay?”