by Sierra Rose
Charity let her head fall back against the pillow. Her sigh turned into a moan when Elijah’s hand rubbed over her panties, in the center of her heat and desire.
Saving Forever – Part 2
Chapter 2
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 towards the end of the bed and before he stood, kissed the center of her underwear. “So in the event of being complete fair…” He pulled his jeans down and kicked them off. He did a “ta-da” with his arms and let her do the same once over he’d to her in the hallway.
Charity’s gaze roamed hungrily down his bare chest, 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 left 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 worse 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 hip bone to force her on her back inside 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 was very 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 surprised 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 favour to return.”
His eyes closed when her hand slipped inside his box briefs.
She paused her movement until he opened his eyes. She shrugged and grinned. “It’s only fair…”
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 to 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 clock radio 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 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 head board. 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 inside the drawers in to 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? Check out 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 runners on. What should she say now? Thanks for the great time? Catchya on the next round? Everything sounded cheap or stupid. She looked on the bright side of leaving; he wanted to se
e her again so this wasn’t a one night stand. She checked her watch. Rrgghh! She had to get going.
Elijah came up behind 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.
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BOOK 3
Chasing Emma
By Kristen Middleton
Copyright© 2013 by Kristen Middleton
Adult Situations - For Mature Readers Only
Chasing Emma
Twenty-seven-year-old Emma has had her share of bad relationships and isn't in a hurry to jump back into the dating scene, especially when she runs into her cocky new neighbor, Special Agent Chase Williams, with his hands all over her panties. After a few choice words in the laundry room, she decides to avoid him at all costs, but fate has a cruel sense of humor and Emma soon finds herself reluctantly agreeing to dinner after helping locate his sister. During dinner, he turns on the charm and Emma struggles with her own resolve to keep things platonic, which proves difficult with someone as sexy and determined as Chase.
Chapter One
It was early Saturday morning, I was exhausted from working seventeen hours in the E.R., hadn’t eaten for half of those hours, and had forgotten all about the laundry piling up in my hamper.
“Oh, crap,” I mumbled, staring at the overflowing mess that included all but one pair of panties, which I was currently wearing.
Sighing, I grabbed my purse to search for quarters, angry at myself for letting the laundry build for the last few days. Now, although I wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and sleep like the dead for the next eight hours, I had another long shift coming up and the hell if it would be done pantyless.
Not when Dr. Jacobs, the creepy anesthesiologist, was always staring at my butt.
I thought about his ridiculous comb-over, those beady brown eyes that followed me everywhere, and the way his tongue flicked his bottom lip like a lizard, and found the energy I needed to wash my clothes. Grabbing the hamper, I locked my apartment door and walked down the hallway to the small laundry room. When I entered, Yolanda, who also worked as a nurse in the same hospital, greeted me.
“What’s up, chica?” she asked, folding towels. “You just finish your shift?”
I cleared my throat. “Yes, but have to be back at noon. Damn if I didn’t forget about my laundry this morning, or I would be in bed right now.”
She gave me a sympathetic smile. “Bummer. You look so tired, too.”
“I’m exhausted. What about you? Why are you doing laundry so late?”
Her face darkened. “Just got back from a date with Rico. Guess you could say we got into a little spat and I told him to go home. I’m just too angry to sleep now. Figured I’d catch up on some laundry myself.”
For someone as intelligent and pretty as Yolanda, who looked a lot like Jennifer Lopez, her taste in men was horrible. She’d already caught Rico, a male stripper she’d met at a bachelorette party, cheating on her when they were supposed to be exclusive. She’d forgiven him, only to find texts from other women that were blatantly sexual, and he’d actually had the balls to yell at her for snooping. Apparently things were rockier still, which didn’t surprise me in the least. She was too good for him, but obviously couldn’t see it herself. I decided not to ask her about their argument. It had been a long couple days and I was too tired for any more Rico drama.
“Good idea,” I replied.
“By the way, this is the only dryer that works. Don’t try putting coins into either of the other ones, or you’ll lose your money.”
I opened the lid to one of the three wash machines and began loading my clothes inside. “Good to know, thanks.”
“No problem. So, did you see the new guy in 3A?”
“No,” I answered, loading my clothes into the wash machine. “Can’t say that I have.”
“He’s right across the hall from you, Emma. How could you miss such a fine specimen of man – and one who’s less than thirty feet from your doorway?”
I poured the laundry detergent into the machine and closed the lid. “Okay, stop right now. I know what you’re trying to do, and I’m totally not interested.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, her eyes wide. “All I’m asking is whether or not you’ve checked out the sexy stud across the hall.”
I pushed a loose strand of hair behind my right ear. “Yolanda, you’ve been trying to set me up for the last six months. I appreciate your concern regarding my love life, but I seriously have no time for men right now.”
Plus, the last guy she’d set me up had been nice enough in the beginning, but there hadn’t been any chemistry on my end. When I declined his offer for a second date, he’d actually stalked me for a couple of weeks afterwards. Fortunately, Yolanda’s brother, who is a Minneapolis cop, had a little talk with the guy and I hadn’t seen him since.
“I know, but you should see this guy, Em. Not only is he gorgeous, but he’s super sweet. He helped old Mrs. Baker carry her groceries inside earlier yesterday and she was as rude and demanding as ever. But he ignored it and helped her anyway.”
My eyebrows shot up. “Seriously? Is he deaf or something?”
Mrs. Baker was my other neighbor, an unruly woman who once hollered at me for making an apple pie and allowing the smell to drift into the hallway. Being diabetic, she could no longer eat pie and was angry because of me tempting her. Needless to say, I tried avoiding her at all costs.
She laughed. “I know, right? Anyway, if I were you, I’d make him some cookies and welcome him to the building.”
“Why don’t you make him cookies?”
“Because I’m in a relationship.”
I wanted to ask her if Rico understood that, but held my tongue. “Look, I’m sure he’s hot and sweet, but like I said before, I’m really not interested right now.”
“You say that now, but wait until you two bump into each other. You’ll be eating those words.”
“I’m usually too tired to eat,” I answered, walking towards the doorway.
“Try to get some sleep. These next few days are going to be crazy with the Fourth of July, tomorrow.”
“I know. It’s already started. Had a teenager and two adults burned from fireworks right before I left tonight.”
“And so it begins… Well, I’m sure we’ll run into each other tomorrow. Take care, Em.”
“Bye.”
I walked back to my apartment and decided to take a shower. As I stepped into the bathroom, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and sighed – dishwater blonde hair, cheekbones that were starting to look gaunt, and green eyes that were emphasized by dark shadows. For someone who was once a beauty-pageant child, I now looked like a washed-up Barbie doll. My mom, who was once Miss Minnesota, would flip if she saw me looking this haggard. I could just hear her now: “You’re only twenty-seven and you already look like an old maid. If you don’t keep up your appearance, you’ll never land one of those doctors at the hospital.”
My mother’s idea of happiness was a rich husband, an in-ground swimming pool, and at least one vacation home on another continent. We were as different as night and day. My impression of happiness was being able to pay my bills, make my own decisions, an
d treat myself to a Frappuccino at least once a day. Although I’d had my share of relationships over the years, my last one ended rocky and I was in no hurry to jump into anything at the moment.
Thankfully, she was retired and living in Florida with her third husband, Ron, who owned a chain of jewelry stores. Our only interaction was a weekly phone call and a visit from her around the holidays. Since it was July and mom was currently vacationing in Greece, she wasn’t going to be around to personally nag me for at least another few months.
When I was finished with my shower, I slipped on a sweatshirt and shorts, combed my damp hair out, and forced down a spotty brown banana. After tossing the peel, I left my apartment again to put my things into the dryer, deciding to leave the rest of my dirty clothes until tomorrow evening. This time the laundry room was quiet except for the swishing noise of the wash machine next to mine, which I figured was Yolanda’s. I hurried and put my wet clothes into the dryer, knowing she was going to need to use it soon. I then shut off the light, went back to my place, and turned on the television. Yawning, I grabbed one of the throw pillows from my sofa and within seconds, drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Two
I woke up an hour and a half later, my neck stiff from the pillow. Realizing I’d forgotten all about my clothes, I rushed to the laundry room, only to find a man holding up my bright pink lace panties.
A very hot man,
