By the time he was finished telling her about Granite Falls, Michelle felt like she knew everybody in the town. It seemed like a lovely safe place to raise a family, and from the look in his eyes, Michelle could tell Erik missed living here.
They were lingering over coffee and dessert when Erik’s phone began to vibrate.
He pulled it from his pocked and checked the LCD. “It’s Russell, the doctor I told you is covering my patients for the weekend.”
She nodded. “Go ahead.”
“I’ll be back soon,” he said, dropping his napkin on the table. His face twisted into a regretful frown, as he walked toward the foyer so not to disturb the other patrons. Russ would only call if it were urgent. He hoped he could fix the problem by phone. The evening was going well. He wanted to spend more time with Michelle. She made him feel good, alive. He hadn’t had this much fun in years.
While Erik was gone, Derek returned with the busboy to clear the table. Realizing they might need to leave, Michelle asked him to bring the check. She was grateful that at least they had finished their meal before duty called.
She met Erik in the foyer. The worried look on his face confirmed her suspicions.
“I have to go back to Manchester tonight,” he said. “A high-risk patient went into early labor and it looks bad. Russ assured me he could handle it, but I’ll feel better if I’m there. This woman has had two miscarriages already. If she should have another, I wouldn't forgive myself for not being there.” Fatigue settled in the shallow pockets under his eyes.
“I can drive while you sleep,” Michelle offered.
“It’s a three-hour drive. We had a long day and it’s late. I called Dad. His pilot is flying me back in the chopper. You and Precious can stay the night and drive back tomorrow, or you can stay until Sunday, or spend the week if you want.”
Of course, Michelle thought, feeling stupid. The man had choppers and private jets at his disposal. Why drive when you can fly? “Okay, I’ll see what Precious wants to do.”
He looked at his watch. “Wait here while I pay the check.”
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He tilted his head. “You did?”
“I suspected we might have to leave in a hurry.”
“That’s what I like, a woman who takes care of her man,” he said, guiding her out into the moonlit night and across the parking lot.
“Is that what you are, Erik, my man?” she asked as they reached the Mercedes.
His eyes glimmered in the moonlight. He groaned, and before she could move—not that she wanted to—he grabbed her around the waist, backed her against the side of the car and pressed his body into hers.
His lips were urgent, seeking, wild as they devoured her mouth. He tasted of lobster, raspberry tiramisu, and espresso. He kissed her so ardently, shivers of delight raced through her. His fingers found the buttons of her dress and undid them in a record hurry. The night air whispered briefly across her naked breast before he cupped them in his hands and squeezed them so closely together, her nipples almost touched.
“Michelle.” He dragged his mouth from hers and trailed his lips down her throat and across her chest, leaving a blaze of fire in their wake. He licked at her hard nipples, one at a time, then closed his mouth over each of her firm mounds and sucked the common sense out of her. Excitement leaped through her veins.
With his mouth clamped to a breast, he dropped his hands to her legs and pulled up her dress. When she felt his eager fingers glide magically up her thighs across her taut buttocks then work their way toward her inner thighs, Michelle knew she should stop him, but she didn’t have the strength or the desire to.
She gasped in both shock and pleasure when he caught the waist of her thong and edged it down her thighs. The pit of her stomach churned as he cupped her moistness then ran his fingers over the slick flesh of her womanhood.
Michelle moaned and grabbed his shoulders as her whole body began to quiver out of control. Her thighs involuntarily clamped together.
Pulling his mouth from her breasts, Erik slowly dragged his lips back up her body. “No. Spread your legs. Open up,” he whispered against her mouth. “Yeah, that’s good. You sweet Brazilian baby.”
Erik parted her smooth labia majora, ran a finger from the hood of her clitoris down her labia minora and tried to slip it inside her. Wet as she was, he couldn’t get in. She was so damn tight. Was she a virgin? He pulled back and pushed with a little more force this time. There was no hymen. He pushed deeper. She whimpered as the walls of her vagina gave way and her hot pulsing flesh clamped around him like a blood-sucking leech. Erik smiled and began working his finger back and forth inside her while the pad of his thumb strummed her swollen clitoris. His gaze dropped to her rosy, pebbled nipples, wet from his mouth. He reached up with his other hand and began kneading the swollen mounds of her breasts.