“Oh,” she said. “This is going to be fun.”
She knew how to push every one of his buttons.
His scrubs were dropped around his ankles, the condom rolled on one-handed while he found her opening, nice and wet and slick, and slid right in.
He wanted to swear loudly she was so tight but held back from making any noise. “Are you okay?” he whispered.
“Yeah. I won’t be if you don’t start to move though. Damn it, that feels good.”
If there was anyone that was right for him, it was the woman in front of him bent over taking it from him like there was nothing else she’d rather have or be doing.
He started to slide in and out, his hands on her hips holding her in place. “I’m not sure how long I can last like this,” he said when the pressure started to build.
“I’m so close. I just need something, but don’t want to lose my balance.”
He knew what she was asking and glided his hand around the front of her, found her swollen bud and started to rub at it. Her moans were getting a little loud and he wasn’t sure how to quiet her.
“Cover your face,” he whispered.
She buried her face against his arm while he pounded into her, his thumb rubbing at her tender flesh.
He felt her tense, her muscles starting to squeeze around his cock as if it were in a vise just clamping down and he had no choice but to let everything go.
After that, there was nothing but the sound of their breathing in the room.
He stepped back and took care of the condom, grabbing the paper towel he’d brought in with him. Once his pants were up, he fixed hers, sat in the chair and pulled her down on his lap and just held her. He had to.
It didn’t feel real to him.
Not just the explosive nature of the act, but the one in his heart, and he wondered how the hell he was going to convince her to feel the same as him.
27
Pushing Her Limits
Adriana let herself into her apartment ninety minutes later. She couldn’t believe she’d done that with Wyatt in a closet.
Had it been more exciting than anything else she’d ever done with another man?
Yeah.
Would she do it again now that she was thinking more clearly? She wanted to say no, but really wasn’t sure.
And that was where she was having an issue right now.
She said she’d never be like her mother and what she did tonight reminded her of something her mother might do sneaking around.
But were she and Wyatt sneaking around? It’s not like either of them was cheating on anyone.
They were two consenting adults in a relationship.
They were on break killing time in a room where people slept and did what she and Wyatt did at times. Had been doing since there were call rooms at hospitals.
And when they were done, he’d held her. Held her like no man ever had before but she always wished they would.
There was tenderness and comfort in his arms, as if he knew what they shared was pushing her limits.
Not the act but the feelings within.
And maybe he was feeling some of that too. Or she’d like to at least think that.
She went into her kitchen to find food. It was close to ten and she’d be getting in bed soon enough. She’d been told she was rarely called in since there were nurses on staff, but if other surgeries were going on, she’d get that call.
Guess tonight was just meant for them both to be called into the same surgery, as she knew Wyatt wasn’t called in all that much either. Only when everyone else working their shifts was in surgery too.
There wasn’t much food in her fridge and she found herself making a peanut butter sandwich to hold her over.
When she was sitting at the table with that and a glass of milk, her phone went off and she hoped she wasn’t getting called in again. Nah, the chances of that were slim this late at night.
She picked her phone up and saw it was Wyatt asking if she was still awake.
She snapped a picture of her food and sent it off.
Her phone rang in her hand a second later. “Hello, miss me already?” she asked, stunned those words slipped through her mouth like the bar of soap out of her hand when she and Wyatt were in the shower together at his place.
“I’m not sure you really want to know the answer to that question,” he said.
He was probably right. “Why are you calling?” she asked, taking a bite of her sandwich.
“What I really wanted to do was rub your face in the fact that I’m having leftovers again.”
“That’s cruel,” she said. “You saw what I was having.”
“You could have had this too. You said no.”
“It was the right decision,” she said. “It seems I don’t always make the smart ones.”
There was silence on the other end. “Are you regretting what we did?”
“That’s not the word I’d use.”
“Then what?” he asked.
“I just always had an opinion of women who did that. Men too. Now I fell into that opinion.”
“Maybe your opinion isn’t always right. Did you think of that? It’s not like we were stepping out on each other. I feel the same way about cheaters as you.”
“I know. I mean I figured you did. You aren’t hiding anything. I get it.”
“No. You’re the one that wants to hide it.”
“I didn’t do so good of a job of it tonight, did I?” she asked.
“And that is why I’m calling.”
She liked that he was concerned. That he wanted to know how she was feeling about this. The problem was she wasn’t so sure herself how she felt about it all.
“I know. Thank you. It’s like you know me better than I know myself at times.”
“So your last boyfriend cheated. I get it. Sneaking into a quiet
