Page 34 of One Night with the Doctor

Talking about his father and then his stint overseas.

She was touching him, for God’s sake!

‘I’m sorry,’ she said, withdrawing her hand as if she’d been rapped on the knuckles and stood abruptly. ‘You better go.’

He stood too. ‘No. Wait.’

‘No, really,’ she said as she crossed to the sliding door between the balcony and the room. ‘I have to get ready for tonight. Wash my hair. Do my…’ She stepped inside the room, faltering momentarily as the bed beckoned. Her very big bed. ‘Nails.’

‘Callie.’

She headed towards the door, desperate to get him out. ‘I guess I’ll see you there,’ she threw over her shoulder as she flayed herself mentally for such a serious lapse in judgement.

Just because she could empathise with him, it didn’t negate the risks of boundary blurring in their supposed to be platonic relationship.

He caught up with her at the bar fridge, snagging her arm and spinning her round, pulling her up hard against his body.

‘I don’t want to go,’ he muttered then swooped his mouth down to claim hers.

Callie was stunned for two seconds before her body ignited and she opened her lips to him on a strangled moan, clinging to his sleeves for dear life. He pulled away for a moment, his peridot eyes glittering with reckless desire.

‘I want to stay. I want you.’

He returned to ravage her mouth groaning deep in the back of his throat when she opened to his hot, demanding tongue, matching his intensity with her own. His hands found her waistband, tugging at her blouse, then he was lifting it over her head and off, his hands cupping her breasts, his head lowering to suck her nipple through the fabric of her bra and when she whimpered, ‘Sebastian,’ he yanked her bra cup aside and took her nipple into his mouth.

Callie’s head spun, her pulse hammering as she was dragged into the wild tumult of their desire. As her fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt his hands were at her waist, pulling at her button and zip, pushing at her trousers and panties, pushing them down, pushing them off.

She tore her mouth from his as his smooth chest was finally bared to her hands, pressing kisses down his throat, across his pecs, against a flat, brown nipple. Her hands roved over the tautness of his abs and grabbed at his belt, unhooking it with fingers that shook in her eagerness to touch the thick erection making itself known against her belly.

He groaned when she finally freed his cock and Callie smiled triumphantly as she palmed the length of him, revelling in the feel. Hard. So hard. Like a rod of steel packaged in the finest silk.

When her hand crept lower and cupped his balls he growled, ‘Callie,’ before claiming her mouth again, bending her head back, one hand buried in her hair, the other unclipping her bra.

The rasp of his breath was in her ears and the smell of his hair and his skin was in her nostrils and he tasted like beer and lime and she couldn’t think of anything else other than taking him inside her, holding him close, hearing him groan her name as he let himself go.

Callie released him to shrug out of her bra and then she reached for him again and he was walking her backwards, their mouths fusing as he fumbled in his back pocket for his wallet. Kicking out of his trousers, he ditched his shirt then he pushed her down on the bed, following her, landing on the mattress his mouth at one breast, his fingers at the other.

She gasped for breath, gasped for mercy, gasped for more. Callie wanted all of him. All he could give. ‘Sebastian, please,’ she cried. ‘I need you in⁠—’

He cut her off with a kiss that had her whimpering, clinging to his shoulders. ‘I’d forgotten how great you tasted,’ he murmured, nuzzling her neck, his hand stroking over her hip.

‘I want to taste you all over.’

He moved lower, his tongue trekking to her breast, his hand straying to her inner thighs, his knuckles brushing ever-so-lightly against the slick, hot heart of her, where she tingled and burned for him most.

‘And then I want to start again,’ he said against her puckered nipple, before sucking it into his mouth and stroking a finger between her legs.

Callie almost arched off the bed as she cried his name. But the gentle teasing of his finger was stoking a fierce need. She pulled at his head, her nipple impossibly peaked, engorged from his attention and sensitive to the sudden rush of cool air.

‘Later,’ she muttered, her voice crazed with need. ‘If you’re not inside me in the next five seconds I think I’m going to die.’

He chuckled and kissed his way back up to her. ‘Well, we’ll have to do something about that, won’t we?’

Reaching for his wallet which he’d thrown on the bed as they’d fallen to the mattress, she urged him to, ‘Hurry.’

He pulled the foil packet out and brandished it a little. ‘Patience, Callie, patience.’

She glared at him as she reached down, grasped his erection and squeezed. His groan was deeply satisfying but not as satisfying as the haste with which he ripped open the condom.