“Damn it,” he said sharply, his teeth clenched.
“What?” Josie let her whole body go slack as he filled her over and over, hot friction, with a slow, deep rhythm that rocked her breasts up and down against his chest.
He shook his head.
She didn’t pursue it, feeling the climax creeping up on her, surrounding her, dragging her into satisfying sensual fulfillment, and like a lazy river it rolled over her, taking her under.
A whoosh of hot air blew across her chest, and she sawHouston had been holding his breath. And his own orgasm, which he finally let go as hers shattered. His head dropped over her shoulder and his hips moved faster, pushing her back into the carpet with hard thrusts.
Josie lifted her body to meet his, wanting to show him how good he felt to her, wanting him as sated and pleased as she was. For all he wanted her to yell out, he was quiet, controlled, but then she didn’t expect otherwise.
A shudder and a curse told her he was depleted, and he slowed his movements to nothing as Josie sighed in satisfaction.
The kiss on the shoulder was something she didn’t expect, and she felt a tiny sliver of hope hovering in her, that maybe she was different to him. More. Which was exactly what she shouldn’t be considering. It shouldn’t matter.
But it already did. Maybe it always had.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, enjoying his weight on her as he rested over her, not looking at all eager to pull away.
Chin buried in her hair, his voice was low. “I was supposed to show you my bedroom, wasn’t I?”
Josie kneaded the corded muscles in the back of his neck. “Is there something good in there to see?”
“Damn right.”
She laughed, then stopped short as the demanding buzz of his phone went off.
“I’m not on call. I’ll just ignore it.” Houston withdrew from her.
Josie maneuvered her knees together, wincing at the sore muscles in her thighs. That particular muscle group didn’t see a whole lot of action, she was sorry to say. Not for three sets of ten on a thigh machine, and not for regular sexual activity.
Houston’s cell phone started to ring again. He frowned as he ran his fingers through his hair. “Coincidence.”
With a sigh, Josie sat up and began to accept the fact that sheprobably wasn’t going to get to see Houston’s bedroom after all. The hospital was trying to reach him.
It was confirmed when another phone started ringing somewhere.
“Shit,” was his opinion, but he stood up and walked naked over to the end table and snatched his phone.
Josie waffled between intense post-orgasm satisfaction and regret that the night was prematurely over. She’d wanted to see his bedroom and anything else he might be inclined to show her. Like how to make her eyes roll back in her head for the fourth consecutive time.
“Yeah, okay,” Houston was saying. “I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”
Josie started looking around for her clothes, crawling across the floor on all fours towards her shorts, which were lying inside-out a few feet away.
Houston stopped her progress, startling her into squawking as he grabbed her hips and pulled her back against his erection.
“Hospital?” she whispered, even as he started to rock forward and back, his cock fitting right between her cheeks.
“Yes. One of my patients fell and broke her hip.”
“You should leave then.” She panted as he stroked against her, slipping into her slickness with the teasing tip of his rock solid body.
“Yup. In a second.”
But that second drew out to a long, pleasant minute, and Josie bit her lip, the soreness in her leg muscles forgotten. “Mmm.”
Then Houston pulled back, giving her backside a little pat. “Damn. I really do have to go.”