When a fellow RN jokingly predicts that Beth Roberts will meet a tall, ripped and totally lick-o-licious stranger who will fulfill her deepest desires, itās supposed to be from across a crowded room, not giving CPR to a wedding guest. Given her tragic love life, Beth has no desire to become involved again, but who could have predicted the ponytailed doctor with the mischievous smile would break through her defenses?
Dr. Gabriel North blamed himself for his wifeās death. Now, after two years of battling guilt and meaningless hookups, heās ready to move on. When he sees the sexy brunette at his friendās wedding, his attraction is swift and strong, and he wastes no time in pressing his advantage. One night with the woman who makes him feel alive again isnāt enough, but gaining her trust is going to take more than medical school has prepared him for.
He worked the button at her waistband free, pulled the zipper down and drove his hand inside. His fingers slid over her sex once, twice, and then plunged deep. Her body quaked, her inner walls grasped and squeezed at his fingers, but it wasnāt enough.
āMore,ā she moaned. āI needā¦Iāve got to have my hands on you.ā Beth tugged his shirt free of his slacks, keenly aware of the thick column of his cock pressing against his fly. She plunged her hands under the soft fabric, smoothed her palms up the firm ridges of his abdomen. She pressed her hand to his chest, just over his heart, felt the gallop and pitch of it beneath muscle and bone.
For her.
She was in so much trouble and she didnāt give a flying fig. Right now, at this moment, all she cared about was this man, and that he was here, standing before her. Wanting her.
His forehead fell to hers, his breathing ragged and uneven. He pulled her hand from his cock, grasped her hips and dragged her in, grinding his erection against her upper abdomen. āIāve dreamed about you, woke up with the taste of you in my mouth.ā
Her breath caught in her throat. āIāve dreamed about you, too. Of your mouth, your tongue on me.ā She shuddered against him.
āGod, Beth.ā
āI came, but it wasnāt enough. Itās not enough now. I need youā¦inside me. Right here, right now.ā
āFucking hell!ā
Had she not known it was lust that caused his fingers to bite into her hips, Beth would have been frightened, but she knew she was safe. By the way his eyes burned with it, the way his shoulders heaved as he fought for control, by the way his touch gentled, she knew. The hollow feeling in her chest filled to overflowing, sealed over, and healed. A new sensation crept in and tapped at her heart. Open up, it beckoned, and see what awaits.
Fabric shifted, just enough to accommodate. Beth toed off her shoes, slid her slacks and panties down to kick one leg free. Gabe fought his belt open, yanked down his zipper and shoved his slacks over his hips. His cock sprang free, heavy and full.
He bent his knees, cupped her ass in his hands and hoisted her up. āHang on to me. Iām sorry. This is going to be fast,ā he apologized and reached between them to align the rigid length of his cock between her thighs. āAh, damn, youāre so wet,ā he gritted, and then slid into her.
Beth buried her face against his neck, ran her tongue along the line of his jaw. His body shuddered. She wrapped around him, wound her arms around his neck, squeezed her legs around his hips and held him there. He was thick and hard and she thought sheād come from the sheer bliss of having him inside her again. He pulled back, all the way to the tip, and, when he thrust back in, the door rattled on its hinges.
They both froze.
Beth sucked in a breath. āOh, God, as much as Iād love for you to do that againāā
Gabeās forehead banged against the door. āYouād hate to get fired for getting fuckedĀ against my office door.ā He turned, moved to the side and braced his back against the wall.
Beth glanced around the small room, her gaze landing on the desk. Gabe laughed, causing his cock to flex and pulling a moan from her throat.
āBaby,ā he rasped, āthereās nothing Iād like more than to bend you over that piece of furniture and take us both to heaven, but unless itās nailed to the floorā¦ā
āOh, God.ā The image he painted, pushing over the desk, driving into herā¦her pussy clenched.
āAh, fuck! Squeeze me like that again,ā he panted. āJustā¦hold on to me.ā Widening his stance, Gabe grasped Bethās hips and lifted her, angling his pelvis up as he brought her back down hard on his shaft. Then he did it again.
āGabe, thatāsā¦oh, Iā¦just donāt stop!ā Each pause was punctuated with another lift and thrust.
āNo way in hell. Just donāt scream when you come.ā And then he moved, lifting, lowering, rotating his hips to find that sweet spot that drove her wild.
It started in the soles of her feetāthat sizzle of electricity signaling her orgasm. It snaked up her legs, curled around her inner thighs, and with a low keening sound, Beth buried her face in Gabeās neck and welcomed it as it speared her clit with an orgasm that clung to every inch of Gabe as he drove into her. He was right with her, his breath a harsh hiss against her ear as he thrust deep and held her tightly against him.
The soft brush of Gabeās lips over her sweat-dampened temple was in stark contradiction to the choppy breaths lifting his chest against hers. āIāve missed you, missed this,ā he whispered hoarsely.
āMe, too.ā After a moment, when sheād caught her breath, Beth lifted her head and said, āWe reallyā¦ā
āNeed to talk,ā he sighed. āI know.ā
Jan Meredith has been a romance junkie since her teens. When she isn’t penning steamy stories about strong-willed, independent women and the sexy men who love them, she works as an Infusion Therapy nurse. She lives near Mammoth Cave, KY with her husband (and former high school sweet heart) Tommy.
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