Page 81 of Wrecked
One more door to open, then it was nothing but sweet, sweet pleasure for as long as she could last. Because he was not gonna stop once they got started.
He opened the door to the second floor. She stopped to peer into his eyes. “When we enter the Blue Room, I’m not Addison. I’m the nurse assigned to care for her patient. Okay?”
She swallowed, then steeled her spine. Her breathing was slow and steady, but there was a vulnerability in her eyes he’d never seen before.
“Understood,” he replied. “You know, I’m a virgin when it comes to role playing.”
Her simple smile lit his insides on fire. His semi twitched, trapped behind his snug boxer briefs.
“I’ll take good care of you.” She squeezed his ass before gliding through the door. In front of the Blue Room, she said, “I’ll be in in a moment.”
He entered, and she shut the door behind him.
Blue light bathed the space. His gaze jumped to the bed, covered in a blue, satin sheet and a few pillows, a small table, and several sex toys hanging on the wall. A basic room with space to act out a scene or get right down to the good stuff.
After yanking off his T-shirt, he removed his shorts and boxer briefs. Naked, with a raging boner, he went to the table in search of a condom. As he stood there, in the faint blue light, movement in the doorway caught his eye.
“What are you doing out of bed?” A sly smile lifted her lips.
Addison’s voice was softer than usual and a little more breathy. As she sauntered over, his heart kicked up speed. She wrapped her warm fingers around his waist and guided him to the bed.
“What am I going to do with you?” she asked. “Every time I come in here, you’re wandering around.” After pulling back the satin sheet, she peered into his eyes. “How are you feeling today?”
Hawk had never role played in his life, but if there was anything he was good at, it was faking it until he figured it out.
“My body hurts,” he said. “Can you help me?”
“I can make you feelmuchbetter.” When she bent over at the waist to fluff the bed pillows, her dress rode up, revealing her sexy, round bottom.
He slid his hand under the dress and caressed her bare ass. “Mmm, I feel better already.”
“Oh, you’re a frisky one.” After stepping away from the bed, she said, “In you go.”
The innuendo was not lost on him. Biting back a smile, he climbed in and lay on his back, his shaft shooting to the moon.
She gazed down at him with Bambi eyes, then let her attention drift to his chest, his abs, his straining junk, and his thighs, then retraced her trail while a moan ripped from her throat.
Slowly, she rolled her tongue across her lower lip. “Are you thirsty?”
He glanced at her chest, her breasts spilling from the partly unzipped dress. “Thirstyandstarving.”
She climbed on him, straddled his thighs, but she didn’t touch his throbbing cock. He couldn’t wait to see what she’d do next.
Leaning forward, she planked over him. “I don’t normally kiss my patients, but I’m going to make an exception for you. I think kissing will ease your pain. What do you think?”
“Everything you do will help,” he ground out.
Normally, he had phenomenal breath control, but he couldn’t get a handle on it. She leaned over, pressed her lips to his, and kissed him. On instinct, he wrapped his arms around her. She opened her mouth, slid her tongue into his, and released a long, deep moan.
Within seconds, their kiss turned wild. She bit his lip. He bit hers back. She yelped, then groaned.
“Fuck, I love that,” she said, her throaty voice sexy as hell. “The harder, the better.”
Pushing off him, she sat up. The air was charged with lust, the need to enter her had him moving beneath her. Even in the dim blue light, the lust in her eyes shone bright.
“If you’re starving, I’m going to sit on your face, so you can eat me. Will that help you feel better?”
“Fuck, yeah,” he uttered.
