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ELIJAH’S LIPS PRESSED hard against hers. His tongue forced its way into her mouth and she arched her body to be closer to his. Her hands ran over his chest and found their way down his back. No man should have skin this smooth and soft. Her fingers ran into the top of his jeans. She had undone his button and zipper but then he had distracted her with his kisses and touch.
She turned her head slightly away from his mouth but that did not deter his lips. They continued their torment along her neck. “Hey,” she whispered. “Do you want to take these things off?” She tugged lightly at a belt loop.
Hot breath teased her ear and neck. “Do you want me to?”
Was he serious? “Well, it’s only kinda fair. I’m lying here in my undies.”
His head came up so he could look her in the eyes. He smiled. “I really like those panties.”
Gosh, even the way he said that was beyond sexy.
He slid toward the end of the bed, and before he stood, kissed the center of her underwear. “So in the event of being completely fair...” He pulled his jeans down and kicked them off.
Charity’s gaze roamed hungrily down his bare chest and across an extremely hot pair of black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. She paused there momentarily and then glanced down at his muscular quads. He had to run distance. The guy had unbelievable muscle tone like he lifted weights but he was lean and fit. She let her eyes travel back up to Elijah’s face. She was grinning and winked when she met his gaze. “Nice undies.”
He hopped back on the bed. “Happy now?” His bare skin brushed hers and her left leg had a mind of its own and wrapped itself over his hip.
“I’m getting there.”
He laughed. “I feel like a sixteen-year-old kid when I’m around you.”
“Wow. If this is how you looked at sixteen...” She ran a finger zigzag over his chest.
He caught her hand and brought it to his mouth. He pressed each finger against his lips and gently sucked each one so they brushed against his tongue.
Charity wondered if his mouth could create a more exquisite torture against her breast without a bra on. The thought had her panting and biting her lower lip to try to hide it.
Elijah’s eyes never left hers. He brought her hand back to rest against the side of her body and then tenderly ran his fingers down her leg that lay over him. When he reached her knee, he cupped it and lifted it off of him back against the other. His palm covered the side of her hip, and as his fingers dug gently into her derriere muscle, he pushed against her hipbone to force her on her back instead of her side.
His hand found its way under the lace of panties. “Look at me,” he whispered when her eyes closed in pleasure. His hand stopped its movement until she opened her eyes.
“You... are...” She lost the ability to speak when his finger slipped inside of her. Each time she closed her eyes, he begged her to open them. He didn’t speak, but would pause until she looked at him again. She could feel the rushing pleasure building inside of her and when he bent forward so he could kiss her breast, she let everything go and climaxed.
He knew exactly what he was doing, and he was good at it. Very good. Her eyes still closed, she smiled. She heard him chuckle and knew he was watching her. When her heart settled back to a semi-normal rhythm, she pounced. She pushed his shoulders back and straddled his hips, forcing him onto his back.
His look of surprise switched to a confident grin as he tucked his hands behind his head. “You enjoyed that then, did you?”
“Very much, thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
Under her hips, she could feel his hardness beneath her. As much as she really wanted to know what it felt like to have him inside of her – and she really wanted to know – they had somehow come to an unspoken agreement that there would be no sex tonight. It must have been his idea but she didn’t recall having the thought cross her mind. She had to admit she liked it, and it made her like him more.
She bent down and kissed his beautiful lips. “I believe,” she whispered between kisses as her hand trailed down his chest, “I have a favor to return.”
His eyes closed when her hand slipped inside his boxer briefs.
She paused her movement until he opened his eyes. She shrugged and grinned. “It’s only fair...”
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AN ANNOYING RADIO TALK show invaded Charity’s sleep. Elijah lay beside her, his arm and leg covering her. She swore under her breath when her body trembled in anticipation of what he could do to her. They had spent the night kissing and fooling around like a couple of sixteen-year-olds. He was asleep now, but if she...
The radio host on the clock beside her laughed at some stupid joke he’d just told. Charity rolled over and hit the sleep button.
Crap! Her flight left in a little over an hour and she had to pack! They’d barely fallen asleep. She suppressed a smile. It was worth it.
She slipped out of bed and quietly went to the bathroom. She showered, pulled her hair in a ponytail and threw on a bit of mascara. She’d grabbed tights and a comfortable shirt the night before and set them in the bathroom. She dressed and then brushed her teeth. Packing her toiletries quickly, she stuffed them in the suitcase right by the bathroom door.
Elijah turned on the light beside the bed and leaned up against the headboard. The sheet barely covered his lower body. His stomach muscles flexed as he stretched and yawned. “Did I just catch you trying to sneak out of your own hotel room?”
She laughed. “Darn it! Why’d you have to wake up? You foiled my plan.”
He sniffed. “I feel so used and abused.”
She crawled across the bed and kissed his exaggerated but still sexy pouting lips. “Sorry, but I’m going to miss my flight if I don’t hurry.” She hopped off the bed and stuffed the few clothes from inside the drawers into her suitcase.
“When are you back in town?”
“Two weeks.”
“Damn, I was hoping I might have changed your mind and had you wanting to come back next weekend.”
She smiled. “I would if I could. I’ve got stuff going on in Atlanta next weekend so I can’t make it back till the following weekend.”
“Two weeks and you’re running late now? Somehow my plan to leave you all hot, bothered and wanting got ruined. You deviously turned it all around.”
“I’m very sneaky.” She zipped her suitcase and pulled the handle up. “I seriously would love to stay but I’ve got a meeting at eleven-thirty. I can’t miss this flight.”
“No worries, mate.” He started to get out of bed.
Charity put her hand on his chest to stop him. The warmth of his skin tingled up her arm and her body responded instantly. “Why don’t you stay here and sleep? Checkout isn’t until eleven. That’s over five hours of sleep if you want. Probably more than you get on a normal night.” Every doctor she knew worked on little to no sleep. They had to steal it when they could.
Elijah hesitated before leaning back against the pillows. “You’re right. It saves driving home and I have to be back at the hospital at noon.”
“I’ll even tuck you in.” She pulled the tousled comforter off the floor and laid it on the bed. The duvet hugged against his long, lean body as if it were trying to taunt her. “It’s tempting to crawl back in there with you.”
“There’s plenty of room. I’ll make it worth missing your flight.” He grinned mischievously.
She groaned. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re a tease?”
“Never.”
She sat on the end of the bed and put her tennis shoes on. What should she say now? Thanks for the great time? Catch ya on the next round? Everything sounded cheap or stupid. She looked on the bright side of leaving; he wanted to see her again so this wasn’t a one night stand. She checked her watch. Rrgghh! She had to get going.
Elijah came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her hair. “Can I call you?”
She turned her head to kiss him. The kiss deepened and sent butterflies scattering everywhere inside her. She hated to pull away, but had to. “Call, text, I promise to answer.”
“Fraudster. You said the same thing last week.” He groaned. “You are going to be the death of me.”
“It’s a good thing you’re a doctor then.” She kissed him one more time before regretfully heading to the door.
