She pantomimed locking her lips with a key and throwing it over her shoulder.
He wrapped his arms around her back and tugged her closer. He pressed his face between her naked breasts and took a deep breath. "Things always look different in the morning," he said.
She stroked his hair with both hands. "What do you mean? You aren't having second thoughts, are you?" She could feel him slipping through her fingers already. It wasn't fair. She knew they should have taken things more slowly. She shouldn't have spouted her feelings so carelessly. She wished she could take the words back.
"No one has ever loved me before. Not really. Not for who I am. Maybe for what I could give them, but not for me."
Her breath caught. She was so glad she couldn't take the words back, because she meant them. "I love you for who you are, Eric." She hugged him closer. "I do."
"Last night when I was delirious with pleasure it was easy to believe. Now … " He looked up at her. The loneliness in his blue eyes stole her breath. "I'm sorry. I should learn to keep my mouth shut."
"So when you were delirious with pleasure you believed that I love you, but now that your head's clear, you don't?"
"I don't know. I want to believe it."
"I guess there's only one thing to do in a situation like this."
He swallowed hard and grimaced. "Slow down?"
She quirked an eyebrow. "Fuck no. I need to make you delirious with pleasure again."
He chuckled and hugged her enthusiastically. "That should take you all of three minutes."
"Give me ten." She kissed his forehead and pulled out of his grasp. Grabbing several bags of their purchases from the night before, she hurried to the bathroom and locked the door behind her. She found what she was looking for in one of the bags and began to dress. She wished she had some cosmetics with her, but he was going to have to live with a naughty nurse without makeup. She was smoothing her thigh-high stockings when he knocked on the door.
"Reb, I can't wait anymore."
She grinned at his enthusiasm. "Almost ready."
"I have to pee so bad I can taste it."
Oh, that's why he was eager to get into the bathroom.
She slid into her shoes and crammed the little white hat onto her bed hair before opening the door. His jaw dropped when he saw her.
"Mercy, baby," he whispered.
"Mr. Sticks, hurry up and go. Then get back into bed. It's time for your sponge bath."
"I can hold it," he assured her.
She shoved him into the bathroom. "Just go. I don't want you having an accident."
"I can't go when I'm hard, and seeing you like that definitely has me hard."
"Try," she said and closed him in the bathroom.
She heard something bang on the inside of the bathroom door repeatedly. Concerned, she pulled open the door and caught Eric banging his head against the solid surface.
"What are you doing?"
"Trying to calm down. I was about halfway there before you opened the door." His eyes raked over her body. The skirt of her uniform was so short it didn't cover the tops of her stockings. He could probably tell that she wasn't wearing panties without her having to bend over. Her breasts were pushed up and together by strategically located underwires. She looked like she had significant cleavage. There was barely enough material to cover her nipples. "Oh fuck, Rebekah, you look so hot. Can I please get back in bed?"
"Stop banging your head on the door, and go pee." She closed the door in his face and went to the mirror over the dresser to see if she could get her flyaway hair under control and secured under the little hat she wore.
She was starting to worry about Eric when he finally opened the door. He was entirely naked and looking sexier in his self-confidence than she could ever hope to look in her nurse's attire. His cock was soft when he exited the bathroom, but already hard when he moved behind her and cupped her breasts.
"Into bed with you, Mr. Sticks," she said. "And keep your hands to yourself."
"Huh?" Far from complying with her demands, his hands skimmed down her belly and hip bones. "Are you wearing panties?" he breathed into her ear. His hand found the inside of her thigh and pushed her skirt up.
She pulled away and faced him. She wagged her finger.
"What's under my skirt, sir, is none of your business. Get into bed. I must start your personal care immediately. You wouldn't want me to get fired, would you?"
His lips brushed her neck just beneath her ear, which sent a thrill of excitement coursing down her spine. "No, ma'am. I would not want that. Exceptional nurses like you are impossible to find."