He moved to the side, and she scrambled from the bed. Too late, he thought, feeling the wet spot in the center of the mattress. He bolted upright. Too late! He hadn’t used a condom and hadn’t thought to ask her about birth control. Hadn’t thought to ask her about anything. The idea of his semen filling her was a great turn-on, but he’d given no thought to consequences.
“You’re a dumb shit, Hughes,” he muttered. He raked his hand through his hair, wincing and jerking his hand away when he hit the tender spot at the back of his head. “A blind, stupid, dumb shit who was only thinking of himself.”
Unable to lie still and wait for her to return, Frank edged out of bed and groped his way to the hall. There he paced. A short distance up, a short distance back, keeping a finger in contact with the wall. He heard the toilet flush, water run in the sink, a drawer open and close. Finally the door opened.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have taken so long.”
“No, I need to ask you. Are you on birth control?”
She hesitated.
“Because we didn’t use anything.” He brushed his hand across his head again, taking care not to come near the sore area. Pacing again, he continued worriedly, “I can’t remember the last time I had sex without some form of protection. God damn it, I don’t know when I’ve been so careless.”
He didn’t hear her move beside him. “It’s okay, Frank. I’m a nurse, remember? I know about such things. There’s nothing at all for you to worry about.”
“No?” The reprieve from responsibility was overwhelming. For once, he wasn’t the person having to worry. Someone else was in control and everything was all right. He could rely on Allison, as he had for almost everything else these past several hours.
“Put it right out of your mind.” She took his arm and they slowly made their way into the office. “Now, did we make too big a mess? Do I need to get fresh sheets?”
She released him and began to move away. Before she could escape he reached out and pulled her into his arms. “Yeah, there’s a mess, but think of how we made the mess.” Holding her close he nuzzled her ear. “I’ve never known anyone like you, Allison. Not being able to see heightened all my other senses. Your scent, your touch. Every whimper and sigh pushed me on. Your taste! My God, your taste. If you hadn’t already worn me out, I’d get hard again just remembering the flavor of Allison on my tongue.”
She said nothing, but he felt her softness mold to him. Her hands linked behind his back, her mouth, pressed against his chest, turned up in a smile. He cupped her butt and pulled her tighter, his penis becoming semi-erect even after their recent activity.
“I’ve never told any woman all I told you tonight. I’ve never slept with a woman without sex like we did earlier. My senses have never been stretched to fever pitch like they were a little while ago. Twice. I want to say thank you.”
“Oh.” Turning her head so her ear was over his heart, she was quiet for a moment. “I guess I don’t know what to say to that, this situation being new to me, too. I enjoyed our talk. I loved holding you and being held. The sex was … well, incredible. I needed you, Frank, and you gave me more than I could have hoped for. No thanks are needed.”
He gave her a light squeeze.
“But sleeping with you was wrong of me. You’re my patient, not my lover.”
Guilt in her voice tugged at his heart. He didn’t want regret to pull at the edges of the wonder and joy he’d hoped to instill in her. Certainly he didn’t want anything to dispel the sense of contentment he felt being with her.
“Not tonight.” Skimming his hand across her hair, he appreciated the soft, silky texture threading through his fingers. “That wet spot is you and me. Think you can handle it?”
She nodded. “Let’s go back to bed.” Her whisper in the night was all he needed or wanted.
* * * *
After assuring her that he felt much better, they went to sleep, spoon fashion. Allison’s watch alarm went off a couple of hours later and she woke him, although she was pretty certain from his earlier activity he was all right.
Once awake, Frank didn’t seem to want to let go of the moment. He kissed her, caressed her, cuddled her against him, all the while whispering the most astonishing sentiments.
“Do you even know how beautiful you are? I’ll bet men have told you your whole life.”
“I’m not beautiful,” she murmured. “If you could take a good look at me you’d see I was a plain Jane.” She ran her hands across the expanse of his chest, playing with the soft curls that covered it.
He turned to her and she was surprised at how they fit, as though they’d been molded for each other. Lazily, he caressed her breast and thumbed her nipple, and moisture pooled between her legs.
“I don’t believe that. I know right now I don’t have sight, but I can see you, Allison Hayes, and you’re beautiful.” He scooted down to suckle her. “And you feel and taste so good, I don’t ever want to give this up.”
As he sucked, his hand dropped around and below her hips to knead her buttocks. A slow heat built in her. Running her fingers across his nape she emboldened him. He hummed approval, the sound vibrating through her, meeting the heat starting to spiral from her inner core.
When he slipped beneath the covers to take her with his mouth, she shivered. There was no denying the fact that the simple acts of placing tongue to clit and lips to nether lips could make one soar to the stars. She was living proof. With a gentle nudge, he pushed her legs open. They parted further on their own, to provide room for his broad shoulders as his mouth and tongue explored her.
In a world gone mad with desire, she barely heard his words of encouragement and excitement. At last he quit speaking and all she knew was the feel of his wet mouth suckling her, the quick flick of his tongue stroking her clit and the incessant ebb and flow of his fingers in her slick passage. Then it was she who filled the night with words and sounds. She who cried his name and called for him never to stop.
His breath was hot upon her, the unceasing sweep of his tongue carrying her beyond rational thought. She arched off the bed. With his free hand he reached under her buttocks to press her closer to his hungry mouth and she gladly welcomed the move.
Quicker than she could think, he exchanged fingers for mouth, pressing his thumb firmly on her clit while his tongue was inside her. Holding a deep breath, her body trembled as Frank’s silky hair brushed her inner thighs. His breath fanned the flames of the fire his tongue and fingers had started, until finally there was nothing left of her to give.
Gasping, she collapsed. Frank kissed her thighs, nuzzled his head against her mound, then kissed his way up her body. Even her sensitive nipples welcomed the swirl of his tongue. When he reached her mouth, kissing became sinfully decadent as she sampled her musky taste from his lips.
“You taste like sweet honey,” he murmured. His hands raked her, touching every part of her he could reach. His erection pressed hard into her stomach.
“What do you taste like, I wonder?”
He shook his head. “Don’t feel like you have to if it makes you uncomfortable.”
“I want to,” she whispered.
Deftly, he turned them so she lay on top. The rhythm of his breathing changed ever so slightly, and his fingers, brushing her hair behind her ears, were full of tension.
“Then I’d like you to,” he said in as low a voice, “very much.”
She’d taken a man in her mouth before, but reluctantly and not to completion. With Frank, there was no hesitation. When she kissed a path from his ear down his neck, then took time to suckle his nipple, he groaned and begged her not to wait.
Smiling at the power she held over him, she nonetheless gave in to his wish. The truth was, she didn’t want to wait, either.
Her fingers slid over the smooth head of his penis and down the thick shaft, skimming veins and the rough texture of his skin until reaching the springy coarse hair at the base. He was so big! Not only thick but long. She wasn’t
even sure she could fit all of him in her mouth.
Swirling her tongue over the head, and with Frank’s moan of pleasure ringing in her ears, she gained courage to take him, a little at a time.
He held steady. She didn’t think she even heard him breathe until she had half of him in her mouth. Then he gasped.
His hands grasped her head, his fingers wound through her hair. Slowly he pushed into her, crooning faintly how sweet she was, how wonderful her mouth felt around him, how well she was doing, taking him.
Finally, she had all of him, and she raised up, dragging her tongue along his length. On the descent, she didn’t know if he’d stopped talking or if she was concentrating so hard she wasn’t listening.
Taking him was easier after she knew what to expect, and she found her timing. When she heard his raspy breath and felt he was close, she made up her mind not to let go of him. She resisted the gentle tug of his hands on her head, pressing down to take all of him as he cried out. Knowing a sense of fulfillment she never thought possible, she held him tightly as he filled her mouth, and she swallowed his very essence. Her heart pounded, much like when he’d made her come, and she couldn’t stop stroking him, with her hands and her tongue.
His breath was still erratic when she settled in his arms. “Let me kiss you,” he groaned. He pushed his tongue deep into her mouth in a primal branding, claiming her in a way no one ever had.
Later, after they calmed each other, stroking and caressing, and delivering light kisses, they talked again. Frank explained his concerns about his blindness becoming known. He told her generalities about his job bid and what he feared would happen if word got out about his accident. He gave no details about his firm or who he was, but she didn’t mind. Somehow, it didn’t seem important. With her he was Frank, not a wealthy man or some celebrity.
“But your blindness is probably temporary,” she protested. “How can they hold something against you that won’t last?”
“We don’t know if it is temporary—at least that’s the way the business world will see the situation. I’ve always been a perfectionist. If something isn’t perfect, or especially if I can’t make it so, I don’t deal with it. My reputation will come back to bite me now if word gets out. I’m very hands-on, so whatever affects me affects the whole company. What I’ve demanded of others, they’ll now demand of me, and if I’m not whole, no one will believe I’ll manage the project properly.”
“I see,” she agreed, sweeping her hand back and forth across his hip, needing to touch him in the time they had left.
Talking and touching. Sex was intimate, but any more intimate than the closeness that came from sharing bits of themselves in the night? She didn’t think so.
“I’m sleepy. How about you?” she finally whispered.
“Yes.”
In the darkness, she felt rather than saw his smile.
“Are you going to wake me again in another couple of hours? The way we just woke up was very nice.”
She chuckled, and was surprised at the low, sexy sound. “You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
“What do you think?” Soft as cotton, his tongue brushed her lips.
“Well, I’m not one to shirk my duty so you can be sure I’ll be waking you again.” Her tongue traced the outline of his lips and he moaned.
“Right. Best not to take any chances,” he teased.
“But now, sleep is what you want, sir.” Rolling away from him, she was delighted when he reached across her waist and pulled her back against him.
“Not what I want, but what I need,” he admitted. His voice was heavy and within moments she heard the steady, deep breathing that signified slumber.
CHAPTER FOUR
As the coffee pot gurgled and she finished lightly frying the Canadian bacon, Allison thought about the man on the sofa bed in her office. That wonderful man and how he’d made her feel. Last night had been the most fantastic of her life. True, the evening hadn’t started auspiciously, between the horrid dress and everyone’s reaction to it, then finding a man crashed in her pasture. But knowing Frank Hughes made everything else worthwhile.
It had been almost four-thirty when they’d stopped talking, and was only ten-thirty now. She’d slipped out of bed a little before eight, careful not to wake him. Now, lifting the coffee pot to pour the first cup of the morning, she wondered how long she should let him sleep.
A knock at the front door took the decision out of her hands. Putting the cup on the table, she hurried so whoever it was wouldn’t knock again and wake Frank. Two men stood on the porch.
“Ms. Hayes?” The taller and younger of the pair spoke. He gave her a sharp look, making her self-conscious in her simple slacks and sweater. She put a hand to her hair, glad she’d at least pulled it back in a loose braid instead of leaving it free.
“Yes.”
“We’re looking for Nic.”
She frowned.
He frowned back. “I’m sorry. Nic Hughes. That’s his car out there,” he added, pointing generally toward the road.
“Oh! Frank. Yes, he’s here. Come in, please.”
The men entered, the older one with a medical bag. “I’m David Wills. This is Dr. Mark Bowman.” David stared candidly at his surroundings. His casual look belied what she imagined he was really doing: taking in everything, evaluating what he saw then storing it in his memory for later recall.
She regarded him the same way. He was tall, blond, very muscular, maybe late twenties. Except for the taste and cut of his clothes, he would have reminded her of a surf bum—no responsibilities or cares other than catching the next big wave—but she held no illusions. To work closely with Frank, he’d have to be very responsible, bright and savvy.
With his graying hair, clear blue eyes and friendly smile, Dr. Bowman looked the quintessential trusted family doctor. Again, she assumed nothing other than he was top in his field. Frank wouldn’t waste time on anything else.
With a sinking heart she remembered his words about dealing only with perfection or something he could make perfect. Thank heaven he hadn’t seen her, with her plain face and scars. Or watched how she limped. Last night, he’d been attuned to different aspects of her and happiness filled her at the memory of how they’d satisfied each other. If only they’d had more time, but…
“Frank is still asleep.” She turned her attention to the doctor. “It’s nice to meet you, Doctor, after our talk last night. I have the chart from the ER for you. He made it through the night very well, with no discernable problems.” Hoping she wouldn’t blush at how well he’d made it through the night, she forced her most professional attitude forward.
“Wonderful. Thanks.”
“Would you like to wash up? There’s a bath down the hall on the left. I was just getting things ready for breakfast, so coffee’s made if you want some.” Pointing down the hall and flicking her finger left, she looked to see that David understood how to reach the kitchen. “I’ll get Frank up.”
The doctor headed for the bathroom. David turned toward the back of the house and the aroma of brewed coffee, but not until giving her an appraising look.
She took a deep breath, disappointed their magical hours were over. Frank would go back to Washington with David and Dr. Bowman, and she’d never see him again. Was that ache the sign of a broken heart? Impossible after less than one day. “Not even magic works that fast,” she murmured.
Tucking away the lover persona and putting on her nurse mask, she stopped outside the office door, knocked, then entered, closing the door behind her. Frank lay on his back, the sheet barely covering his groin. Slightly below that, she saw the outline of his cock lying over his thigh, evidencing a morning erection. She’d never seen his penis, but she knew how it felt and how it tasted. Her panties dampened with the memory, and she wanted more than anything to climb back beside him and take comfort in his arms before they faced the reality of his leaving.
One arm was slung out, where she would have been had she stayed in bed. Th
e other was crooked over his head. He snored lightly, his face roguish with dark bristles covering chin and jaw. His thick black lashes flicked as he dreamed. More than anything in the world, she hated to wake him and let him go.
“Frank?” No response. “Frank. Time to wake up.”
“Huh?” It was the slightest murmur. Instead of opening his eyes he rolled onto his side.
She took the few steps needed to reach the bed, and sat on the edge. Shaking his shoulder she said, “Time to wake up. Your friends are here.”
Slowly his lids raised, revealing his remarkable hazel eyes. He blinked. Took a breath, stretched. “Allison?”
“Yes. How do you feel?” Gently, she rubbed her hand over his shoulder, to his neck and the back of his head where she used fingertips to lightly massage his scalp.
“Not bad. My head’s sore there, but my headache is gone.” He captured her hand in his and brought it to his lips. “Why’d you get up? Come back to bed.”
“No time to sleep. The day’s awastin’.”
“Who said anything about sleeping, woman?” His smile was brilliant, his voice husky with desire. She glanced at his groin. The half-erect cock she’d guessed at under the sheet now showed itself to be an impressive length and thickness.
“Oh, you’re tempting me, but your friends are here.”
He came fully awake. “David? Is Mark Bowman with him?” His erection lost its size and he released her hand as he turned to sit.
“Yes. They just arrived. But go slowly and take your time. After you’re dressed, just call out. Dr. Bowman will want to examine you, and he can come in here.”
The change in him was immediate. He returned to the businessman she’d first met in her pasture the previous night.
“Right. I can handle things now. I’ll go to the bathroom and let you know when I’m ready.”
“That’s fine.” The bathroom door opened and she heard Dr. Bowman move past on his way to the kitchen. She stood and looked around the room. “Okay, I’m going to fold the bed away, but your clothes will be laid out on the sofa. I ran all but your slacks through the laundry this morning so your underwear is clean. I gave your slacks a good brushing. I didn’t feel comfortable getting into the car for your suitcase without your knowledge.”
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