Page 39 of One Night with the Doctor

‘Of course,’ she said, forcing a note of professional courtesy into her voice. He would know better than her what he needed and she had to give him the space he was asking for like she would any other professional.

This wasn’t personal.

She buckled up her seat belt again. ‘No problems. I’ll see you when you get home.’

He nodded and exited the car.

Sebastian inserted his key into Callie’s door. He felt old and weary and he wanted her. Needed her. He knew he’d disappointed her by pushing her away earlier but he needed her now. After a harrowing afternoon he needed to get lost in her, to take him away from the memories that had dogged him since their call out to Frank’s place.

His father. His childhood. Afghanistan.

He needed to look forward, not back. To affirm that life was good and right and decent.

‘Callie?’ he called as he threw his keys on the hallstand. He didn’t get an answer so he called again as he walked into the empty lounge. Hearing water running, he headed towards the bedroom. ‘Callie?’

Her, ‘In the shower,’ drifted towards him and his pulse quickened.

Toeing his shoes off, he stopped only to strip off his socks before walking past her bed towards the en suite and then through the open doorway that connected the two rooms to find her, as she had already said, in the shower.

She was gloriously wet and naked, her head tipped back, her eyes shut as she washed shampoo out of her hair. Soapy water sluiced down her long, strong body, over her breasts and the curve of her belly and down her thighs.

Bubbles clung to her nipples.

He hardened instantly, desire roaring through his system like a tornado as he reached for his top button. She opened her eyes and stared directly at him with a soft gaze that seemed to see right inside him, and he got harder. Their eyes locked as he stripped off his shirt, undid his belt, pushed off his trousers and underwear.

Sebastian didn’t ask permission, just opened the shower door, stepped inside and reached for her. She came to him eagerly, plastering her wet body against him and he devoured her mouth, needing it, needing her more than he needed air, his pulse pounding through his head.

Pushing her back against the wall, he trapped her body against the cold tiles and she met his ardour with startling ferocity. Her nipples were two hard points against his chest as he ground his erection against her hot slick centre.

He needed more though. So much more.

Tearing his mouth from hers Sebastian moved lower, capturing a nipple as his hand moved to her other breast, his thumb circling and flicking. He sucked hard and she cried out as his teeth grazed the tight bud in his mouth and Sebastian groaned his satisfaction.

But he wasn’t the only one exploring lower as her hand clamped around his erection. He panted as sparks of electricity spread to his balls and the base of his spine. She angled him to her entrance and Sebastian slid his hands under her buttocks, lifted her feet off the floor and anchored her against the wall with his hips and chest.

‘God… I want you so bad,’ he muttered as her legs automatically circled his waist and his rampant, aching cock nudged at her entrance.

‘Yes, Sebastian. Now. Take me, please.’

Sebastian heard the desperation in her voice, felt it deep inside him too – the urge to drive into her, to claim her, overwhelming. Her slick heat sucked at the engorged dome of his cock, coursing pleasure all the way down his throbbing shaft and it took all his willpower to resist her urgent demand.

He pressed his forehead against the side of her neck and took a couple of calming breaths. ‘Callie, we can’t, I didn’t bring a condom in the shower with me.’

‘No.’ She shook her head vehemently, her hands sliding either side of his face, angling it to look at her, eyes blazing. ‘I don’t want any barriers. I want to feel you, truly you. All of you. I don’t want anything between us tonight.’

Sebastian was breathing hard as a bloom of some emotion he couldn’t identify played havoc with his common sense. He wanted that too. Wanted to feel her around him, flesh on flesh. To be closer to her than he’d ever been.

Even if it was just this once.

‘Fuck me, Sebastian,’ she murmured, squirming against him. ‘Give me all of you.’

Sebastian hissed out a breath as their gazes locked. Her heat and slickness teased the taut sensitive crown of his cock and he knew that one push of his hips into all that slippery tightness and he’d be buried to the hilt.

‘It’s okay,’ she whispered.

Then she claimed his lips in a truly dirty dance, pushing her tongue deep into his mouth, clearly mimicking what she wanted him to do down lower and Sebastian gave it to her on a surge of high-octane lust. She cried out as he entered her and he roared as it triggered something primal.

It felt good. So damn good, skin on skin, her tight heat gripping him with shocking intimacy. He dug his fingers into the flesh of her buttocks as he pulled out and thrust in again the sensation almost crippling as he buried his head into the curve where her neck met her shoulder.