The M.D. Courts His Nurse by Meagan McKinney Page A

contact when he dragged her naked, aroused breasts against him, merging their flesh.
    One hand slid under the elastic waistband of her panties to feel the wet warmth of her.
    He groaned, as if her arousal was almost painful to him. “It’s been too long,” he whispered, sliding the panties right off her. He stroked her high on the inside of her thighs, and she opened them wider for him, guiding his fingers with every stroke.
    She shuddered, a throaty moan escaping her, when his fingers gently parted the delicate folds of her sex like petals, driving her with quick intensity to a climax. The speed of it shocked her and only made her greedy for more.
    â€œI want you inside me,” she begged, fumbling to un-buckle and lower his trousers.
    â€œI want me inside you, too,” he assured her, gazing deep into her eyes. “But one of us has to be responsible. I don’t have any protection. How ’bout you?”
    â€œBelieve it or not,” she confessed, “until this moment that’s never been an issue with me—almost, a few times, but not quite.”
    He stared down at her as if not quite believing.
    She controlled her reeling thoughts long enough to persuade him. All she knew now was want and the fiery drive to appease it. John Saville was another woman’s lover and would probably never be hers again, but time was standing still for once. All the instincts that saved her from Brian had abandoned her. She only knew that while her mind told her it was long-suppressed carnal greed driving her, her heart had her fooled that it was love. She wanted John Saville, wanted him now, because all the lies had lined up just right, and she was blinded and, oh, so hungry.
    â€œThis should be the absolute safest time for me,” she whispered, pulling him onto her. “That’s as responsible as Nurse Becky can be right now, Doctor.”
    He closed his eyes as if the emotions inside him roiled in conflict. Finally, as if damned, he settled himself between her thighs. “Don’t be nervous,” he soothed as he entered her. “It’s going to be nice, you’ll see.”
    Mixed in with the breathless heat of her desire was a little fear of the unknown, but he’d told her the truth. For just a brief moment, as he opened her tight resistance, she was uncomfortable. But he was gentle, and the slight pain immediately gave way to massive wellings of pleasure that made her whisper for more.
    His gentleness, in turn, gave way to an insistent masculine hunger that made his hips move faster and faster, plunge harder and harder. Again, yet again, she rose on fast waves of sexual climax, each one stronger and more satisfying than the one preceding it.
    Finally, just when she was sure the intensity of her responses must make her pass out, he exploded inside her, taking her up with him one last time in a mutual peak of ecstatic pleasure.
    Once again exhausted, though this time by pleasure, he drifted off to sleep. Her last coherent picture was a dazed tangle of arms and legs before she joined him in slumber.

Eight
    J ohn’s eyes slowly focused on his watch: 3:15 p.m.
    â€œWe’ve been zoned out for hours,” he marveled.
    Still curled up beside him, Rebecca knew she was awake by her sudden self-consciousness about her nudity. She pulled the sheet up to hide her exposed breasts, but she made no effort to dress because that would mean leaving his side and killing the moment.
    Sick in her heart, she came to the desperate realization that she was heading for a fall. She might rationalize that she had taken John Saville to her bed as a Mr. Right-Now, but deep down she knew he meant more. Much more. And she had no right to him. What they’d done was wrong, without commitment, and there had been none. They’d let the moment take them by the throat, and now he would have to leave, and she would have to pretend the most earth-shattering joy she’d ever known had