Page 7 of Big Catch
Alyssa
Ohmigod. Ohmigod. Ohmigod.
I cannot believe for one second that the hottie from the ER is here in Antigua. I touch my mouth, my lips still tingling from that scorching kiss. A quiver moves through me as I picture his mouth on other parts of my body, kissing away my stress as he brings to me orgasm. I squeeze my legs tight, my entire being in hyperdrive just from thinking about it.
Aly.
God, no one ever calls me that. I used to hate it, until I heard it on Braydon’s lips. I pace to the window and pull back my curtain to take in the dark night. The nearly full moon glistens on the water, and I exhale to calm my jittery nerves. Truthfully, I’m still a little shocked that of all the places in the entire world, I’m here with Braydon in Antigua, staying in his inherited villa, no less. Either it was a lucky coincidence, or whichever girlfriend drew my name on New Year’s Eve and, for my twenty-fifth birthday, had to sponsor an epic vacation—where “epic” and “sex” can be interchanged—did a whole lot of legwork to make this happen.
They all knew about the hottie in the ER who asked me out. Sure, I wanted to go, but with my crazy work schedule and a code of conduct between patient and doctor, I had to say no. But I’m not at work anymore, and he’s not my patient.
But no matter the circumstance that brought me to Antigua, I plan to take full advantage of the situation. The other girls who’d gone on their vacations all had crazy epic sex stories to share, and dammit, I want to go back with stories of my own. That’s what this vacation is all about, right?
Go for it, Alyssa.
With my body jittery, hyped up on hormones, I drop the curtain and walk to my bedroom door. I press my ear against it and listen for movement in the hall. The elderly couple went to bed early, and the four girls traveling together have gone into town for drinking and dancing. Earlier, as Braydon put out the fire from the clambake, I excused myself and dashed to my room to get ready for bed.
But I don’t want to go to bed—at least, not alone.
I glance at my open suitcase. Part of the New Year’s Eve pact was that our sponsors were to provide everything for our adventure—right down to the clothes we wore.
While my personal wardrobe is conservative, I’m not worried about finding something sexy to wear. Whichever girl packed my bag, she filled it with sexy clothes I wouldn’t normally put on—well, except for the white hospital coat, and I’m still scratching my head over that one. At first, I was upset by the skimpy wardrobe. Now, not so much.
Footsteps sound in the hall, and my heart leaps with a double dose of excitement and nervousness. I hurry to the door and look through the peephole. The hall is dark, but I catch a glimpse of Braydon’s wide back and broad shoulders before he goes into the room next to mine. When his door shuts, I dart to my suitcase. I push aside my medical bag—I know I’m on vacation, but I don’t go anywhere without it—and pull out a sexy lace bra and panty set. At the last minute, I grab my white coat. I dress and give myself a once over in the mirror. I examine my painted toenails—all part of my dossier, and now ruined from the clam-digging excursion—then slip into my coat.
I look through the peephole and bite back a breathy moan as my pulse races, but I’ll be damned if I allow nerves to stop me. I want this. Correction—I deserve this. Especially after working hard my whole life, skipping grades and completing med school at the young age of twenty-two. I pace the room, giving Braydon time to crawl into bed. Seconds turn to minutes, and when I no longer hear any noise coming from his room, I step into the hall, lock the door behind me, and put the key in my coat pocket.
I fix my hair, even though it’s dark, and put my hand on Braydon’s doorknob. I tap quietly and wait a moment, my nerves on fire. God, is he asleep already? I knock again, a little louder this time.
“
Yeah,” a groggy voice says, and I wonder if I waited too long. Maybe he’s too tired for this. Maybe he doesn’t want me. My lips take that moment to tingle again, a reminder of the kiss. Oh yeah, he wants this as much as I do.
“Can I come in?”
A moment of silence and then, “Door’s unlocked.”
My heart races, and I work to pull myself together as I open the door. I see a big dark figure on the bed, and my body stirs to life as I examine Braydon’s outline. Forcing my wobbly legs to move, I step toward him and catch his scent: beach, sand, pure male.
“Hey,” he says, his voice deep, raspy from sleep—not that I can really hear him all that well with my heart thundering so hard in my ears.
Moonlight slants in through the crack in his curtain, and I stand before it, giving him a view of my coat.
“I was thinking,” I begin, my voice full of sensual invitation as I ache to indulge in his body. “Since there aren’t many doctors here in your small community, you should be taking advantage of the one you have sleeping under the same roof as you.”
His breathing changes, becomes harsher, and pleasure races through me. It excites me to know he’s as into this game as I am. With that knowledge, I slowly slide my coat from my shoulders to expose the sexy lace panty set beneath.
“We should probably start with a little mouth-to-mouth, then maybe we can move on to a deeper physical examination.” I walk toward him, and he runs a hand through his hair like he’d done a few times earlier today, a groan catching in his throat.
“I—” he begins, but I cut him off.
“Shh, you can’t talk during mouth-to-mouth,” I explain and crawl onto the bed with him. I’m about to straddle his hips, but strong hands grasp my shoulders and roll me until I’m captured beneath his large frame. I try to breathe but can hardly fill my lungs, partly because he’s pressing down on me and partly because he’s taking full possession of my body and it excites the hell out of me.
His lips close over mine, and I readily open for him. Unlike this afternoon, his kiss is harder, more demanding. I moan, and his hands go to my hair. He deepens the kiss as he pushes wispy strands from my face, and I squirm when his hard cock presses against my thigh.
He kisses me fiercely, his probing and thrusting tongue shutting down my mind and feeding the hunger building inside me. God, I want this…need this. He shifts, his cock pressing hard against my legs as his hands begin an exploration of my body. My flesh burns everywhere he touches and his lips sear my skin as they leave mine and go to my throat.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, his voice so hoarse I hardly recognize it. “You taste like candy.”
