Page 20 of My Reluctant Valentine

“Come for me.” I worked her faster. “Fall apart around my cock, baby.”

I could feel her shattering, her body pulsing against me. I didn’t hold back, letting my release overtake me as I thrust deeper and harder until we were both spent.

Later, when I could form coherent thoughts again, I gathered her close against my chest.

“You okay?” I pressed kisses to her face. “Any pain?”

“No. I’m fine. Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For making it perfect.” She traced the scar on my cheek. “For being patient.”

I caught her hand, bringing it to my lips. “You make it easy. The way you respond to me... fuck, baby. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.”

“Even when I start spouting medical terms?”

“Especially then.” I rolled her beneath me, already hardening. “Though I prefer the sounds you make when you can’t remember any medical words at all.”

Her breath caught as I rocked against her. “Already?”

“Problem with that?” I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth, making her arch into my touch.

“Actually, the male refractory period is quite fascinating from a physiological—”

I silenced her by thrusting inside her, one long, hard thrust. “What did I say about medical terms in bed?”

“That it makes you want to corrupt me thoroughly?” She wrapped her legs around my waist. “Because from a scientific perspective, repeated stimulation can—”

“That’s it.” I pinned her hands above her head. “Time for another lesson in dirty talk.”

“Please?” The way she said it—all innocent need—made me throb.

“Please what?” I wanted to hear her say it.

“Please fuck me again.” Her blush was gorgeous. “Did I say it right?”

The combination of her proper doctor’s voice and those dirty words nearly made me come like a teenager.

“Perfect.” I moved my hips, taking her. “So fucking perfect.”

She was more confident this time, meeting my thrusts, demanding more. When she came again, crying my name, I knew I was ruined for anyone else.

Jake was going to have to understand. His sister wasn’t just another woman to me anymore.

She was everything.

CHAPTER TEN

Ella

I wandered out of the bedroom the next morning, my body deliciously sore in all the right places. A deep, aching satisfaction hummed through me, a reminder of the night before—the way Cole had touched me, taken me, ruined me in the best possible way.

He was placing plates of food from a serving cart on the small table by the window, shirtless, his jeans, unbuttoned, hanging low enough to make my mouth water. His hair was still damp from the shower, his muscles flexing with every movement. He turned as I joined him, his gaze sweeping over me with a mix of satisfaction and something deeper—something that made my heart clench and my toes curl.

“Morning, little doctor.” His voice was thick with warmth, with something dark and smug hidden beneath it. “How are you feeling?”

I padded toward him, wanting to feel those arms around me. “A little sore.”

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