Playboy Doctor (17 page)

He drew her hand away, then tucked it behind her back, holding her captive. "No wandering hands for you, young lady, or you'll leave me ruined before I'm done with you."

"But that's not fair. How am I supposed to keep my hands off of you?" she pouted.

"I never said I was fair." Following a satisfied grin, he kissed her before leaning her against the shower wall.

With skilled fingers, Shayne stroked the soft pink folds between her parted thighs—just enough to tease her and melt her insides. She took pleasure in his tantalizing touch. Soon his rhythmic caressing roused a torturous ache at her V. His feather light strokes evoked a sexual greed in her. She wanted more. She expressed her need through her panting. His strokes sent shudders through her. She couldn't take the pleasurable teasing a moment longer. Not when the ache would make her too weak-kneed to stand. She was about to insist that he make her come once and for all when he dipped two fingers inside her. A shocked breath escaped her. Shocked at how quickly the mounting heat low in her hips had become overbearing.

But then he stopped the sensual torment long enough to kiss her. How could he do this to her?

"Shayne, please, I need the release."

"Not yet, love."

And still he teased as he pumped two fingers inside her. She'd wanted to savor this but the holding back became too much. Every fiber of her being hummed with hunger for this man.

Willow uttered his name and her thighs quivered. He brought out his fingers, along with her wetness. His fingers slick, he resumed his sensual caress to her most intimate spot until each stroke became stronger, faster, more rhythmic. Her flesh so swollen and full, she was at the brink.

"Shayne—" she began, but then paused to endure the undulating waves surging through her. She wanted to show restraint but this was Shayne she dealt with. Any sexual lashing he dished out would make her knees buckle.

"I want to see you lose control right here in my arms."

"I wanted this to last," she rasped. "But you make it impossible."

A throaty chuckle made Shayne's chest rumble. "Don't worry, love, we've got all night to do this again and again."

His deft fingers, pulsing and circling the tight bundle of inflamed nerves at the crux of her thighs, sent an erotic ball of hotness contracting deep within her. She could no longer fight the all-consuming waves of pleasure erupting inside her. The bolt of heat bore through her like a white-hot lightning strike. She cried out.

Never had she felt anything so deeply. Never had she experienced such strong pulses razing her.

Willow's hips greedily thrust against Shayne's hand while he murmured of her loveliness, making her feel safe and free while the orgasm took hold of her. Drenched in desire, she clung to him, holding on for dear life, enduring the delightfully tortuous pleasure until its very last burning spasm.

"Shayne, I've never felt this way..." she panted, too overcome to say anymore.

Thank goodness he held her or she would have collapsed like a ragdoll to the shower floor. She buried her head into his shoulder, loving his embrace under the hot pulsing shower that mingled with even hotter pulses still deep within her womb.

Between her labored breaths, she heard him whisper, "I've never felt this way, either."

Chapter 14

Shayne would have made Willow writhe and cry out in the steamy shower all night, but a hot driving need to be inside her compelled him to take her to his bed.

Having her cling to him in the shower, having her buck against his hand, had been too much for him. He needed to meld his body with hers and love her in a more intimate, and admittedly possessive, way. Unapologetic in his desire for her, he intended to take her as she gave herself willingly.

He wrapped a towel around her only long enough to bring her to the bed.

The smell of her clean skin mingling with the scent of her sex was enough to drive him over the edge. He showered hot kisses upon her shoulder, inhaling the very essence of her. His kisses led him to her collarbone, and then nibbled down to the curve of her breast.

Hungry to taste every inch of her, he drew her breast into his mouth and sucked with a long, lingering pull. Willow responded with an aching gasp, murmuring his name, arching her back to give even more fully of herself. He focused on the nipple, flicking it with his tongue, then twining, loving it until it plumped in his mouth. He lavished the same attention to her other breast, all the while, Willow's urgent fingertips spiked through his hair.

He drew back, seeing if she were real. Dewy skin. Translucent irises. Through hooded eyes, her long lashes shuttered. Not a lick of makeup, her natural beauty came through her cheeks, rosy hued from her sexual response to him.

"Shayne, I have to feel you inside me," she demanded through a throaty purr.

He needed to feel her, too. Feel her flesh surround his heat soon or else he'd explode in a release before he even entered her. Even he had his limits as to what a man could handle when a beautiful creature writhed hotly—impatient and demanding—under him.

Her hips rocked, finding their way under his taut shaft, demanding to feel him.

If he didn't hold back, he feared his own response to her. So he had to take care—didn't want to come off as brutal, his desire for her was that fierce. He wanted to ravish her and release the pent-up need that had been torturing his insides since the moment he'd first laid eyes on her. Yes, he'd wanted her, but he never dreamed he'd have her.

He held back his primal urge to simply take her; a deeper part of him wanted her to be indulged, pleasured, and cherished. He had to push aside his selfish needs so he could focus on her. Tenderly. Carefully. Lovingly. She was to be treasured.

"Shayne, now," she demanded again while he lapped at a breast.

His senses couldn't take her pleas and demands a moment longer—not when her needs came off as fierce as his own—and carnal instincts took over. He took care of the condom. Finally his hips lowered toward hers. No turning back. He hesitated, knowing that once he was inside her, he'd unleash a wanting of her that couldn't be reined in.

"Now, damn it," she demanded again.

His tip, stretched tightly from the fullness of his arousal, pierced her at her V. She sucked in a ragged breath. Her feminine flesh puckered around his shaft, making her tight to enter. He didn't stop. He entered her more deeply. Rhythmically. Her tightness massaged him, her slick heat working him in a sexual frenzy. His need to drive into her hard became all the more fierce. A need to consume her. A need to overpower and claim her as his own.

He heard her shriek the words,
need
you
and
more
and
now.

In the purest of pleasures, he pumped into her hard, reaching the ridge deep within her, his own hips pistoning in a more powerful way that made Willow cry out, low and throaty. Her needful cries drew out a deeper response to continue pumping, giving her what she demanded. And giving him what he needed—he needed
her
.

Shayne's taut muscles contracted in a final, forceful release as he drove into her one last time, slamming his hips against hers, claiming her as his own once and for all, making her one with him. For now. Forever.

Forever
?

That's when he realized it.

He was the one being claimed.

Afterward, he held her in his arms, feeling the rise and fall of her chest with her every breath. Listening to her sweet breaths while she slept. Smelling the scent of her, a woman content and loved. Loving Willow had been amazing. No other woman had managed to work him into such a sexually and emotionally frantic state the way she had.

Her body was a carnival of delights. A visual treat that he enjoyed watching while she thrashed in delight underneath him. How he loved to watch her in the throes of pleasure. How he loved to make her squirm and squeal. How he loved to make her happy. How he loved loving her.

She possessed some power over him, some soothing hold that calmed him, but also a sensual hold that drove him mad with desire. With Willow, life made sense. The world around him made sense. And yet, even in the quiet of the night, his inner demons never seemed to fade.

* * *

The next morning, in a silken haze of desire and satisfaction, Willow leaned against Shayne in bed, her body spent and aching from a night of lovemaking, her heart full.

Bathed in morning sunlight streaming in from the window, Shayne slept soundly, the sunbeams carving out the angles of his muscles. She snuggled against him. Moments later, a gentle stroke to her hair indicated that Shayne had awakened as well. The warmth of his skin radiated toward her. The musk of him filled her head, making its mark on her. His calm breathing was a far cry from his labored breaths last night during his efforts to please her. Efforts she'd greedily accepted.

She relished lolling in bed with him, his arm draped over her. But now, the morning light illuminated the inner doubt she'd cast aside while in his arms the previous evening.

"Why me, Shayne?" she whispered.

He responded with a gentle hug. "Why not you? You're the most amazing woman I've ever known."

If he were lying, she didn't care. She would believe anything that came from his lips after the magical time they'd shared.

"But I've seen photos of you in society columns passed around the hospital. I'd heard the rumors. You were dating a popular British starlet. One article stated you two were a hot item."

"Tabloids have a way of padding a story."

"So, you're not dating her?"

"I was her escort one night for a heart foundation's gala. Her niece was my patient. She'd had a heart transplant and so the starlet became a spokesperson for the organization."

"Oh, really?" Willow's expression lightened, as though she saw him for the first time. "I hadn't heard that part."

"That's the problem with rumors," he remarked, "you only get half of the story. And I've allowed it. Letting people believe what they want allows me to focus on my work. Besides, it's easier than chasing down every whisper of my alleged womanizing."

"So you know all about your reputation? And you simply let stories fly?"

"My work is important to me. More important than fretting over circulating stories."

"So, you hide behind a playboy façade. You've done an excellent job."

He chuckled and brought his lips to her hair in a tender kiss. "You never cease to amaze me, Willow."

"Why is that?"

"I've never admitted that to anyone before. Leave it to you to get a confession out me." He stroked his fingertips along her arm. The velvety caresses sent tingles through her.

"How come you haven't shared this with someone?"

"I've never let anyone get close enough for me to share. How can I when I'm constantly traveling the world?"

His words smacked of a sobering reality. That's right, Shayne constantly travelled the world. How had she forgotten he never stayed in one place for very long? Every muscle tethered to her spine grew taut. The light of day shone upon the truth of their plight. They'd shared a wonderful night together. Nothing more. Nothing less. She knew the score going in, yet it did nothing to ease the sting.

"I've got to go." She eased out of his embrace.

"You don't have to," he grabbed her by a pinky finger and drew her back, holding her hostage. Not that she minded.

"C'mon, Shayne," she began. While she didn't regret her night with him, she did regret revealing a vulnerable side to a man who'd be out of her life too soon. She also regretted putting out of her mind that he'd be leaving. "Last night, I said too much. I gave too much—" She'd given too willingly. Of her body. Of her heart.

His loving expression fell on hers. "You always give of yourself. That's what makes you wonderful."

Did he always have to say the right thing at the right time? His kind words softened their reality. She gifted him with a kiss.

"Shayne, what we did... it can never happen again. But I'm grateful you were there for me," she offered through an appreciative smile.

"Show me how grateful." Shayne scooped her into his arms before she could break away again. "I don't want you to go and I do want it to happen again. Besides, you have no means back to your bungalow. At least not until I'm ready to call the car service. And I'm not ready. Neither are you. Not by a long shot."

He laid a hungry kiss on her that reignited the erotic awareness within her. If she thought for a moment she'd had her fill of Shayne Edwards, she surely thought wrong. She'd never been more wrong in her life. On that sole notion, she happily realized she would once again surrender to her desire for Shayne. And always would.

* * *

Willow got to work sprucing up her home since she had the rest of the day off. Not that she had many hours left in the afternoon since she'd spent a good part of the day with Shayne. First, by having an indulgent morning being pleasured, then enjoying breakfast before a long romantic walk on the beach. She hated saying good-bye to Shayne but he'd promised to be here by dark.