Page 80 of Wild Desire

Her breasts spilled out as if they were happy to be free. I knew I was thrilled to get my hands and mouth on them again. She was right. We only had so much time before I needed to leave. I shouldn't be wasting it talking about business or watching TV.

I cupped her breast, squeezing it so that her nipple was begging for my mouth. I sucked on it, and her head fell back. The whimper had me moving to the second nipple while my fingers tweaked the first one.

She eased off my lap long enough to remove her leggings and panties, and then she was tugging down my sweats and dropping to the floor between my legs.

With her on her knees in front of me, she was more than a dream. She was a fantasy. One I'd think about every day when I was alone in some hotel room.

She kept her gaze on me as her tongue swirled around the tip, the underside of my dick, and then she swallowed me whole. I couldn't think about leaving or what I should be doing. It was all feeling.

Right before I shot off like a teenager, I hauled her into my lap and eased her over my dick. I watched my swollen head disappear into her heat. I held her to me with a hand on her back. "You always feel so good."

"Mmm," was all she managed as she rose over me and slid down.

We moved together, me helping her with my hands on her hips. When I felt myself losing control, I touched her breasts, sucking one nipple, then the other.

Her hands tangled in my hair, and when I eased back to watch her, her skin was flush, her nipples hard points.

"You need me, baby?"

She nodded shakily, and I moved my finger to her clit. Her mouth parted on a gasp, and she trembled around me. I couldn't hold back any longer and came with a roar.

I bit my lip against the urge to tell her how I felt. This was the worst time to reveal my love. She wouldn't take me seriously, and I wasn't sure it would even be welcomed. She'd been clear from the beginning that she didn't trust easily, and she wasn't looking for a relationship.

We'd have to have the conversation before I left. There was no question about it.

Tonight, I'd show her with my body. We showered, and then I moved her to my bed, where I made love to her again. I hope she was starting to realize the depth of my feelings, so that when the time came, she wasn't surprised.

The next morning, we were up early. Noelle fried donuts, and then I had a doctor's appointment with Lincoln and a final therapy session.

This time, Noelle stayed in the waiting room. She said it was because it wouldn't take long, but I wondered if she was already feeling sad about this being our last day together.

I'd gotten used to the rhythm and cadence of our days. She took me to my appointments, we shopped or grabbed lunch, andthen rested in the afternoons. In the evenings, we cooked dinner together and made love on every surface of the condo.

I couldn't believe that tomorrow I'd be on a plane, flying away from Noelle and my family. I'd just gotten to know everyone, and now I was leaving.

Would I be able to keep in touch, or would the rigors of training and my career snuff everything else out of my life?

I couldn't imagine not wanting to return, to see the people that had become so important to me. But that was what had happened for the last few years. I was so busy; I didn't have time to even think about my family, much less return for anything more than a quick visit.

I waited in the exam room for Lincoln, and when he knocked on the door, I mustered a smile.

He grinned wide. "Today's the day. You must be excited to get back on the slopes."

"So excited." But I couldn't render any enthusiasm. When I first came home, I hated the idea of spending weeks on a couch and doing rehabilitation. But now, I wanted a setback so I could stay a little while longer. If I had more time, maybe I could convince Noelle to give me more than a fling, because I wanted forever.

I just wished I could fit her into my life. I didn't see how it was possible, and it wasn't fair for me to say anything if I didn't know how it was going to work.

Lincoln manipulated my knee this way and that. "Any pain? Even a twinge?"

"Nothing." Instead of release, the tension knotted tight in my stomach.

"I don't have a reason not to clear you. You have any reservations?"

"None." Except for the woman sitting in the waiting room.

"I'll sign the paperwork and forward it to your agent. Does anyone else need a copy?"

I shook my head.

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