She slid one hand behind her to trace random patterns on the bare skin of his hip. “We may have forgotten one.”
“That’s criminal,” he murmured into her hair.
“‘Go to jail and don’t pass Go’ is probably more appropriate.”
He bent lower and kissed her bare shoulder. “Forget the $200. I look really bad in orange. We’ll have to make a Monopoly date soon to rectify our mistake.”
“But this is your bed. It should be the Monopoly mecca.”
His cock kicked, thumping her lower back like a sledgehammer.
“See? Your body agrees.”
“Grace...you have to sleep, baby. I’ll survive one—” long, miserable, impossible, never-ending “—night. Holding you is enough for now.”
“But it’s not everything you want,” she whispered, sliding her hand down to brush the edge of one testicle.
He shivered hard enough to shake the little bed. “I’m trying to be as much a gentleman about this as a naked man can be.”
“Seize the moment, Justin.” Her hand continued to explore until she reached the root of his cock. She wrapped her hand around his base and gently squeezed.
He groaned and thrust into her grip. “Don’t do that again.”
She stilled. “Why not?”
“I was trying reverse psychology. For a doctor, I suck at it.”
Her laughter was its own reward. When she squeezed him again, though, and began to stroke? He might as well have won the jackpot. Any jackpot.
Letting go, she wiggled and rolled over until they faced each other in the alarm clock’s pale illumination. Her skin was ethereal, almost translucent in the artificial light. Her hair was spread across the pillow and she’d pulled the sheet down to her waist. She licked her lips with exacting slowness.
“You’re killing me,” he murmured softly, stroking her hair away from her temple and tucking it behind her ear.
“Definitely not my intent. I want you.”
The admission was so quiet he was sure he must have misunderstood. “You want me.”
She smiled. “Yeah. I do.” Reaching up, she pulled his face toward her and kissed him, her lips a whisper across his. “I really do.”
The second kiss, firmer than the first, began to unravel him. Hell, who was he trying to kid? He’d been coming undone since she walked into his life.
Scooping her up, he rolled over on his back and settled her knees on either side of him. Her bare sex rode the ridge of his erection as he pulled her forward to claim her mouth with searing authority. In a clash of heat and sweet sounds of desire, he took her higher with that kiss. One hand roamed over every inch of bare skin he could touch while the other fisted her hair and refused to let her break the kiss to come up for air. Not that she tried. But exercising control over her did wicked things to him.
His hips surged off the bed when she ground against him, her heat like a brand. It labeled him hers, now and always.
Her soft mewl said as much as her hips did. She was hungry for him. Almost as hungry as he was for her. Almost. He just couldn’t believe she could possibly want him as much as he did her, love him as much as he loved her. He’d have to bring her around to accepting his love, but that was for another time. This was about the now, just as she’d said.