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After he eased her off the edge a fourth time, Rowan groaned and hissed through her teeth, opening her eyes. Frustration warred with the delirium of arousal—she was ready to slap his hand away and get herself off when she saw the singular intensity of his focus. She’d expected to be met with his turbulent gaze locked on her own. Instead, his attention was riveted on her mouth, fixated on each change in her breathing,every nuanced shift in the pitch and urgency of the sounds she made.That’show he knew when to hold off. He was playing her body like a harp.
He’d been studying her, learning her. Mastering her.
Rowan was sure she was going to die tonight.
The flex and swirl and slide of his fingers brought her once again to hitching breaths and moans, but this time, he didn’t back off. This time, he was going to let her have it. Her teeth snapped together, pressure and pleasure and agony ratcheting higher and higher inside her. She dug fingers into the bedsheet, tearing it loose from the edge of the mattress.
“Go,” Harrison murmured against her mouth.
The orgasm blasted through her like a grenade. Shock waves of sensation radiated upward into her belly and backward into her spine. Her knees drew up, and she struggled to keep her quaking legs spread wide as his unwavering rhythm finished her off.
As she descended from orbit, her heels slid down, and her legs fell flat. Harrison’s big hand was still between her legs, trapped there by the squeeze of her closed thighs. He pressed his forehead into the pillow again, breathing as hard as she was.
Silence followed. A longer silence than she’d have ever been able to bear with anyone else.
Harrison raised his head to look down at her, enthralled. “Hi.”
A simple greeting, but his eyes told a richer story.Hello, I see you,they seemed to say.I enjoyed your enjoyment.
“Hi.” Rowan laughed softly.
“What’s funny?” He propped his head up with a fist against his temple. He withdrew his other hand from between her legs and laid it flat against her bare thigh.
“I was going to say, I’ll always have to hook up with obstetricians in the future but decided that would probably be inappropriate.”
His smile was wry. “You’re not the first person to have made some version of that joke.”
She settled a forearm over her eyes.
“You think I’m good—at that—because I’m an O.B.?”
She rolled to face him. “It doesn’t require too much of an intuitive leap.”
“There isn’t an Orgasms 101 course in medical school, Rowan.”
“Honestly, it would make a fantastic general elective at any university.” She trailed a finger down the flat of his sternum. Goose bumps rose on his skin, drawing his nipples tight. “You know that was still sex, right?”
“Right. Was it enough?”
“Are you asking me if it felt good?”
He laughed softly and glanced at his hand on her thigh. His fingers were glossy with wet. “I already know the answer to that. I’m asking if it wasenough.” The words were staccato, breaking a bit on the last.
No. Ithadn’tbeen enough. Rowan wanted him inside her, right now. Skin sliding, sweat slicking, hips pounding, pumping, churning.
The tip of his nose drifted along her cheekbone. “You still want more, don’t you?”
“Who the hell would say no, Harrison? Really?” Rowan turned her head to kiss him, but he pulled away and sat up.
He watched her, gnawing the inside of his bottom lip. Hesitating. Evaluating. Suddenly, he surged up to his knees, tucked fingers into the waistband of the flimsy boxer shorts, and dragged them down her legs. They landed somewhere on the floor.
Pushing her legs open, Harrison hunched over her like she was a treasure to excavate. He slid his fingers between her thighs again. The friction was forceful and utilitarian, and her body was already primed from the orgasm moments before. Rowan’sback bowed, and she came in his hand in under a minute. Harrison sat back on his heels with a harsh exhale, and swallowed hard, pushing hair off his forehead with the back of his wrist.
“Now?” He panted. “Still want more?” His eyes gleamed, sunlight on a glacier. An impressive erection hung heavy in the crotch of his scrubs as he kneeled there in front of her. When she reached for him, his hand snapped forward like a viper to stop her.
Rowan’s eyes blazed with challenge. She flexed her fingers and yanked free of his grip, levering up on her elbows.
“Yes,”she said through clenched teeth, flinging curls out of her face.
