Page 40 of Rescuing Dr. Marian
I was obsessed with Foster. Not a night—or day for that matter—had gone by in six months that I hadn’t fantasized about being with him like this. Hadn’t wanted his hands on my body and his laser focus on me.
“Fuck.” The word was an embarrassing whimper. As soon as Foster’s hand came down to press against my cock, I arched into it. It was hot but also a lot like relief. Relief to finally be touched where I wanted but also to finally move past this wall between us.
Foster’s voice was rough when he spoke against the hot skin of my cheek. “I trust you to stop me if?—”
“Shut the fuck up,” I said, arching into him again. “If we have to talk about this anymore, I’m going to fucking explode.”
The low rumble of his laugh made me grin against his temple as I inhaled the intoxicating scent of him. My hands moved under his shirt, exploring ridges of hard, broad muscles across his back and shoulders.
“That’s how I felt when you said you were going to your sister’s,” he grumbled. “Thought I might have to tie you to the goddamned bed.”
The words shot liquid fire through my veins. “Shoulda held my ground,” I said on a gasp as his deft fingers moved to the button on my fly and flicked it open. “Sounds intriguing.”
I realized belatedly there was a whole lot more of this man than the chaste skin of his back and quickly moved my hands down to explore further.
“Yeah? You kinky, Dr. Marian? Want me to—oh fuckkk.”
My hand gripped his long shaft as we both groaned.
He was fucking huge.
I almost wanted to laugh, remembering how startled I’d been that first night in Hawaii, to realize that I was noticing Foster not in the clinical way of a doctor assessing a patient but as a seriously aroused man thinking about a guy he wanted to fuck. It didn’t seem startling at all anymore. I couldn’t imagine how anyone could see Foster Blake andnotwant him.
“Not gonna lie,” I admitted in an embarrassingly breathy voice. “This is a little intimidating.”
“Yeah?” The edge of Foster’s lip curled up. “You in over your head, Doc?”
My knees wobbled as his cock jerked in my hand.I did that. I made him feel good.
It was heady power, the ability to make this big, strong guy lose control a little. I wanted more of it.
We unzipped each other’s pants, shoving at the material with no finesse until we were both bare to our thighs. Foster grabbed my shaft and held it together with his, pulling up with his firm grip. The press of our cocks together was something I’d obviously never experienced before, and I felt a moment of regret for all the lost opportunities because this felt fucking amazing.
My heart thundered, and my breathing came fast. “Foster, fuck.”
“You feel so good,” he murmured roughly. “Fuck, I want to suck your cock. Pull your balls into my mouth and hear those noises you make.”
Oh, god. Hearing him talk like that, in the deep voice that had transfixed me since the plane ride to Hawaii, nearly made me come—my release wasright there—but I didn’t want this to be over. I reached down to cup his balls, tugging slightly and exploring his taint with my fingers.
He hissed in a breath that was a groan in reverse. “Shit, Tommy.”
I licked along the stubbled bump of his Adam’s apple. The difference between this and everything I’d ever done with a woman was striking. This was rough and aggressive, raw and…powerful. It was strength matched and mirrored. Unfiltered andunpretentious. I didn’t even know how to describe it, but I knew I wanted—needed—more.
Foster’s guttural voice vibrated through my lips. “Gonna make me come.”
“You’re the one doing it,” I said, suddenly feeling giddy.
“Driving me crazy, swear to fuck.” He tightened his grip and changed the rhythm.
I gasped and leaned into him, grasping the fabric of his shirt to keep from falling.
“Need you to come, sweetheart.”
That was all it took. The tender command spoken in his broken voice. My release hit hot and hard. The entire thing had lasted seconds, mere moments of frantic desperation, but the orgasm that ripped through me solidified the line between Then and Now. Between who I was before and who I wanted to be.
The real me. A man not afraid to take what he wanted, to feel pleasure without apology. To let someone take care of me, command me, and show me how good it could be.
Foster grunted before his hot release joined mine on my stomach. The sound of his release in the otherwise quiet room caused Chickie to lift her head up, jingling the tags on her collar.
