Undeniably His(65)

He buries his tongue in me like a parched mouth greedy for relief in the desert. The warm silk of his tongue sweeps up and down my slick folds and over my swelling clit, causing me to lurch. Quick darts of his tongue send tremors over my body, and my hands grip his shoulders to steady myself from the oncoming waves now rocking me.

My hips thrust forward, wanting more of him. My center ignites from every flick of his tongue and every one of his deep, rich moans, which rumble up my spine and fill me to the brim with pleasure. Kalin slips the tip of his tongue along the upper wall of my aroused flesh, and plunges into me. I quiver from the pulses ripping through me. My body is building a wall of desire that is about to come crashing down. His finger strokes my clit while he penetrates deeper into my wet channel with his probing tongue. I brace his shoulders and shriek. I cry out too loudly as a wave of euphoria washes over my body. “Oh, my God!” I clench around Kalin’s penetrating tongue, and he laps me up with delight. I place my hand over my mouth and blush, afraid an emergency team will come streaming into the room from my cries of ecstasy.

Kalin’s eyes are glazed over with unadulterated pleasure. “Baby, your sweet sounds make my entire day.” He leans his head back and rubs his hands over my hips. “God, I needed that so bad. You’re so fucking sexy. Your sweetness heals me. I can feel it. I miss the taste of you. I miss the smell of you. I miss the touch of you. It’s fucking magic.”

“You certainly haven’t lost your touch,” I gasp. He smells my skin, and presses the side of his face into my stomach.

“You know I can’t stand to see you suffer, Kalin.” I shake my head and smile down at him. “Just remember, you asked for this.” I shift to the side of the bed and slide my hand under the sheet to grip his strong, swelling shaft and start stroking. His erection grows stronger and fuller with each stroke. Kalin groans and sweeps his hand over his hair in a tortured expression. I circle the tip with my fingernail, and Kalin shudders. “Oh, my God. Annabelle. You’re killing me.” Kalin winces as he says the words, and he presses his hands over his face. The heart monitor is beeping rapidly.

I feel Kalin’s pulsing shaft swelling, and his cock throbs and pounds from the touch of my teasing hand. He chokes out a growl and pushes his hands onto the bed to brace himself for the explosions ripping through him. His eyes close tightly and he gives off another choked growl before he explodes in one streaming jet after another under the sheets. I feel the warm liquid run down my hand, and I reach for the hand wipes on the side table.

Kalin lets out a huge breath and flops back on the bed. “Just what the doctor ordered. Have I told you that you’re my favorite nurse?”

I twist my mouth at him as I finish cleaning him up.

“Seriously, I needed that. I needed your touch. Not touching your sweet body is torment.”

“I didn’t know you were going through that much suffering.” I giggle.

“Jesus, Annabelle. You drive me crazy whenever you’re near. Even if I try to focus, my body wants you. Demands you. You’ve been torturing me ever since I met you.”

I exhale a laugh. “Getting a hard-on when I’m around is not the same as a committed relationship, Kalin.”

“It isn’t?” He feigns a serious expression.

My mouth curves into a frown.

“You know what I mean. We have something special.” He kisses my hand. “And I’m not going to lose it.”

My chest lightens with recognition at his words, because I know deep down that I respond the same way to him.

I pull up a chair and unwrap our lunches. “Organic chicken breast, baked beans, and sautéed spinach and peppers. Lots of protein,” I smile.

“Thank you for being here every day, Annabelle.” He squeezes my hand. “It means everything to me.”

I tilt my head and a slight smile traces my mouth. “I enjoy looking after you.”

“My guardian angel.” His eyes sparkle with appreciation.

I stare at my food. “I don’t want to see you hurt. It’s terrible what happened. It’s terrible what they did to you. To us.” I peek up at him. “I couldn’t lose you.” I want to say more, but I can’t. I want to tell him that I was scared of falling in love with him, and that this brought me to my senses. I was falling fast, and it terrified me. I couldn’t unload all this on him now. It wouldn’t be fair. He has to heal, and we have to find who did this to us. Instead I will show him how much I love him. How much I appreciate him in my life.

“I contacted the reporter at the Southampton Gazette,” I say. “I’ve arranged for him to come here. I checked your schedule, and slotted him in for later this afternoon. Is that okay?”