Page 35 of Guarding the Doctor
“Let’s have sex,” she enunciated carefully. “I mean, I know we’ve gotten each other off already, but I was thinking we could have full-on naked in a bed sex tonight. If you’re up for it, I mean.”
Maybe I’d followed the conversation just fine.
“I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” I said lamely.
“I want to be clear though, tonight is just sex.”
I opened my mouth to respond, and she held up her hand. “I’m not saying it can never be more than sex, I’m just saying that until things settle down in my life and I have a place of my own again, I can’t commit to anything serious.”
I wondered if she’d really be able to keep things casual. I wondered if I could. My vamp was pressing against me whenever we were together, demanding that I claim her. It had been hard to hold her back earlier. When Kathryn went down on me, it had taken all my self-control not to pull her up and sink my fangs in her neck.
But there’d be no biting, not until Kathryn was ready to commit to us being mates. If we didn’t end up together, it would be incredibly painful for me. A lot of supes went crazy if they were rejected by their mates or fell into a depression so deep they faded away. But it was ten times harder if they’d already sealed the mate bond.
“Okay, we can do that, we can keep it just physical,” I said casually, like we were negotiating where to go for dinner. Deep inside me, my vamp was shrieking with displeasure.
“Are you okay?” she asked. “You look like you’re in pain.”
I nodded. “My vamp is cranky, but don’t worry, I’m totally up for this.”
“In that case, how about we go to my bedroom?” She gave me a smile that was pure sin.
“Let’s go to mine instead,” I suggested. “The bed’s bigger.”
When Kathryn didn’t move fast enough, I picked her up and tossed her over my shoulder, making her shriek.
“Put me down before you hurt yourself!”
Despite her protests, I could smell her getting wet. I smacked her ass, then wrapped one arm around her legs, pinning them to my chest. “Supernatural strength, remember?”
Moving down the hallway at a slow jog, I brought Kathryn into my room, closing the door behind us. We shared one long, heated look before we both started moving, practically ripping our clothes off without a care as to where it all landed.
We were both naked in record time and then we flew together. Our bodies lined up almost perfectly, her small breasts pressing against my larger ones. Kathryn cupped the back of my head, drawing my head towards her, and I slid my hands down to cup the muscular globes of her ass.
I should have expected the way my entire body lit up the instant my lips touched hers, yet still it caught me by surprise. It had never been like this before, not with anyone else. Kathryn nipped at my lower lip, demanding entrance, and I opened for her, content to let her lead.
By the time we broke apart again, we were both breathless. I lowered my head, kissing my way down to her neck, pausing to nip at the juncture of her shoulder. I sucked lightly on the spot where I’d someday mark her as mine.
Meanwhile Kathryn’s hands were exploring, moving up and down my back, my shoulders, my ass, pulling me closer even though we were already pressed against each other.
I kissed her again, walking her backwards, wanting to get on the bed before my knees gave out. When we reached the bed we collapsed onto our sides, laughing as we bounced on the comforter, making the bedsprings squeak.
“Oh my God, Yuri is going to hear us,” Kathryn giggled.
“He was going to hear us anyway,” I told her. “He can probably hear the people next door having sex. But it’s okay, supes aren’t bashful about sex like humans are, we take it all in stride.”
“I know what I’d like to take in stride,” she teased, rolling me onto my back and straddling my waist.
She pressed her pussy against the top of my mound, giving me just light pressure while she reached down and cupped my breasts, squeezing them and pressing them together again and again.
“I love your breasts,” she whispered. “They’re so perfect.”
“Not as perfect as they were when I was in my twenties,” I said wryly.
I wasn’t normally self-conscious about my body – no supes were – but something made me want to look perfect for her. It was a novel feeling, and one I didn’t want to analyze too much.
“Shush,” she said, pinching my nipples hard enough to make me gasp. They hardened under her touch. “You’re perfect.”
Bending my knees, I flipped her over so I was on top.
