Stolen Moments (27 page)

“The Mrs. said you would understand.” He rubs the back of his neck nervously. “She told me not to be afraid to ask you.”

Scribbling quickly, I look up at him and tear off the small page, wishing that I too could mend my troubled intimate life with the pop of a pill. Feeling the weight of sadness bear down on me once again, I hand him the prescription, needing to keep moving to keep my mind clear. He takes it slowly, his brown eyes scanning the paper carefully.

“Give Doris my best.” As I watch the elderly man disappear around the corner, I smile and shake my head. Another Viagra success story.

With my heart still heavy but refusing to stop pounding, I glance at my watch. It’s almost lunchtime, but I have no appetite. I have to keep going, have to keep moving. Otherwise the pain and loneliness are worse, leaving me no other choice than to pine away for the one woman I cherish most in this world.

I approach the next room and stare at the empty shelf on the door. No chart. Huh. I sigh and turn the doorknob, thinking my medical assistant must have it to add more notes. The door creaks softly as I push it and walk in.

“Hi, Doc,” she says to me from the high examination table. I sway instantly at the sound of her throaty voice, my eyes flying up to search her familiar face. I close the door quickly behind me and stand stiff as a board, completely baffled. My throat tightens, along with the muscles in my arms, as a rush of heat washes through me, pounding into my head. Katie stares at me with her wicked green-gold eyes, her luscious lips curving into a devilish grin. Already she recognizes the effect she has on me.

“Hi,” I manage, a little breathless. She crosses her long legs under the white lab coat as she continues to watch me. I study her carefully, completely bewildered.

“That’s my lab coat,” I whisper, clueless with surprise. And yet I can’t tear my eyes away from the soft, shiny flesh of her firm legs, and I wonder what else she is wearing.

“I know. I hope you don’t mind, but I got a little chilly.” She reaches up and lightly runs her hand across her neck, softly stroking just inside the collar of the coat. Her dark hair is pulled back from the strong angles of her face, and I feel my face flush as I realize how long it’s been. Almost four weeks. Four weeks of darkness and despair, of unrelenting pain and unbearable loneliness. I’m unable to stop my gaze from traveling slowly up and down her incredible legs, and the heat of her presence reaches down to the tips of my fingers, which tingle with involuntary anticipation.

“I wasn’t aware we had an appointment.” I move over to lean on the counter, trying to sound cool and unaffected. I do not know why she is here, and I’m not about to act happy to see her. The pain has been too great, too devastating to my life. But she knows me well, and I watch her eyes take in the heated flesh of my cheeks.

“We didn’t.” Her eyes flash at me in a familiar flame of desire. “But I was feeling a little under the weather.”

I fold my arms confidently over my chest, very much aware of the heavy pounding of my heart behind my breast. Katie is here in front of me after weeks of my tossing and turning alone in my bed, aching for her presence, crying out into the midnight blue of the cold night. I blink, focusing on her tall, lanky form, and I am overwhelmed at just how much I’ve missed her.

“You don’t look well.” Her eyes travel across my face, focusing on the dark circles under my eyes. “You look tired, and thin,” she whispers, emotion crawling up her throat.

“I’ve missed you.” My voice breaks, my soul crying out to her.

Her green eyes lock with mine. “I’ve missed you too. More than you know.” We stare at each other in silence a moment as our words play out.

“So what brings you in?”

Her gaze leaves my eyes and travels down to my arms. She studies the slight bulge of my biceps under my polo shirt as she chews on her lip. She’s always had a fondness for my physical strength, and I sway a little under her stare.

“As you know,” she says, looking me completely up and down. “I’ve been away.” As she speaks to me, she continues to stroke her own skin, slowly and deliberately, playing herself like an erotic instrument. I swallow hard and remain standing, my body stirred by her deep, sensual purrs. “And the whole time I’ve been gone, I’ve had this ache.” Her fingers glide down the front of the lab coat, unfastening the buttons one at a time. “I was hoping you could help me with it.” Slowly, she opens the white coat, teasing me with winks of the tanned flesh hidden just beneath it.

I clear my tightening throat and step away from the counter. Hot blood surges through me and I know why she is here. It’s been weeks since I’ve seen her, since I’ve held her, since I’ve taken her. My heart hammers in my ears and the cluster of flesh between my legs fills with hungry blood. The rush of arousal is so great it nearly chokes me as I try to breathe. I’ve longed for her, ached for her, died for her, and no matter what I tell myself, I know there will be no stopping me from having her once again. Walking over to the door, I push in the lock, then approach her slowly. Her hand is inside the coat, circling the deep rose of her puckering nipple.

“Tell me,” I say, standing before her, leaning in to inhale the sweet, alluring scent of her body lotion, “where is this ache?” A surge of white light rushes through me as her familiar scent invades me like the powerful stroke of an invisible, knowing hand. She laughs a little as she watches my eyes dilate and my body shudder with desire.

“Right here,” she breathes huskily, opening the lab coat all the way, exposing her nude and gloriously beautiful body. She spreads her long legs and fingers the dark pink shaft of her core. I lick my lips and feel my eyes grow liquid and hazy as I watch her pull at herself. She’s wet and slick and glistening and I can already imagine her warmth and heavy sweetness.

“It’s so full, so ready. I need to come,” she whispers, her green eyes glinting with mischievous shades of gold. “So bad.” She sucks in a quick burst of air as her fingers delight in her folds, awakening her hunger.

“I think I can help you with that,” I say, my eyes locked with hers. Sex has always been our strong suit, and she knows it would be impossible for me to say no, no matter what the circumstances. She was the greatest fuck of my life, and nothing will ever change that. Absence has only caused me to want her more.

“Can you, Doc?” she says breathlessly, her body tensing in response to her knowing fingers.

“Oh yes, I’m sure I can.” Carefully I ease down in front of her, positioning myself on my knees. Her wet heat is directly in front of me and I inhale her deeply, my mouth watering at the anticipation of tasting her thick, rich honey. I push her hand away and she jerks involuntarily as my hot breath caresses her. Her hands find my hair, kneading and knotting, pulling me to her.

“I’ve missed you,” she says, arousal thick on her voice.

My mouth finds her hot and juicy, engorged and ready for me. I moan deeply as I envelop her silky meat, pulling it firmly into my mouth, massaging it knowingly with my tongue. She arches her back as the lightning from my tongue branches up into her body. A strangled cry crawls from her throat, and she holds my head tight, thrusting herself deeper into me. “Take me,” she rasps. “Fucking take all of me.”

I groan at her words and suck her harder, holding her stiff clit firmly with my teeth. She jerks with gratitude and pulls my hair. My eyes water with the sweet pain of her pleasure, and I know she’s desperately close to climax already. I look up at her as she roughly tugs my head away from her.

Her bottom lip is full and marked from her teeth, her cheeks flushed with wild desire.

“I want to come all over your face.” The words are spoken deeply and demandingly, the pupils of her eyes wide and alive; she is determined to take what she needs. She pushes me away and climbs down off the table. I lick my numb lips and taste the slightest hint of blood. I’ve sucked her so hard, I’m not sure if it’s mine or hers, but it stirs something deep and primal within me. She walks toward me like a hungry tigress, eyes flashing madly with want. She strips off the lab coat and throws it against the door, allowing me to take in her gorgeous lean body, so ready for the sensual assault that I know is about to ensue.

“Lie down,” she demands, shoving me onto the table, forcing me to lie back. I comply readily and she crawls on top of me gracefully, moving slowly up my body. Her hot tongue finds my neck and licks long and slow up my chin to my lips, where she plunges deep inside me. She groans and claims me ravenously, sucking and biting my lower lip. My hands find her smooth, soft back and I run my nails up and down it, clawing and claiming. She groans again and pulls away, her eyes intense and hungry, ready to devour me.

“I can taste my come.” She leans down and licks my chin again, tracing my lips with her agile tongue. “It tastes so good on your lips.”

She moves again, this time bringing her warm body all the way up mine, straddling my face. She braces herself with her hands against the wall and eases her wet, meaty flesh down onto me. Her come is cool on her folds and I grab the tight spheres of her ass and warm her once again with my tongue. She twitches and dances atop me, riding my face with long, slow gyrations, coupled with quick, tense movements as the warm pleasure electrifies her. My hands move up to her hips as my tongue extends, slowly entering into her wet, tight walls. She cries out, her throat tight with strain, her eyes clenched shut.

“God, yes, baby, fuck me. Fuck me with your tongue.” I plunge into her long and deep, shoving my knowing tongue as far up in her as I can. I feel her tensing around me, holding me tight within her. Her warm, silk honey flows all around me, running onto my chin. I moan and swallow her down, feeling her flow warm and smooth through me. She tastes so good, like water to a dry, parched mouth that is dying of thirst. I nearly cry as I take in her silk, relishing all that is her. I’ve missed her so much and I know now that I never want to let her go. I want her with me always, want her flowing down into my mouth every night, filling me with her warmth, her essence. I reach up and run my fingers lightly over her soft, damp skin, awakening her small breasts, raisining her nipples.

I watch her move rhythmically on me, her hands finding mine, leading them to her nipples. I take them roughly between my fingers, and the tight muscles of her abdomen tense and ripple in response. She sucks in more air and opens her eyes to look down on me. Her jaw is clenched as she moves, shoving herself harder upon me. She grunts as she watches me, her eyes ablaze with sheer arousal.

“I’m going to come now,” she declares, her voice like rough sand. “I’m going to come all over you. All over your mouth.” Her words are deep and strangled and deadly serious. She reaches out and braces herself on the wall. My tongue continues to plunge, while my lips suck the rest of her wet flesh. I moan my delight into her, making love to her with my mouth, creating the beautiful dance of her above me. She clenches her eyes and jerks hard, once, then twice. She groans heavily, gyrating herself harder, faster, deeper onto me. Her body tenses and shudders as the orgasm rocks through her, shattering her from the inside out. Her voice goes hoarse as her body slowly stills. She breathes deep and quick, her eyes slowly opening. Her soft body goes limp in my hands and she smiles weakly down at me, crawling carefully down my body where she rests on her belly on top of me. She runs a finger across my lips, taking me in with her lazy eyes.

“You, Doctor, have one incredibly talented mouth.” I take her finger and lightly suck it, still hungry for her. She laughs and leans up to me, her lips a mere breath away. “Do you do that for all your patients?”

I lick my pleasantly bruised lips and smile weakly. “Only those that break my heart.” She smiles in reflective silence and I sit up, needing to kiss her.

“Well I’ll have to do that more often, then.” She crawls from me and stands, and I gently trace the beautiful angle of her jaw as she steps into me. My mouth finds hers, warm, soft, welcoming. We kiss slowly, gently, our desire only slightly doused, still burning deep within. She pulls away from me with a sigh, her face relaxed, her cheeks brushed with color.

“You have to go, don’t you?” she asks, referring to my other patients. Her hand fingers my cheek, tickling me with promise.

“Yes,” I answer reluctantly. The darkness within is quickly vanishing, replaced by bright and warm light, awakening my spirit. I lick my lips and taste her come, letting it fuel me, feeding me with a desire for life.

She blinks slowly at me, her gaze wandering down to the crotch of my pants. Her hand presses into me, stroking me through the soft fabric of my chinos.

“You’re hard.”

“Mmm,” I moan, my hips immediately thrusting against her hand. She unbuttons my pants and slips her hand in, maneuvering beneath my underwear to finger my slick center.

“And so wet.” She bites her lip and inches closer to me, sliding her fingers up deep within me. The burning from her strokes spreads up through my belly, and I buck up against her, wanting her harder and deeper, needing her in my life so desperately. I close my eyes, so close to climax, her fingers curling up in me, pumping me like only she can.

“Yes,” she purrs. “Ride my fingers.” A knock sounds at the door and I convulse, choking out a sob as I clutch her wrist to me and come hard and quick.

“Doctor!” my secretary sounds.

“Give me a minute!” I manage to rasp out, my temples throbbing along with my clit. The room spins as Katie eases herself out of me with a soft chuckle.