Alpha Male Romance(37)

Her breasts filled my palms as I kissed my way across her collarbone. She hooked her leg over my hip and rubbed herself against me, soft mewling sounds falling from her lips. When I ran my finger over her nipple, the dusky flesh tightened, hardened. I bent my head to take it into my mouth, gently sucking even as my tongue teased.

“More,” she gasped, her nails digging into my scalp. “More.”

I was only too happy to oblige, sucking harder. I slid my hands under her back, holding her against my mouth as I moved from one breast to the other, working teeth and tongue over her nipples, increasing suction until her flesh was swollen, so tender that she cried out at the lightest brush of air.

Then she was pushing at my head and I knew what she wanted. I wanted it too. I hadn't gone down on a woman in far too long, and I wanted to see her come apart under my mouth.

I settled between her legs, my cock rubbing against the sheets almost painfully. I wasn't sure when I'd undressed, only that I was naked now too, and I wanted to feel every inch of her against every inch of me. And I would, but first...

She was perfect, soft pink skin glistening with her arousal. A stab of pride went through me at the realization that it was my kisses, my attention, that had gotten her this way. I teased her first, holding her hips still as my tongue dipped and explored, tasting her, torturing her. Only when she began to beg did I relent and turn my attention to the spot she wanted it most.

She swore, her entire body jerking, the moment I touched her clit. I licked it slowly, then faster, gauging by her sobs how close she was to coming. When she was almost there, I slid two fingers inside her, curling them to press against that spot until she wailed in pleasure.

Then I was above her, pushing inside the tight heat of her, sliding into place like I'd been made for her and she for me. I propped myself up on my arms as I moved into her. Slow, steady strokes that drew out her orgasm kept it simmering even as I worked her toward another.

“X!” She reached up for me, nails digging into my shoulders, raking down my back. “X, please! Please, baby!” She moaned my name again.

I shifted so I could bury my hand in her hair, holding her head still. “Look at me.” Her eyes opened, met mine. “Tell me.”

She moved against me, locking her legs around my waist so that she could meet me thrust for thrust, driving me deeper inside her.

“You're not a monster, X. You're not a monster.”

My body tightened as I came...

I jerked awake, covered with sweat, my body trembling.

I ran my hand over my face. “Shit.” Even my voice was shaky.

I leaned over and turned on the bedside lamp. It wasn't until I moved that I realized I hadn't just come in my dream.

“Dammit,” I swore again. I still felt the faint throbbing in my cock that told me it wasn't only sweat making my sheets damp. It was the first orgasm I'd had since that woman I picked up at the bar my first night of leave. Hell, it was the first actual boner I'd had since then.

I climbed out of bed and headed for the bathroom. The sight of myself in the mirror caught me off guard. Normally, I turned so that only my right side was reflected back at me, just in case I accidentally caught a glimpse. Tonight, though, I wasn't as careful, and I found myself visible from the waist up.

My stomach tightened at the memory of the words from my dream.

The people calling me a freak and a monster.

Nori saying I wasn't.

I closed my eyes as the rest of it came forward. The sensation of her body beneath mine. The sounds she made. How it felt inside her.

I shook my head, willing the thoughts away. I had no right to think of her like that. It wasn't even a matter of fantasizing about my nurse, or the fact that she'd never hinted at any sort of romantic interest. She had a boyfriend. Tanner. She'd talked about him a bit. Nothing too detailed, but enough for me to know that she'd been with him a while and he was a great guy. She deserved that.

And it wasn't even like I thought about her like that. It honestly didn't have anything to do with why she was in my dream. The truth was, she'd been kind to me. So it was only natural that she was the one who rose from my subconscious to combat the nightmare. As for the sex part of it, I could make sense of that. She was attractive – hell with that, she was gorgeous – and my mind simply took that physical attraction too far.

I wiped myself down, scowling at the bandages that still needed to be kept clean and dry. I couldn't wait until I could get a full shower whenever I wanted without having to worry about what got wet. When I was finished, I went back into the bedroom and set about stripping my bed clean. Once that was done, I headed for the linen closet down the hall.

I didn't bother putting any clothes on. Father O'Toole had come back to the house when he heard everyone else had left, but he was on the first floor, and I doubted it would've mattered to him anyway. Yet another good reason not to have all of these extra people wandering around, in my opinion. I wasn't the sort of person who liked hanging out in their house stark naked, but it was nice not to have to worry about shocking someone if I happened into the hallway bare-ass.