Page 40 of One Night with the Doctor

Her nails raked at his back but Sebastian didn’t even notice as he rammed into her over and over. Pounding and pounding and pounding, her cries and the water drumming down on him, washing away the events of the day until there was just her and her heat and her panting and the driving need for oblivion.

Callie knew she was coming almost from the first full thrust hitting exactly the right spot, but she didn’t want to let go, let it consume her just yet. Sebastian needed this, she knew it as surely as she knew he was holding back too.

But if anyone needed to let go, it was Sebastian. Only in his release would he find some kind of purging of the emotions that had built up over the day. It was impossible to keep everything inside when you were breaking apart.

And that, at least, she could give him.

‘Sebastian,’ she panted. ‘Let go.’

‘No.’ He grunted as he rammed in harder.

Callie bit her lip as the ripples edged out from her centre. ‘Yes,’ she demanded.

He shook his head. ‘You.’ He gasped, rocking in and out of her. ‘First.’

Callie moaned. Stubborn bloody man. But if that was what it took…

She stopped fighting it, letting the sensations rush out at her, giving the ripples free rein, feeling herself clamp down hard on his bare, thrusting cock. Hearing his corresponding groan all the way down to her clit. Then he sucked a nipple into the heat of his mouth and the wave swept over and she cried out, flinging her head back as the orgasm consumed what felt like her very soul.

Finally Sebastian’s shoulders started to shake and Callie cried out, ‘Yes, yes, yes,’ as a guttural groan was torn from his throat and he joined her, cool rain falling from the shower as he spilled into her and there were no words or thoughts as their bodies moved to a rhythm as old as time.

Just him and her and a vortex of pleasure that seemed to spiral forever until it finally ebbed, her head lolling against his, their forehead’s pressed together for the longest time, the shower bathing them, cooling heated blood and soothing sizzling skin as their breathing slowly settled.

She stirred first, lifting her head and flopping it back against the tiles. The spray misted against her lips and she opened her mouth to moisten a parched throat.

‘I think I just died and went to heaven,’ she murmured, half smiling as the feel of hard muscle beneath her hands came into her consciousness.

His lips caressed the side of her neck, his whiskers causing her to shiver before he pulled back slightly to look at her. ‘Me too.’

Water droplets clung to his browny-blond lashes and beaded on his lips. She leaned forward, kissing his eyes gently, lapping at the drops. He fluttered a kiss on her mouth and nuzzled her throat. Such tender innocent caresses considering their very carnal position.

‘This is nice,’ he murmured, settling against her as the water sluiced over his shoulders.

It was. Really nice. And it would be so easy in the aftermath of such mind-bending passion to let herself be swept up into believing that there was way more to this than two people having a good time.

But Callie was no ingénue.

They stayed for a while longer until she squirmed and he roused himself from the sweet line of her neck. ‘Sorry,’ he apologised. ‘I’m squashing you.’

‘It’s okay.’

Pulling away, he eased her down, her feet sliding to the tiles and, when Callie’s legs buckled slightly, he held her tight, letting her lean into him for a moment. ‘I’m okay now,’ she whispered as her jellied legs regained strength.

Even though she wasn’t sure if she’d ever be okay again.

He let her go but grabbed her again as she swayed a few seconds later. He held her around the waist as he shut off the taps with his other hand before sweeping her up in his arms.

Callie laughed, hanging on around his neck. ‘I can walk, Sebastian.’

He kissed her nose. ‘I know.’

Carrying her into the bedroom, he laid her gently on the bed, joining her moments later, rolling her on her side and tucking her into him as he spooned her from behind. Callie was about to protest that they were both still dripping wet but it felt too good here like this, with his arm heavy and possessive around her waist and his breath warm on her neck and drifting off to sleep felt like the most natural thing in the world.

Callie woke with a start. It was dark and something had yanked her from slumber. The warm, bony pillow beneath her cheek twitched, rocking her head a little, and she realised Sebastian was muttering to himself.

She didn’t know what time it was as she half sat, her bedroom coming into focus as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. The luminous figures on her bedside clock pronounced it just after midnight.

‘No!’