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“Just a minute, Doc,” I call.
“You don’t sound right, Elio,” Morelli answers through the door. “I’m coming in.”
“Not yet,” I answer sharply. Morelli’s one of the few people close enough to me to call me by my first name, but even he wouldn’t ignore my direct command.
Only person I know who’d actually do that is the one shaking violently in my lap and trying not to come.
Her eyes are closed again, like she’s trying to block out the pleasure. She pants through her nose, her hand still pressed to her mouth. Where a moment ago she was grinding her hips, now she’s got everything locked down tight. As if she can avoid reacting to me by sheer fucking will.
“How long?” Morelli calls impatiently through the door. “Curse said you might have a kidney injury. I need to examine you. And I need a urine sample right away.”
Ha. I don’t think it’s going to take long for Deirdre to come, but the urine sample is another story. I’m so fucking hard I can’t even imagine trying to calm down enough to take a piss right now.
“Come on, Songbird,” I taunt, kissing her jaw, her throat. “Better keep your hand there, nice and tight. I don’t want anybody hearing your song except me.”
A suck of breath, then a muffled moan hits her palm. Her eyes open, shimmering with anger, horror, and squeezing arousal as she begins to come. The stillness she’d locked herself into collapses like a building being toppled. It begins with a small tremor. And then, it’s violent destruction, everything shaking until her legs give out entirely and she collapses onto the stiff agony of my hard-on.
I groan, still working my fingers against her sensitive clit, holding her fast to my chest. Her face is absolutely crimson, and she’s biting down on her own hand now, trying to be quiet and distract herself from the things I make her feel.
“Don’t do that,” I murmur, finally pulling my hand from between her legs and tugging gently at her wrist. When it comes loose from between her teeth, there’s a little red crescent of bite marks on her skin. Jesus, is her pale skin ever reactive. Turns red so fucking easily.
I raise her hand to my mouth, pressing my lips to the marks, then dragging my tongue along the line of them, holding her wild, furious gaze the entire time.
But Morelli is getting more impatient. Another knock sounds, harder than the first.
“You better not be passed out in there!” he calls in Italian.
I mean, I feel like I fucking could. Having Deirdre freshly pleasured and straddling my dick makes my head feel like it’s not quite screwed on right. It’s like I can’t quite get enough air into my lungs. My chest burns with the inescapable fire of wanting her, and my head feels light and heavy at the same time. Pain radiates down my side.
Deirdre scrambles off my lap, and this time I let her go, watching with a darkly amused smirk as she hurries into the bathroom, as if to hide from what we’ve just done.
“Come in,” I call to Morelli.
The tall, grey-haired doctor heads into my room from the hall and looks surprised not to find me there.
“In here.”
His head jerks my way, the round lenses of his glasses reflecting light with the movement.
“Why aren’t you in bed?” he asks. I’ve always been so impressed by the way that his round glasses don’t make his eyes look owlish and round. If anything, his gaze reminds me of a hawk’s. Sharp as any predator’s. Doesn’t miss a thing. Sometimes I think he almost missed his calling by becoming a doctor. He could have been a big boss if he’d wanted. He’s got the brains and the balls. But then again, he’s also damn good at what he does, and if I’m gonna to have anybody sewing up my scrapes it’s gonna be him.
“Good question,” I reply in English, angling my head back towards the bathroom. I can’t see Deirdre from here. She must be just out of sight, by the counters and mirrors.
“Lean forward,” he tells me brusquely. The crisp white sleeves of his button-down shirt are rolled up.
I lean forward, clenching my teeth at the feverish stab in my right side. Morelli sucks in a breath between his teeth.
“What happened?” he asks, immediately beginning to palpate the injury. Black dots swim before my eyes. I curl my hands into fists on my thighs, which makes my right hand crackle with pain. Well, all this fucking agony will certainly cure my too-hard-to-piss situation, that’s for damn sure.
Morelli may mostly speak Italian, but he understands English a lot better than he speaks it. I answer him in English, loud enough so that Deirdre can hear me, because I never actually explained what happened today to her.
“Went to see Darragh Gowan,” I grunt. “Let him know in person that his claim on something of mine is null and void.”
“His claim on what? The girl?”
“My soon-to-be-wife,” I correct him fiercely.
“Saw that in the news this morning. Congratulations,” he says absentmindedly, poking and prodding at my left side now. That side doesn’t hurt near as bad as the right, but it’s still not exactly comfortable.
