Page 35 of One Night with the Doctor

He was sheathed in a matter of seconds.

And then he was lifting her leg, propping it on his shoulder, leaning over her on his elbows and pushing in deep. So, so deep she almost screamed it was that good.

‘Oh, God, yes,’ she panted, as he pulled out and pushed back in again.

‘Callie!’

‘More,’ she gasped. ‘More.’

And he gave her more and more and more until she was moaning and yelling and scratching at his back as she came, and when he joined her, shuddering and jerking, his fingers branding her hips, she wrapped her legs around him, gathering him closer and came again.

‘What say you and I keep this thing going?’

Callie raised an eyebrow, trying to play it cool as Sebastian threw his linen serviette on the business class tray in front of him. They hadn’t talked about what happened next while they’d been getting busy in her hotel room. They hadn’t really had time.

Were they a thing?

They hadn’t gone to the dinner and he’d stayed all night in her bed. In the morning they’d had room service for two after which he’d persuaded her that a naked day with him was much more preferable to anything the conference programme had to offer.

In fact, so thorough was he in his persuasion that they’d nearly missed their flight. After a mad dash to the airport which felt very James Bond, they’d just managed to get to the gate before boarding closed.

‘We have a thing?’

He shrugged. ‘We’d still be in your bed at the hotel if it wasn’t for this flight. We played hooky from the entire last day of the conference. And I don’t know about you but I still haven’t had enough. I’m not done yet.’

Callie shivered at his words, at the delicious directness of them. And hell if she wasn’t torn. She wanted to – God knew, she wanted to. But it warred with all the reasons why she shouldn’t.

‘Even now all I can think about is touching you.’ He lifted the armrest between them out of the way and brought her hand to his mouth. ‘Kissing you,’ he murmured, his lips against her skin as he dropped a kiss on her knuckles.

The shiver travelled all the way to her core and she pulled her hand away. The denim of his jeans pulled tautly across his thighs and crotch, and even though a tray hid most of his lap she could see the thickening beneath his zipper.

He was as turned on as she was. But…

‘I’m not in the market for a relationship. I like my life the way it is now.’ She kept her voice low. ‘I can do what I like when I like and not have to consult someone else or put someone else’s needs first.’

As much as she missed her nephew and would have him back in a heartbeat, her life had certainly been a whole lot less complicated without him around twenty-four seven. She had much more freedom now to indulge in what she wanted, to be selfish and think purely of her own needs.

‘Who said anything about a relationship?’ he asked, moving in to nuzzle her neck now the armrest barrier had been removed. ‘The way I see it, this thing is so intense it’s bound to fizzle out as quickly as it started.’

Catching her hand again, he brought it to his chest as he dropped light kisses down her neck. ‘Look at it as pure sexual attraction.’

He urged her hand lower then and Callie’s fingers brushed his stomach, feeling the contraction of his abdominals.

‘Something that needs to be acted on.’

He settled her hand beneath the tray resting on his erection. ‘Exorcised,’ he muttered. ‘We’re adults, Callie. We’re allowed to act on our urges.’

Callie was sure everyone on the plane could hear her breathing. Involuntarily she opened her hand over him, feeling the contours of the thick ridge beneath her hand, and without a second thought she squeezed. Sebastian groaned low and deep in her ear and her nipples beaded.

‘Do it again,’ he whispered.

Callie swayed closer to him, his voice hypnotic, a swell of desire blooming in her chest and suffusing heat southwards. But still she glanced around. Could anyone see what was happening beneath that tray?

She crossed her legs, giving them further privacy. Yes, Sebastian had the window seat and the tray was in the way and they were in business class where things were more private, but she didn’t want to be caught out like a horny teenager.

‘Callie…’

The guttural groan in her ear was full of ache and want and she ran her hand up and down the length of him this time. His breath hissed in her ear and she shut her eyes. ‘This is mad,’ she muttered, her head spinning.