Lovers by Night Page 5

  Focused on the screen in front of her, she saw as his eyes moved, taking in all of her. Desire flared in his gaze when he noticed the effect he had on her. The thin cotton T-shirt didn’t hide much.

  A whoosh of air parted his lips, and he closed his eyes for a brief second. “We need to find a safer topic.”

  “Agreed.” She sighed and shook off some of the sexual tension she felt.

  He laughed. “I don’t usually act like a randy teenage boy. Just saying.”

  The corners of her mouth tipped upward. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

  A cocky grin spread across his mouth as he leaned back against the headboard again. “I guess you could say that.” His gaze moved from her face. “What is that behind you?”

  She glanced over her shoulders and noticed her Green Day poster. “Oh. It’s one of my favorite bands.” Lifting the phone to adjust the camera angle, she afforded him a better look.

  “I like Green Day too. Are you in your old bedroom or something?”

  “Yeah. My mom never changed anything.” She brought the phone back down so she could look at Brandon again.

  “So give me a tour then.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I want to know more about you. You got off a little light the other night in offering up information.”

  She rolled her eyes.

  “Seriously. They say you can learn a lot about a woman from the things she has in her bedroom.”

  “Really? And who is the infamous ‘they’?”

  “You know… experts. People with a lot of initials behind their name.”

  “You’re so full of shit.” She laughed.

  “Okay. Show me because I’m curious.”

  “Fine.” She tossed the covers aside and climbed from the bed. “If you insist.” She pushed the icon that would reverse the camera, changing the shot from her face to the interior of the room.

  “Nice. A Seether poster. You have good taste in music.”

  “Glad you approve.” She moved across the room and gave him a close-up of her corkboards. “Here are some pictures from high school and college.”

  “Who’s the dumb jock with the brown hair?”

  “Steven Henderson. We dated for most of my senior year in high school.”

  “Never pictured you the type to fall for a jock.”

  She smiled to herself. “The muscles did a lot for him. I take it you weren’t a jock?”

  “No. I was more of an academic kid.”

  Even though his view was of the room, she could still see him and his nice abs on her screen. Hitting the books hadn’t hindered his muscle development any.

  “Oh my, folks. We have a band nerd.”

  She turned the phone to catch the look of false indignation she cast him. “Be nice or your tour will be cut short.”

  “Okay. I’ll behave. Scout’s honor.”

  She turned the phone to film the pictures again. “Why do I have a feeling you were never a scout?”

  “I wasn’t.” He laughed. “I was, however, a band nerd.”

  She laughed. “Yet you are so quick to judge me and my flute.”

  “Of course I am. Because I was a cool band nerd. I played drums. And everyone knows the drummer boys are hot.”

  Paige had to cover her mouth to stifle her laughter. She didn’t want to wake her mother up before it was time. “So you were always a chick magnet?”

  “What can I say?”

  She turned the phone long enough for him to catch her eye roll.

  He laughed. “But if you were in my band, I might have had to disappoint many of those chicks.”

  “Is that so?” Sarcasm dripped heavily from her words.

  “Yeah. I would have never been able to resist a sexy woodwind player like you.”

  “Laying it on thick now, aren’t you?” She turned away from the pictures and started across the room.

  “Stop.”

  Her steps halted. “What?”

  “Turn to your left a little.”

  Puzzled, she did as he asked. “Okay. What is it?” She didn’t need him to answer. Her gaze landed on the large mirror of her vanity, and she could see what had caught his attention. Her.

  “Damn, what a view.”

  Her T-shirt barely covered her panties, leaving her long bare legs on display. Her eyes went to the screen. Desire was evident in his gaze. All the pent-up sexual tension was back with a vengeance.

  “You sure do have a nice set of legs.”

  His tongue darted out to moisten his lower lip. His reaction to the sight of her made her want to be wicked. Her free hand went to her abdomen. Flattening the material enhanced the visible curve of her breasts.

  “Back to torturing me, I see.”

  “Like I said, you make me want to be wicked.” Slowly, she moved the hand on her belly, inching the hem of her shirt upward.

  “Fuck,” he whispered. “You’re trying to kill me here.”

  Really, she wasn’t showing him anything more than a typical bikini view, yet this felt dirtier, sexier. She kept going, and her deep purple, silk panties made an appearance.

  His gaze widened, and he groaned in frustration. The hem moved higher, and her belly button came into view. His sexy smile had her core throbbing with want.

  “Two can play this game you know.”

  Oh hell. What would he show her? She didn’t have to wait long to find out. He raised his own phone, and his lap came into view, along with an impressive erection covered in blue flannel. Passion ignited in her belly at the sight, and she squeezed her thighs together as her clit began to tingle.

  “What are we doing?” She didn’t like how breathy the question sounded.

  “I have no clue because I know all this is going to do is send me to bed aching with wanting you.”

  And there wasn’t anything they could do about it. “Tomorrow.”

  “Only if you’re sure, Paige.”

  Hell yeah she was sure. She nodded.

  “I need to let you go.” He laughed. “I haven’t even kissed you yet, and if this continues, I guarantee you will see a lot more of me. And the first time I come for you, I want to be deep inside you with you shattering all around me.”

  A slight whimper parted her lips as a low pulse beat in her sex. She wanted that too. “Okay.” She let her shirt drop and heard him release his breath in a whoosh. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

  He groaned. “Yeah. And it’s going to be one hell of a long day.”

  Chapter Five

  Sleep hadn’t come easy for Paige after their call, and every time she did manage to fall into slumber, hot erotic dreams filled her head. She’d woken a few times writhing in bed alone. The frustration was real.

  At least her mother seemed better this morning. Paige awoke to the smell of bacon and rushed downstairs to see her mother cooking. No amount of arguing could get her mother to stop, so Paige sat down and ate the plate of food her mother had prepared. When she’d left the house, her mother had promised to take a nap. At least the ER doctor had given her a note to excuse her from work until Monday. It would give her the weekend to recuperate.

  Her mother was going to be all right, which took a great weight off of Paige’s shoulders. She couldn’t imagine losing her mother. The fear she’d felt as she’d made her way to the ER yesterday had nearly choked her.

  But she didn’t want to think about it anymore. Her mother was fine, so she pushed all bad thoughts aside as she swiped her badge, disengaging the lock, and entered the back door of the clinic. She should have been ready for the proverbial punch to the gut when she spotted Brandon.

  His eyes widened, and his nostrils flared slightly. He schooled his reaction quickly. “Good morning, Paige.”

  She had to clear her throat. “Good morning, Dr. Kline.”

  He walked past her with a whispered, “Later.”

  The huskiness of his tone caressed her ski
n and made goose flesh appear. Today was going to be a very long day.

  She made her way to her cubicle and picked up a copy of their printed schedule. At least they’d be busy. The time would pass faster. On top of regular office visits, they had two procedures scheduled at the end of the day. Mrs. Funk was coming in for an incision and drainage of an abscess, and Mr. Ornery had been scheduled for a decubitus ulcer debridement.

  A very long day indeed.

  Brandon tried his best to ignore the lust building inside him. He focused on his patients. But he couldn’t help but think about lunch being only a few hours away. Maybe he could steal a few private moments with Paige to take the edge off. But fate had a way of interfering with his plans. The cases of the last three patients before lunch became more complex than what they were scheduled for, which resulted in him and Paige working through most of their noon break.

  Thankfully Paige had been able to sneak over to the hospital cafeteria and grab them a sandwich. He didn’t want the fact that they were starving later to delay him getting his hands on her after their last patient left.

  Every time he walked near her, his nose was filled with her light floral scent. With each inhale he became more starved for her. He couldn’t ever remember wanting someone this much. Honestly, it scared the shit out of him. Not only did he want to fuck her blind, he also wanted to hold her in his arms for hours. The night before had sucked after their video chat. His bed had seemed emptier than ever before. And he wasn’t the stay-over type really. But with her it would be different.

  He tried to tell himself it was because he wanted to make sure and get his fill of her. He wouldn’t be here but a matter of months, and he wanted this thirst for her quenched before he left. But the thought of leaving caused his chest to constrict. The feeling was uncomfortable so he pushed it aside and refocused on getting through the day.

  The afternoon had been packed full too. Probably a good thing for his sanity. Each time he came close to her, it became harder to resist pulling her into his arms and kissing her senseless. Five o’clock came and went as they started their second procedure.

  He worked diligently to clean the wound in front of him and bandage it. He glanced at the clock and noticed it was going on seven when he finished up. It didn’t take long to write the new wound care instructions for the nursing home the patient would be returning to. He watched as Paige rolled the man in the wheelchair out of the double doors that led into the waiting room of the clinic. Their gazes locked briefly, and he saw the banked passion in the depths of her eyes. Instantly he became hard.

  Paige wheeled her patient through the doors into the waiting room and was greeted by the smiling face of the lady in charge of transporting him back to the facility. Her brown hair was cropped short and stood up in spikes from her head. Green eyes shined with kindness.

  “Mr. Ornery, did they get you all taken care of?”

  “Yes, ma’am. Doctor said I have to come back in a week for him to check my sores again though.”

  Paige handed the packet of papers with the patient’s instruction to the woman. “Everything the nurses will need is in there. And he does have to come back in a week. I made the appointment, and it’s written down on a paper inside the envelope.”

  “Sounds good,” the woman replied. “Let’s get out of here, Mr. Ornery. I’m sure they are ready to close up shop and get home and start their weekend.”

  “Me too,” Mr. Ornery replied. “I’m ready for supper.”

  It was hard not to turn and run for the time clock. Hell, they hadn’t really even made a plan yet. Would they go to her house or his apartment? At this point she really didn’t care as long as they could get there fast.

  Working alongside him today had been torture. There wasn’t any going back now. This was happening between them and damn the consequences.

  She went to her desk and picked up her purse and keys. Her gaze darted around the office. All the other doctors and nurses had left for the day. But more important, she didn’t see Brandon anywhere. She’d half expected him to be standing there waiting on her. Maybe he wasn’t done dictating on Mr. Ornery yet.

  Paige made her way down the hall to his office. The door swung open, and she let out a small yelp as a powerful hand reached out, grabbed her, and pulled her inside.

  Brandon shut the door behind her and locked it. “I can’t wait a second longer.”

  He cupped her face in his hands, and his mouth met hers. There was nothing gentle about the kiss, but she didn’t care. Her purse and keys hit the floor. She moved closer to him and opened her lips in invitation. The taste of him was overwhelming. Mint, passion, and man.

  One of his hands slid to the nape of her neck, and the other went to her hips, tugging her into his firm body. She gasped, pulling her mouth away from his.

  “I’m not sure we should do this here.” Her voice sounded breathy.

  “We’re doing this now.” Brandon pulled her farther into the room.

  “What if the cleaning crew comes? They might hear us.” It was Friday, and she knew they cleaned at some point on the weekends, but she wasn’t sure when.

  He smiled a far too sensual smile that had her insides heating up. “We can be quiet. It will make it a challenge.”

  His hand guided her to turn slowly, and she felt the edge of his desk bump her ass. A second later he gripped her hips and raised her to sit on the polished wood surface. Paige let loose a giggle. She had to admit the threat of getting caught amped up the sexual energy in the room.

  “This has to go.” His fingers snagged the hem of her scrub top and lifted.

  She raised her arms and let the cotton material slide free of her body. He tossed the shirt behind him. Before she could say anything, his mouth was on hers again. He stepped in between her spread thighs and gripped her ass, tugging her pelvis against his.

  The pressure of his erection against her pussy had her moaning. Wetness gathered at her nether lips, soaking into her silk panties. His tongue and pelvis started a matched rhythm that drove her mad. Her core pulsed with want, and her clit began to tingle.

  He broke the kiss as his hands went to the fastening of her bra. “Damn, you’re so fucking sexy.”

  The material slid down, and cool air touched her nipples, making them harden. The warmth of his palms as he covered her bare breasts had her sucking in a hissed breath. His touch was thrilling.

  “Perfect,” he whispered then dipped his head and captured one puckered tip between his lips.

  “Oh God,” she cried out and held the back of his head as she arched. Pleasure speared through her breast and moved through her torso to pool in her core. She wrapped her legs around his waist and started moving her hips, creating a slow grind against his cock with her pussy.

  His teeth grazed her nipple then released it to pay attention to the other. Her hands moved to his powerful shoulders, and she began to tug at his scrub top. He released her breast and stood to quickly pull his shirt off.

  “Damn, Paige. You have me wound so tight I feel like a teenage boy again.”

  She stared at the muscles of his chest and let her gaze wander lower to where her pelvis met his. “You don’t look like a schoolboy.” She lifted her hips and moaned as he sucked in a breath between clenched teeth. “And you sure don’t feel like one.”

  He bent slightly and pulled her tennis shoes free from her feet, dropping them to the ground. His hands then went to her waistband. She unwound her legs and lifted her ass as he slid both her pants and panties off.

  At first she was puzzled when he plopped down in his office chair, but then he rolled it forward and his hands landed on her inner thighs, pushing them apart.

  “I’ve dreamed about tasting you here.”

  Paige bit into her bottom lip as he moved closer. She felt his warm breath caress her labia. The first long, slow lick he gave her had her head rolling back and a sigh escaping her lips. He kissed her pussy with a passion she’d never t
hought possible. The perfect mixture of lips, tongue, and teeth. He teased her mercilessly. He moaned against her, and she trembled as the sound vibrated against her clit. A whimper parted her mouth as she speared her hands into his hair.

  The pleasure built quickly, and she lifted her hips as the first pulses of ecstasy shot from her clit through her core. She tried hard not to make a sound, but the intensity with which her orgasm hit had her moaning as she clenched her jaw shut.

  She pulled at his hair when the pleasure became too much, but he fought against her, digging his fingers into her thighs and forcing her to take the tongue lashing he dished out.

  “Oh, Brandon…please!” She didn’t know if she was begging him to stop or continue. Either way she thought she might die. Her body jerked violently as another climax ripped through her. This time silence wasn’t an option. She cried out loudly as she clutched madly at his upper back and shoulders.

  Nails dug into flesh, and she heard his hissed breath as his mouth released her pussy. She let go of him and slumped back on his desk, her breathing shallow and rapid. Her legs still twitched with involuntary muscle spasms as she tried to come back down from the sexual high.

  “Fuck. I could come from just the taste of you on my lips.” He reached for his wallet inside the drawer by her left leg. Her gaze focused on the metallic wrapped square he pulled from it. He made quick work of dropping his pants and rolling on the condom.

  “Forgive me, Paige. But this time is going to be quick. I’ve wanted you for too long.”

  He gripped her upper arm and pulled her back into a sitting position. She felt the head of his cock slide against the opening of her very sensitive pussy, and she moaned. His mouth found hers, and he kissed her deep and long as he pushed his hips forward. Paige cried her pleasure into his mouth, and he drank it down.

  The taste of her sex on his lips amped her desire. Her inner walls gripped him tightly as he worked his way fully inside her. On a moan he pulled away from her mouth and trailed kisses down her neck.