Page 25 of Guarding the Doctor
It was something I didn’t have a lot of in my life. Lighthearted conversation. Even though I had friends in the military and was becoming friends with my new coworkers at Sapphic Security, we never really just chatted like this. Most of our conversations centered around our work.
But that night as I lay in bed after feasting on pizza with Kathryn and Cassie, one of Kathryn’s questions repeated over and over again in my mind.What would your dream be?
As I succumbed to sleep I realized that I’d felt more energy and passion working in the Emergency Department with Kathryn than I had with any other mission. And it wasn’t because I was with my mate, although that was a nice bonus. It was the work itself. I loved it. I loved healing people. I loved diagnosing a problem, fixing them up, and moving onto the next patient.
Had I made a mistake following in my sister’s footsteps? I’d liked my military career, and I liked working at Sapphic Security, but they both just felt like jobs. Neither gave me the sense of accomplishment that working in at the hospital did. That wassomething I was going to have to think more about. After we solved this case and my mate was safe.
Saturday morning Kathryn slept in, her exhaustion overtaking her. She wandered into the kitchen just after nine, looking sleepy and rumpled. There was a crease on her face from the pillow, and her curly hair was wild, despite her pulling it back into a ponytail.
“Good morning,” she greeted me, her voice thick with sleep. “What are you doing?”
“Reviewing the schematics for the hospital,” I said.
“That sounds enthralling,” she joked, sitting across from me and taking a long sip of her coffee.
I couldn’t help the little growl that escaped me when she closed her eyes and made a happy sound. Is that what she’d sound like when I made her come?
“What?” she asked, her eyes coming to mine.
“I’ve never seen anyone so happy to have their morning coffee.”
“When you work the crazy hours I do, you learn to love your caffeine. It really gets me going.”
“I’d be happy to get you going in the morning,” I suggested, giving her an exaggerated wink.
I didn’t recognize this side of myself. The person who laughed and flirted.
“How would you do that?” she teased back.
I patted my lap. “Come over here and I’ll show you.”
To my surprise, she did. My mate was going to keep me on my toes.
“Where’s Cassie?” she asked, coming to stand in front of me.
“Patrolling the outside.”
“Okay then.” She threw one leg over me, straddling my hips, her face close to mine as she sat on my lap. “Show me how you’d get me going.”
With another growl, I tunneled my fingers in her hair and crashed my lips against hers. She tasted like mint and coffee, her tongue tangling eagerly with mine. As the kiss went on, I lowered one hand between us, squeezing her soft breast in my palm. I made a sound of approval – or maybe pain – as I realized that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Kathryn chuckled against my lips. I pulled her lower lip between my teeth, biting down hard enough to make her gasp. Her blunt nails dug into my shoulders, giving me a little bite of pain in return.
“You vamps run hot, don’t you,” Kathryn whispered as she slid her mouth towards the bare skin of my shoulder. “Wearing a tank top in January?”
Instead of answering, I slid my hand down lower, teasing the edge of the waistband of her baggy sleep pants before slipping inside. When she didn’t protest I kept going, moving underneath the thin fabric of her underwear, not stopping until I found the sweet heat between her legs. With her straddling me, it was easy to slide in between her lower lips, my fingers spreading her moisture up and down her slit.
Kathryn was peppering little kisses along my neck and shoulder, but when I slid one finger into her slick channel she stilled. Her eyes met mine, glazed with need, and I smirked as I began pumping in and out of her body.
The scent of her arousal filled the air, heightening my own excitement. I could hear her heart pounding, keeping pace with my own. I took a deep breath, trying to keep my inner vampire under control. She wanted nothing more than to sink her fangs into Kathryn’s neck and make her ours forever.
“That feels so good,” she whispered, her hips rocking against my hand.
I added a second finger and increased the pace, fucking her with my fingers. When I pressed my thumb against her clit, she damn near levitated off my lap. I used my free hand to hold her in place as she rode my hand, her eyes closed. I added a third finger, andwhen I curved them inside her body and touched just the right spot, she fell forward, burying her face against my shoulder.
“Don’t stop,” she cried. “That feels so good. Please, don’t stop.”
“Don’t worry little mate, I won’t leave you unsatisfied.”
