Sky realized she had been friend-zoned. Maybe even doctor-zoned. So, there was no need to test the waters about her desires. Being both, she needed to act accordingly. “As a physician, I can’t stress how important it is for you to take care of yourself. Thus, the beer.”
“You’re worried about me?” He said it as a joke, but his eyes told another story as they looked into hers. They were so intense and filled with need.
He wanted her—physically. She wanted him too. Sky wondered if she could handle being in just a physical relationship? Would she be okay with that? It would solve both of their problems.
The longer Remington held her gaze, Sky began to wonder if he could see the secrets she kept hidden deep inside. Could he tell that underneath the work-a-holic armor was a woman that wanted more? And, by more, she meant him.
She broke away from the heat of his gaze and attempted to put things back on track. Remington had just told her that he couldn’t pursue a relationship. Sex? That was a different story. There were so many reasons not to indulge in any kind of relationship with Remington, not the least of which was the fear he could make her fall in love.
Sky needed to keep things light, and away from that imaginary line they kept crossing. “Of course, I am concerned. I worry about all of my patients.”
“I’m not your patient. Charlie is.” And, that was the problem. Reality was rearing its ugly head again. She needed to be the center of his attention. Remington took another pull on his beer and glanced up into the inky night sky. He marveled at all the twinkling lights.
Silence stretched out between them until he spoke. “Charlie’s never going to walk again is she?”
Sky had to be honest. “I don’t know.” She spoke quietly. “It can take some patients weeks to feel anything and others months. So, don’t give up hope.”
“I supposed I should just be grateful she’s alive. She’s lucky to have you fighting for her. But, damn it. Charlie is a young, vibrant girl, and she might never get to experience her first high school dance. What really kills me is that one day, I won’t be able to walk her down the aisle.”
Sky placed her hand flat on his back and rubbed it across. She bent low enough where they were face to face. “Let’s say that her nerve damage is permanent. That won’t prevent Charlie from having a full and exciting life including you walking her down the aisle.”
Weren’t those the same words he’d just uttered to Charlie? Remington stared at Sky long and hard as he thought about her words. As if his body had a mind of its own, he bridged the mere inches of space between them and pressed his lips to hers.
Initially, her body stiffened thinking about all the reason why kissing Remington wasn’t a good idea, but, then she relaxed. For once, Sky didn’t want to think. She wanted to do what felt right.
Her heart was beating so fast she thought it was going to burst out of her chest. The electricity flowing through her body was indescribable, and she wanted to feel like this forever. Sky snaked her arms around his neck in an effort to bask in all the sensations he made her feel.
Remington’s voice was hoarse. “I’ve tried, but I can’t stop thinking about you.”
Breathless, Sky responded. “Me either.”
His plan which was no plan at all was only to kiss her. One kiss. We can get it out of our system. Gently, Remington pushed Sky down against the gravel of the rooftop. He dragged his tongue over her lips. His need to taste Sky and deepen the kiss was overwhelming. “You have no idea how much I want you.”
“About as badly as I want you.” She could absolutely understand. She needed this. Needed him.
He plunged his tongue into her mouth and kissed her with all the pent-up frustration brimming within him. He wasn’t sure how long it lasted—a moment, an hour, forever? He just didn’t want it to stop. He couldn’t stop. And, what was supposed to be one kiss turned into much much more. It was like a locomotive had left the station.
Remington broke the kiss and used his tongue to lick the side of Sky’s exposed neck and shoulder. His hands were busy too as they caressed the soft curve of her inner thigh forcing her skirt up. He eased his body in-between her legs and Sky cradled him there.
The huge bulge in his jeans made contact with her engorged sex. Sky rolled her hips into him creating a friction that sent electricity throughout her entire body. She recaptured his lips with hers kissing him hard.
Remington knew what her body was crying out for. His was singing the same song. But, he wouldn’t allow this to go that far. As much as he wanted to be buried to the hilt within her body, he wouldn’t cross that line. Sky wasn’t built for just a sexual relationship. He promised himself he would stop before things got too out of control, but he would try to give her as much relief as possible.
Remington continued to explore her body with his hands. He squeezed them between their bodies—on a mission searching and seeking until he came in to contact with a lacy barrier.
Eureka.
“Mmm.” Sky moaned and arched up into his hand.
His eager fingers found their way to the swollen seam of her pussy lips. He trailed his fingers up and down repeating the motion over and over again each time adding a bit more pressure.
Sky was a soaking hot mess. Her panties were useless. The throb at the apex of her thighs turned into a full-on ache. She needed some relief.
When Remington came into contact with the edge of her panties, he hovered around it for just a moment before slipping a finger underneath.
“Ahh.” Sky closed her eyes, threw her head back, and gasped unable to catch her breath. In this moment, coherent thoughts were far, and few but one came to mind. If this is my reaction to the touch of his finger, I’m going to die the second he enters me.
Sky felt like silk. He watched her breasts heave up and down. He watched her beautiful face and what it looked like as he pleasured her.
She was so damn responsive. Her reaction to him made Remington stop just to admire her.
Her eyes popped open. She looked worried. “Is something wrong?”
Voice heavy and laced with passion. He responded. “Nothing could be more right.”
Sky noticed that his eyes were now a darkened gray as they looked into hers. “Then, don’t stop.” She was needy. Her hips bucked up into his hand and his dick knowing that they were the key to her satisfaction.
She begged. “Pleeease.”
Slowly, Remington parted her tender flesh with one of his fingers and plunged it deep into her soft wet core.
Sky’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as she arched her back and clamped on to him.
God, she was sexy. He continued to watch her. He reveled in her soft moans while her fingers dug into his arms.
Remington pulled his finger out, only to add another digit when he plunged back inside her liquid heat. He allowed his fingers to do what he knew his dick couldn’t. As much as he wanted Sky, Remington promised himself he wouldn’t go there. For now, he would take pleasure in her pleasure. That was his plan until she took a nice little love bite on his neck and began to unbutton his jeans.
Sky slipped her hands inside. He wasn’t wearing underwear, so it was easy to fist him. He felt like silken steel. He was also so large she could barely wrap her entire hand around him.
Sky stroked him from the base to the tip and back down again.
His pre-cum leaked onto Sky’s fingers. She used her thumb to spread it around the tip of the bulbous head of his cock and continued to pump slowly at first, then faster and faster.
He returned the favor. She stroked, he thrust inside her body. They alternated until the pleasure was too intense.
Whatever idiotic promises he made to himself about not fucking the shit of her, were out of the window. He pulled his hands away from her and started to remove her underwear.
Her breathing was labored. She wanted him with every fiber of her being, then remembered they were on the roof. Anyone could come up. Sky released him. “My apartment is less than
twenty minutes away.”
Her words jarred him back to reality. Remington placed his forehead against hers. It was hard getting air into his lungs. “I can’t leave. I promised I wouldn’t, at least not yet.”
Disappointed. Sky closed her eyes. “I understand.” And, thus the conundrum.
Remington’s phone announced a caller. “Charlie is calling.”
Their moment was over. It vanished just as quickly as it happened and reality came crashing down.
Remington rolled off of Sky and sat up to take the call while she adjusted her clothing. “Hey, you. I’m here. I just stepped out to get some fresh air.” Remington looked apologetically at Sky. “Okay, I’ll be down in a minute.” Seconds later, he disconnected the call. “I’ve got to get back.”
It took a minute, but Remington buttoned up his pants, then stood and held out his hand to help her up. Her eyes were bright, glassy, and it killed him. He was doing this to her. He knew she wanted more than he could give. Remington was going to have to cut the bullshit. He couldn’t keep doing things like things simply because he wanted her near.
“Of course.” Sky got to her feet and smoothed out her skirt. She was only slightly embarrassed that she had been rolling around on the roof of the hospital. Fortunately, she was sure there were no cameras up there.
He squeezed her hand because he hadn’t been able to let it go. “From now on—” He glanced up. “Every time there’s a perfect night like this, I’m going to call it Remington’s Sky. His lips barely touched hers in a feathery light kiss. He sighed. The battle was over. It was impossible to do what he knew he needed to. “There are a million and one reasons why we shouldn’t get involved, but right now, I don’t give a damn about any of them. Things are crazy. I don’t have to explain that to you. It’s selfish and wrong of me to ask you to be patient. Still, I’d like to figure out whatever this is between us.”
Sky smiled and whispered. “I’d like that too.” His words made her knees go weak. They were exciting and terrifying. What was she supposed to say considering he had just named a sky after her? The rational response would be pursuing a romantic relationship was not a good idea. However, when Sky imagined taking the long walk on the beach, it was with Remington.
Maybe it could work-out somehow? Sky couldn’t help but think things that are impossible are only impossible until they weren’t.
*****
Remington watched Charlie sleep. However, his mind kept fantasizing about Sky. The woman had his mind playing tricks on him. It was a no-brainer that he was physically attracted to her. Any warm-blooded man would be. But, there was also something else that called to him on a deeper level. That was the part that made him nervous. Still, he was excited about the possibilities. Sky didn’t want or need anything from him. She was a successful, thriving woman all on her own. She also had a soft spot for his daughter, and Charlie seemed to have the same feelings. Over the past weeks, the two of them developed some type of bond. That endeared Sky to him even more. Maybe when Charlie was more settled in whatever the future held, provided Sky was still single, he would invite her on a real date—show her that he was interested in more than just her body—and not just stolen moments. Remington had to be honest with himself too, he was very very interested in her body.
A very sleepy Charlie called out to him. “Daddy?”
Remington had zoned out again. Thinking about Sky. “I’m here.” He caressed her forehead with a feather-light touch.
“I texted you and then fell off to sleep. What were you thinking about? Dr. Kirby?”
“Dr. Kirby?”
“Dad. I’m not five. You get this look on your face when you think about her.”
“You are too smart for your own good.” Remington moved Charlie’s hair out of her face. “Let’s just say you were right? What if we were attracted to each other? Would that bother you?”
Charlie thought about it. “I already told you to go for it. I mean, at first, I wasn’t sure. I feel like I’m just getting you back . . . And—”.
“You know that no one can ever replace you right?”
She spoke quietly. “I’m learning. I also see how she makes you act like a silly. It makes me feel good to see you happy especially since I know you haven’t been for a really long time.”
Remington didn’t know what to say. “You’re too perceptive.”
Charlie twisted her fingers together. “I like Dr. Kirby a lot. She’s not only good for you, but she’s also good for me.”
Remington lifted the corner of his lips in a lop-sided grin. “Yeah? So is this about you or me?”
“I’ll admit, it’s about us. So, don’t mess this up.”
“What do you suggest I do?”
“Take her on a date.”
He tilted his head from side-to-side. “Maybe when you’re all better.”
“That’s too far into the future. You’ve barely left the hospital in weeks.” She tipped her chin toward the chair he had been sitting in. “Sitting there can’t be comfortable, and that’s where you’ve been sleeping. Why don’t you go to your hotel tonight? Or, better yet, do something special? Is it too late to take Dr. Kirby to dinner? Seriously. She is gorgeous.”
“I can’t disagree with you there. She’s beautiful.” He scratched the side of his head.
“I know right? You need to make a move and nail this thing down for us.”
Remington laughed out loud. “You think so?”
“Yeah. I do. It was my dad that taught me that if you see an opportunity not to let it slip through your fingers.” Charlie reached out and placed her hand on top of his. “I’ll be here in the morning. I can’t exactly run away.” She attempted a joke.
Remington’s throat was thick. “You’re amazing. You’re teaching me what real strength and courage look like.”
Charlie blushed.
Remington felt as if he and Charlie had passed some kind of milestone. He didn’t know if this was a good time but was compelled to ask the question that had been nagging in the back of his mind. Remington’s voice was quiet. “Charlie, what happened the night of the accident?”
The question clearly caught her off guard. She swallowed. “I-I don’t remember.”
Remington knew that she was holding something back. “You know you can trust me right?”
She bit her lip. “When it comes back to me, I promise you’ll be the first person I tell.” Charlie exaggerated a yawn which he noticed she tended to do when she didn’t want to talk about her accident. “I’m so tired. You should go before it gets too late. See you in the morning?”
The twelve-year-old minx was dismissing him. After a slight pause of indecision, he bent low and kissed Charlie on the forehead. “Bright and early. I’ll have my cell phone with me if you need me for any reason. Okay?”
“I’m going to be asleep. Now, go. Stop stalling.” She pulled the covers up to her chin.
Remington grabbed his overnight bag and threw it over his shoulder as he backed out of the room. “Are you really sure about me leaving?”
“Please leave.” She rolled her eyes. “Bye, dad.”
“Okay. Okay.” He put his hands up in surrender. He stopped at the door before leaving. “Your phone is by your bed. Make sure it’s charged.”
“Yep.” She smiled sweetly. “I love you.”
Remington’s heart had never been so full. “I love you too.”
Chapter 20
Sky needed to calm her hot ass down. Even after a shower, her body was still humming from her time on the roof with Remington.
She attempted to distract herself as she sat curled up on the sofa in front of the television drinking a glass of wine and flipping channels. Sky had a moment where she wished she had someone important in her life. Someone who could hold her and listen as she moaned and groaned about the trials of her day. It wasn’t really someone. It was Remington. His face is what flashed through her mind. His life was more complicated than hers, and it was so full. He said he wanted to
figure things out, but there really wasn’t any room for her.
Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt. Sky reached over onto the table and grabbed it. A smile crossed her face as she instantly recognized the number on the display. She must have thought him up. “Hey.”
He could hear the smile in her voice. “Hey.” It was probably the same one she heard in his. “I’ve got this bottle of wine that I think you might enjoy.”
“I can’t wait to try it. If tomorrow was anything like today, as soon as I walk through the door from work, I might just drink it straight from the bottle.”
“Was it our rooftop experience or an all-around rough day?”
Sky sighed. “Do I need to pick one? Although the roof-top was probably the highlight of my day.”
“Then, how about you let me inside, and we can pass the bottle between us—maybe even finish what we started.”
Sky sat up and threw her legs over the couch. “Wait. Where are you?”
“Outside your door.”
She was surprised. “How’d you—”
“You don’t know yet that I have my ways?” He chuckled. “Remember, I sent a squad car for you.”
Sky got up and quickly went into the kitchen where she dumped her glass of wine. “But, I didn’t know you knew my specific address.” She untied her silk scarf from her head and put it in a drawer as she ran her fingers through her wiry curls.
“Are you going to let me?”
Sky went to the door, took two deep breaths to calm her nerves, and slowly opened it.
She took his breath away. It was only a little after nine p.m., but Remington wasn’t expecting Sky to open the door in a slip-like negligée that barely came down past her ass.
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