Emily drove her nails into her palms. If she didn’t she’d run to him and hold him and tell him not to say any more, not when it so obviously pained him. Oh Lord, how could she still be standing motionless? But she was. She had to. She refused to crumble for his sake. For their sake.
“That I could forget all about the uncertainty of my future, the fact the cancer may come back one day, if I denied I had it in the first place?”
She drew in a short breath. “Is that what you’ve been doing?”
Rob looked at her, the shadows of the street doing little to hide the torment in his eyes. “It is.”
She licked her lips. She wanted to take a step toward him. But she wouldn’t. Not yet. There was still too much to be said. From both of them. “Robert, I know who you are. I love who you are, but yes, there is a chance your cancer may return. There’s always a chance. I know that as a doctor and you know it as a survivor.”
“So I just have to swallow that?” He let out a ragged breath. “Do you know how hard it is to be me and a cancer survivor at the same time? I bloody well sky-dive from the Eiffel Tower, I don’t take the lift to the top of it.”
“Not even if you were holding my hand as we rode in that lift?”
His lips curled at her question, a small smile she wanted to see stretch wider. Instead, he raked his hands through his hair, looking away from her again. “Joe says I can do it. He says I’ve done stupid things and brave things, now’s the time to do the smart thing.” He turned back to her, his eyes haunted. “But babe, it scares the shit out of me—that future. And the fact I’m scared scares me even more. What if I can’t do what defines me anymore? What if the cancer comes back just when I thought our life was perfect? What if…ah, hell, what if I just fuck everything up by being a moron? Or dying?”
Emily’s chest squeezed tight. The last question was a muttered growl, but she could hear his heartache. Hear it, and felt it with him. “You have two ways to approach your life now, without hesitation, or without hope. I know the choice you’ve made—without hesitation—and it’s that choice that shows me—and the world—you’re not afraid of what you should be afraid of, but that doesn’t mean you have to be foolish or stubborn.”
He surprised her by laughing, a short, self-deprecating chuckle she’d never heard from him before. “Stubborn. That’s one way to describe it. Foolish? Yeah, I’ll give you that too.”
She laughed in return, a wobbly sound she wished was stronger. More confident. But it wasn’t. Not when she knew what she had to say next.
“I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Robert.” She held up her hands when he went to take a step toward her. “No, you need to listen to this. Please?”
He stopped, studying her across the footpath. “Okay.”
A cool coastal breeze blew up from the beach and played with his hair. She watched the dark strands move about his head, for a brief second revealing the surgical scar she’d given him on the right side of his head. Unbidden, the doctor part of Emily’s mind told her he was outside at night without a shirt.
You see, Emily? This is one of the things you both need to come to terms with.
She let out a breath. This was it. She had to say it. If she didn’t she was cheating them both. “I will always be a doctor, Robert, and when it comes to you, that is my curse.”
He frowned. “What do you mean?”
Emily’s heart beat harder against her breastbone. Her pulse thumped in her throat. “I love you so much, the thought of losing you to your stubbornness scares me silly, but the thought of losing you to cancer, when I am meant to be your savior…it petrifies me. And that’s the thing when you’re an oncologist. Every day I will be aware of signs you’re not. Every day there will be a part of me looking for signs you don’t even know exist. I will live with the possibility the one disease I’ve dedicated my life so far to defeating may, despite it all, defeat me.”
He stared at her, his Adam’s apple working up and down his throat. “Emily…” Her name was a husky breath.
“Don’t you see that?” Her own voice was hoarse. “Don’t you see how scared I am too?” She blinked back the tears threatening to undo her. Damn it, she didn’t cry. She didn’t.
Yes you do, Emily. For Robert, you do. And you will. Tears of pain or tears of happiness, but tears all the same.
“But here’s the thing. I’m prepared to face that fear every day with you. Every day. Because I want to. Because I need to. Because without you, the reason I fight cancer stops being the reason I live and becomes the only way to remember what you gave me. Hope for a future I want so badly, a woman no longer responsible for your health, but your happiness. Just your happiness. Please tell me that makes sense? That you understand what I’m trying to say?”
He didn’t blink. Didn’t move. “Come inside with me, Emily.”
She looked at him for a long, unwavering moment. And then nodded. Had they resolved anything? She didn’t know. But at least it was out there now. All of it. At least they were being honest with each other. Whatever happened afterward, the pain that may come, the heartache, she couldn’t walk away from the chance to spend one last rapturous moment making love to him, being made love to by him. Not when they both needed it so badly.
Rob destroyed the space between them in a single step, his hands fisting in her hair, his mouth crushing hers. Liquid heat pooled between her thighs, her sex constricting with eager want as Rob pressed his body to hers. His lean form fit against hers with perfection, the long ridge of his erection growing thicker, harder with every stab and thrust of his tongue past her lips.
She whimpered, rising onto tiptoe to align the curve of her pussy with his cock, needing to feel its insistent length against her.
“Jesus, Doc,” he groaned, tearing his lips from hers. His hands roamed her back, her ribcage, her breasts. “If we don’t get inside soon, I’m going to lean you over the bonnet of the closest car and do things to your body that’ll probably get me arrested.”
Fresh moisture flowed through Emily’s core. She closed her eyes, reveling in not only Rob’s brazen claim but the searing urgency of his lips on her neck, his hands on her breasts. A part of her she’d never surrendered to before almost dared him to do just so. Ram her against something hard and cold, spread her legs and feast on her pussy before impaling her with his cock, driving into her as the stars and moon and anyone looking out their window watched.
A deep ripple of sheer lust claimed her at the thought and she rolled her hips again, threading her fingers through Rob’s hair as she held his lips to her bowed throat. “Lord Robert, don’t threaten me with such things…”
“It’s not a threat, babe,” he growled.
Without warning, he pushed her backward, his hips and thighs pinning her to something cold and smooth and decidedly car-shaped. She gasped, the soft sound turning to a cry of surprise when Rob ran one hand down the length of her body and under the hem of her dress.
“Bet my neighbour never expected his Porsche to be the scene of such debauchery,” he murmured against Emily’s jaw, sliding his fingers up the inside of her thighs. He slipped first one finger and then another between the drenched crotch of her knickers and the even more drenched folds of her pussy, teasing her for a heartbeat before dipping both into her wet sex.
She sucked in a sharp breath, instinctively parting her thighs more to grant his hand deeper access. “Oh Robert, that feels…”
He slid a third finger into her slit, rasping the swollen nub of her clit as he did so. She bucked her hips forward, her fists tightening in his hair, her eyes closed. That someone, anyone, could discover them at any given second didn’t matter to her. That the taxi she’d called the moment she’d left his townhouse was probably this very instant turning the corner into the street meant nothing. Let them watch.
Oh Emily, where is your shame?
She didn’t care about that either. Not when Rob’s fingers were stroking her to a very rapidly approaching climax.
Rob suckled on her nipple, each drawing pull in perfect sync with his thrusting, wriggling fingers, each delving thrust pushing her closer and closer to the edge of release. “Rob…” she panted, “Rob…what if your neighbour…his car…”
“Fuck it,” Rob rasped against her breast, scissoring his fingers in her sodden pussy, “I’ll just buy the damn thing off him.”
He sucked her nipple back into his mouth, cupping and squeezing her breast as he did so. She arched against him, the cool metal of the Porsche’s bonnet beneath her arse a wicked compliment to the feverish heat of her desire.
And it was that realization—how exposed they were—that pushed her over the edge. That and Rob’s thumb rolling over her clit as his tongue rolled over her nipple.
“Yes,” she cried, trying her bloody hardest to strangle the call before it could burst from her. She failed completely. There wasn’t a hope in hell of suppressing it.
“Fuck a duck, I love the way your cunt grips my fingers,” Rob groaned, his lips scoring a line up her throat to her mouth. He swirled his tongue over hers and then nipped at her bottom lip, all the while thrusting his fingers into her constricting sex. She climaxed again, the soles of her feet prickling, her breath so shallow and rapid her head swam.
“Oh, yes, babe,” he wriggled deeper into her sex, lips and tongue and teeth teasing hers. “One more. Just one more.” He rolled her clit under his cream-slicked fingertips before pinching it with gentle force.
Another shuddering contraction pulsed through Emily’s core, a convulsing throb that made her cry out once again, and then Rob was withdrawing his hand from between her thighs and pulling her from the car’s bonnet, his lips brushing her parted ones. “I’m going to lick you clean when we get back inside,” he murmured, snaking his arms around her waist and holding her close to his body.
He cupped her arse, squeezed each cheek, and then turned on his heel and walked back toward his townhouse, his hand catching hers.
She followed him, adjusting her dress as she did so, her chest still heaving, her pussy still throbbing. Tilting her chin a little, she searched the buildings around them through lowered lashes, her cheeks filling with heat when she spied more than one silhouetted shape standing in more than one window. Witnesses to her uninhibited surrender to Rob’s touch.
And still, there is no way they could be more turned on than I am, she thought, catching her bottom lip with her teeth even as she smiled.
She returned her gaze to Rob’s tall, lean form, watching the sinewy muscles in his back coil and flex as he opened the foyer door of his townhouse.
Lick you clean…
The promise sent a shard of squirming anticipation into the pit of her belly, just as a loud car horn punched the silence behind them. She jerked around, the sight of a grimy white taxi idling beside Rob’s neighbour’s Porsche making her breath catch in her throat. So close to being completely caught out. So close…
The passenger window lowered and the driver’s face appeared, peering at them from inside the dimly lit cabin. “You pair call a taxi?”
“Sorry, mate,” Rob called back, shoving the foyer door wide. “We’re not going anywhere but the bedroom.”
Chapter Six
They didn’t make it to the bedroom.
The moment the door to Rob’s home swung closed behind them, he pushed her against its smooth wooden surface and pressed his body against hers, snaring her hands in his and sliding them up above her head. He gazed into her eyes, his steely erection nudging the junction of her thighs. “Now, what did I have to do next?”
Emily laughed, rolling her hips as she hooked one leg around his hip. “Something about licking me clean?”
His blue eyes twinkled. “Oh, yes, that’s right.”
He slowly slid down the length of her body, catching her bent leg before she could remove it from his back and wrapping it around his shoulder. He cupped her calf with one hand and lifted her dress’s hem with the other. Leaning forward, he stroked his tongue over her thighs, lapping with deliberate attention at the wet remains of her orgasm still slicking her skin.
She pushed her hips forward, eager—no desperate—for his tongue to find her pussy, her clit. But it didn’t, Rob teasing her instead with the occasional flick over her mons through the lace of her knickers when he ventured from the flushed flesh of her thighs.
“You bastard,” she breathed when he rose to his feet, her sex untouched by his mouth.
The dimple flashed in his cheek, even as his stare burned with blue hunger. “Me?”
She lifted her chin, smoothing her palms over his bare chest. “Yes, you.”
He lowered his head to hers, the scent of her own musk slipping into her breath as he brushed his lips against hers. “So, do something about it.”
The challenge sent a spear of charged need into Emily’s core and she let her lips curl into a small smile. “Very well,” she murmured. “I shall.”
She dropped to her knees, tugging open his fly and releasing his erection with smooth ease. It jutted free, long and thick and venous. “I have been a student of human anatomy for many, many years, Robert Thorton,” she commented, wrapping her fingers around his girth, a low chuckle vibrating in her chest at his swift intake of breath. “But this is by far the most impressive organ I have ever seen.”
“Christ, woman,” Rob’s trembling groan caressed her ears and she shot him a quick look, the stretched tension on his face making her pussy flutter, “you better do something with that impressive organ soon or I’m going to embarrass myself.”
She smiled, dragging her thumb over the bulbous head of his cock, smearing the tiny beads of pre-ejaculate leaking from its slit. “Something like what?”
“Suck it,” he ground out. “Stick it in your mouth and suck it.”
For a brief moment, Emily toyed with the idea of doing no such thing, torturing him with denied release in the very way he’d just tortured her, but she couldn’t. She wanted to slide her mouth over his massive cock and draw on it. She wanted to feel its silken length under her lips, against her tongue.
Lord, at that very second, she wanted nothing else.
Heart thumping, she leant forward, flicking the tip of her tongue over the domed end of his cock. The salty taste of Rob’s flesh and the sweet tang of his pre-come danced over her taste-buds and she let out a low moan, her mouth filling with saliva.
She licked at his cock again, slower this time, one hand sliding down to cup his heavy balls. Their firm weight filled her palm, tensing a little when she gave them a gentle tug.
“Damn, that’s good.” Rob’s moan rumbled deep in his chest, a spasm hitching his abs at the caress of her tongue and fingers.
She rolled his sac in her grip, trailing the fingers of her other hand up and down his length, following the raised lines his blood-engorged veins as she dipped her parted lips over his cock’s head.
He moaned again, his hands tangling in her hair. “You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined you doing this.”
The almost breathless confession made her pussy throb. She flattened her tongue and lowered her head farther down his turgid shaft, squeezing his balls with steady pressure.
“So many times,” he murmured, thrusting his hips toward her. “So many times, and I was never even close to how amazing it feels.” He raked his fingers through her hair, combing it away from her face. “How fucking amazing it looks.”
His voice shook on the last word, t
he tremble echoed by the shudder claiming his body as she suddenly plunged her mouth down the entire length of his cock, sucking as she did so.
“Fuck, yes!” he burst out, bucking deeper into her mouth, his balls slapping against her chin, his fists knotting in her hair.
She rolled her tongue over the root of his erection, the back of her throat sliding against its demanding head, her teeth grazing its velvet flesh. She’d never understood the appeal of fellatio, the act seemed too…unclean to her medical sensibilities…but the exquisite sensation of Rob’s penis pumping in and out of her mouth, her lips sliding up and down its length, her saliva making its taut skin glisten…this was more than appealing. This was…
Addictive.
“If you don’t stop soon, babe, I’m going to come in your mouth.”
Rob’s choked confession played over her senses. She drew with greater force on his cock, taking him deeper still into her mouth. A hot thrill sank into her core at the very notion of swallowing Rob’s pleasure. And yet, at the same time, she knew this time she wanted to feel him erupt somewhere far more intimate.
Inside your very centre.
Still, how could she pull her mouth from something so thick and hard and impressive? How could she deny her lips and tongue the molten length of his cock?
“Jesus, Doc,” he ground out, pumping his hips faster. “I’m about to explode.”
Her heart hammering wildly against her breastbone, Emily did the unthinkable. With a loud, slurping pop, she withdrew her mouth from Rob’s erection and straightened to her feet.
“Fuck me, Robert. Hard.”
She whispered the begging command. And he obeyed.
Nostril flaring, he spun her around, slamming the front of her thighs against the back of the nearest sofa.
He bent her over the cushioned leather backrest, his legs between hers, his hands ravishing the curves of her arse, the sodden folds of her pussy. She bit back a whimper, her eyes squeezing tight when he grabbed at her panties and tore them apart, letting their shredded lace fall to the floor at their feet.
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