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I surrendered.

I slammed my lips down on hers. I felt her fingernails rake through my hair as our mouths slanted across each other’s, nibbling and sucking. I licked the seam between her lips and she immediately opened her mouth and darted her tongue out to play with mine. I loved that she wasn’t shy. I reached up to finish pulling the clips and pins holding her hair until it fell in thick waves around her shoulders. Threading my fingers through golden strands, I pulled on them until her head lifted. I moved my kisses down her throat to her neck, a place I’d secretly been longing to nuzzle for months. It was just as soft as I knew it would be and apparently, extremely sensitive. I chuckled at her soft groan.

I supported her back with one hand and slid my mouth downward. She arched backward over my arm, providing me with full access to cup one of her breasts with my free hand while my mouth latched onto the other.

“Oh, Tyler,” she groaned. “That feels so good.”

Lowering her to the bed, I gave her other breast equal attention before kissing my way down her stomach until my tongue touched metal. I pulled my head back to see a sparkling star twinkle back at me from her belly button. I glanced up at her and winked. “Nice jewelry.”

“You can admire it another time,” she gasped. “Please, Tyler, don’t stop.”

I grinned and moved upward to hover over her mouth with mine. “You’re too impatient, kitten. You might control Bob over there, but be assured I’m in control here.”

She shivered at my words, and I thought I saw a flash of fear in her eyes. I briefly wondered what that was about, but her warm, flushed skin distracted me. Seeking to reassure her, I pressed several kisses across her face and neck until I felt her relax once again in my arm. She responded by tugging on my head until our lips connected again, producing a kick I could feel all the way to my cock which was throbbing with enormous need. It didn’t take long before she was trying to guide my mouth back toward her breasts. I smiled; I knew it would be hard for her to give up all sense of control. Determined to prove that she could turn herself completely over to me and trust me to take care of her, I lifted my head. Her eyes narrowed at me in frustration, then grew wider as I moved my fingers lazily along one of her thighs. She sucked in a breath and closed her eyes, opening them again when I ceased my movement.

“Tyler,” she growled.

“Jennifer,” I mocked while moving my fingers again.

Smiling, she closed her eyes again. I stopped. As soon as she opened them, I moved my fingers and brushed my thumb over her panties between the apex of her thighs. I halted when her lids began to drift. They flew back open, and I slipped my thumb under her panties and understanding lit her eyes.

That’s it, Jen. Keep those eyes open and know it's me making you feel this way.

I massaged only the surface of her sensitive skin while I watched her struggle to let go of her control. After several seconds, she blew out a breath but didn’t waver in holding my eyes with hers. I let one finger slide into her moistness while my thumb rubbed harder, slowly adding another finger to the first. The faster I moved my fingers, the faster she breathed until she was almost panting. I could feel her grow tense with need, but still she held my gaze until finally she convulsed around my fingers. This time, I didn’t stop the movement of my hand when she broke eye contact and threw back her head and shouted my name. I continued to caress her until the last tremor shuddered through her body.

Not giving her a chance to recover, I slid her underwear off while she watched me through half-closed eyes. I let my eyes wander back up over her nakedness. I could tell she did some type of exercise by the toned muscles visible in her arms and legs. Her skin was smooth and soft, flushed from her orgasm. She was every bit as beautiful as I knew she would be. She pulled on my arms in an attempt to bring me flush against her body, but I slid further down the bed. I brought her foot up to my mouth and nibbled my way from her ankle up her thigh. I rested her knee on my shoulder and reached for her other leg and repeated the gesture. Reaching under her ass, I lifted her sensitive core toward my waiting mouth. Incoherent sounds fell from her lips while one of her hands clutched my head, while the other gripped and twisted the sheets. I kept up my assault until her legs trembled once again, and her knees tightened on either side of my head, muting the scream that I could feel as well as hear as she came once again.

While she came down from her high, I slid up her body, leaving a trail of soft kisses until I reached her face. I continued to deposit light kisses across her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, and finally her lips. Lifting my head, I pulled her languid body into mine and held her close, ignoring my throbbing dick that was screaming for relief. She was quiet for so long I thought she had fallen asleep. After several minutes, I shifted her slightly so I could reach for the sheet to cover her.

“Where are you going, Dr. Cranston? Did your batteries give out after all?” she mumbled against my chest.

Her snarky humor appeared to still be in place. Smiling, I answered, “No, but I thought maybe yours had.”

Her lips tickled the hairs on my chest as she replied, “Not a bit. After all, you did all the work. I just went along for the ride.” She lifted her head up and grinned at me playfully. I captured her lips again. I felt her undo the buttons and zipper on my pants. The relief I felt at not having my cock so confined was sweet, but not as sweet as when her hand shoved inside my briefs and wrapped itself around my length a few seconds later. I let go of her long enough to grab a condom out of my wallet in my pants and then shoved them, along with my underwear, off. While she continued to stroke me, I reached between her legs again. She opened up willingly and arched into my hand. Her whimpers and whispered pleas for more pushed me closer to the edge. Hastily, I ripped open the foil packet and rolled the condom on and slid on top of her. Immediately, she wrapped her legs around my waist and urged me to continue. As much as I wanted to take my time, watching her come apart in my arms earlier, combined with the feel of her hand, destroyed my control. I surged forward, burying myself in her.

“I’m not going to be able to hold back for long,” I groaned. “You feel amazing.”

“Right there with you,” she gasped.

I began a steady rhythm of moving in and out of her, each time feeling pulled deeper and tighter as she wrapped her legs around my waist. Her arms clutched my forearms. “Tyler, please. I’m so close!”

“I’ve got you, baby.” I sat up a little and grabbed hold of her legs and hit even new depths. That’s all it took. She screamed my name and bucked under me over and over again, clamping around me, which was all it took to shoot me over the edge, harder than I’d ever come before. Unable to hold myself up any longer, I collapsed into her arms, our bodies still pulsing around each other.

Fortifying myself with a deep breath, I started to lift off her so that I didn’t crush her, but she held close so that as I moved to her side, she moved with me, keeping her head pressed close to my chest. I could feel her eyelashes tickle my skin as they blinked several times as she drew in a couple of deep breaths. Her fingers began to draw lazy little circles on my skin. One of her legs entwined with mine as if she sought a way to keep us connected. I kept my arms around her, periodically dropping kisses into her hair. She had completely rocked my world from its foundation, but I felt like I could be content to stay this way forever.

“Jen?” She had buried her face against my chest. I wanted to believe she was just cuddling, but I suspected there was more to it than that. I wondered what she was thinking. Was she regretting this? I’d always taken pride in my instinct to read what my patients were feeling—pain, fear, desperation, hope–but she was a master at hiding her emotions. I called her name again, determined to work this out now. It was then I could have sworn I heard a slight sniffle. “Baby, are you alright? Did I hurt you?” Shit. That was the absolute last thing I wanted to do, but I had been so consumed by her smell, her touch, and her cries as she neared her orgasm, that I’d lost all control with the need to become one with her.

“No,” she said, her words muffled since she still hadn’t moved her head. “You didn’t do anything wrong. In fact, you were perfect.” I couldn’t help but smile, my male ego preening under her praise.

I tried again. “Jen, look at me.” She shook her head slightly. “Please.”

I felt her chest rise against mine as she took a deep breath. Finally, she pulled her head back so I could see her face. I could see the wariness in her eyes. My ego faded under the protective instinct that surged forward. “Jen, I–“

Her fingers closed my lips. I tried again to speak, but she shook her head and gave me a tremulous smile. “It’s not you,” she said. “I asked you to make me feel something again. I just didn’t realize I wouldn’t be able to handle it when you did.”

Saints protect me from women who spoke in riddles. I swallowed my exasperation. “Sweetheart, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I want—”

She stretched up and silenced me again with a kiss. “Not tonight, Tyler. Just let it be for a little longer.”