Page 11 of One Night with the Doctor

‘You’re too far away. And you’re too dressed.’

‘Hmm,’ he said with a rumble that Callie felt right between her legs. ‘Whatever can we do about that?’

He didn’t move from the doorway which gave Callie a better chance to look at him. So she did – for a long time. Then she leaned back on her elbows and crossed one leg over the other. ‘Take off your clothes.’

‘You do like to be in charge, don’t you?’

Callie rotated her ankle, one strappy black heel dangling from her toes. ‘You’ve got to ask for what you want in life.’

‘I couldn’t agree more.’

He straightened and started on the buttons she hadn’t managed to undo and her breath shortened as each button revealed glimpses of a magnificent chest. Callie almost sighed out loud when Sebastian shrugged his shoulders and the shirt fell away to reveal the stunning breadth of him. His pecs and abs were taut and flat, framed by broad shoulders and very nice biceps.

She could almost feel the weight of him crowding on top of her, pushing her into the bed, moving inside her and, just like that, the remaining tentacles still clinging from the events of the day, slithered away. She was here in Sebastian’s bed now, not on a bridge with Noelene.

Not a bridge with Andy.

Her gaze drifted south, wondering if what was below his zip was as magnificent as the rest of him. She forced her gaze back to his face. She pointed to his jeans with her toes. ‘And those.’

‘Yes ma’am.’ He saluted her, a smile playing on his mouth as he reached for his button.

Ten seconds later he’d kicked free of his jeans and was standing before her, all but naked, and Callie gave her eyes permission to roam. Over his thighs, his calves, his crotch.

‘Oh, my,’ she murmured, pushing off her elbows into a sitting position and then rising off the bed.

He looked incredible. She just had to touch.

Callie stopped in front of him, a centimetre separating them, his knowing, patient gaze boring into hers, dropping to her mouth then returning to her eyes. His clean male scent wafted towards her and her nostrils flared.

Lifting a hand, she stroked it down his chest, holding his gaze. Warm muscles shifted beneath her palm, hinting at their leashed potential. Her fingers circled the hollow of his belly button and the powerful contraction of his abdominals was wickedly good.

Dropping lower still, her hand brushed the hard ridge of his erection and she smiled as Sebastian shut his eyes. Withdrawing her hand for a beat she waited for him to open his eyes again, their gaze’s meshing as her fingers returned to trace the outline of his cock through his underwear.

Her throat was parched, her lips dry, despite her mouth watering at the thought of kissing him. His lips were so close, his breath a ragged husk that she could almost taste, as it mingled with her own. All she had to do was move the barest amount and she’d be able to take his mouth with her own.

But she had bigger fish to fry.

Her fingers stopped tracing the thick edge of him and wrapped around, squeezing. He hissed out a breath as his throat bobbed convulsively.

‘Nice,’ she murmured, her lips brushing his Adam’s apple and the pulses either side, before their gazes met again, her hand continuing its bold grip.

He panted as she squeezed him some more. ‘You have too many clothes on,’ he rumbled.

Callie raised an eyebrow. ‘Whatever can we do about that?’ she mimicked.

He smiled. ‘Your turn to get naked.’

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His husky command brushed against Callie’s sensitised skin as if he had actually touched her. She stepped away slightly, swallowing, her hands trembling as she reached for her buttons. Sebastian’s gaze was firmly locked on their action and her stomach clenched, her nipples tightening to painful points, rubbing erotically against her bra as she fumbled with the top button beneath Sebastian’s stare.

She faltered for a moment. She wasn’t ashamed of her body. Being the tallest female by far growing up may have been a fault to focus on for a normal girl in a normal family, but things had been so far from normal at home that Callie had never had the luxury of worrying about what other people thought about her.

Including lovers.

But, undressing before his intent gaze, she felt a moment of doubt. She wasn’t twenty years old and stick thin. Not that she’d ever been stick thin. Unfortunately her large-boned genetics and size eleven feet would never put her in the waif group.

Nor could she claim to be curvy. She was more straight up and down. Long, strong limbs and athletic torso.