Smooth as Hell (Studs in Scrubs Book 3) Page 8

  “Better than okay.” He winked and rubbed a hand down his stubbled cheek.

  For six days, they’d had sex, tried every sexual position…christened secret places on the private vacation resort. Although he’d learned her variety of moans, whimpers, and passion-filled moves, he knew there was so much more to explore about this mystical woman. His body quickly agreed and he became rock-hard.

  Lolita paused in her sucking, holding his eyes as she seductively dragged the stick from between her pink, moist lips. His jeans grew tighter as he tried to concentrate on the beats of her heart through the stethoscope.

  With a twirl of the stick between her fingers, her smile spoke erotic poetry. “I have a suggestion,” she said in a low, alluring tone that vibrated his balls.

  “What’s that?” His own voice shook. Lowering the chest piece, Sam no longer cared about his doctorly duties.

  “I could use a dose of the medicine you gave me last night. The salty cream remedy.” Her eyes danced as she rolled her tongue along her top lip, making things even harder.

  Sam blew out a breath.

  Coming to the luxurious resort to get away from the city, he hadn’t planned to get caught up in an exciting affair, yet when he’d spotted her sitting under an umbrella on the white sandy beach, he couldn’t help himself but ask what she was reading. Lolita. He’d been intrigued.

  A sucker for a smart woman with pale blue eyes and a beguiling smile, she’d triggered his every need. Reminding him that six months without sex could be considered a death sentence. Within hours of meeting, they were tearing each other’s clothes off in his bungalow, going at it like wild animals. Every day since they’d spent together, probably more time in bed than at the oceanside. They’d made love until they were satiated and sore…and bruised. He couldn’t complain though. Best damn vacation he’d had…ever!

  Not only was she beautiful with long, dark hair and a flawless, wide smile, but she was nothing like he’d ever known before. She’d made it clear from the beginning that she had no plans to share any personal information about herself, and had no desire to know anything more about him than the very present. This way they could enjoy having sex—lots of sex—without feeling as if they owed each other something. He couldn’t say he’d been offered a no-strings-attached temptation on a silver platter before, but what single, red-blooded man would turn it down? At first, he thought he’d been handed a gift, so to speak. What man wouldn’t want a rendezvous with a gorgeous woman in an exotic location? And then, as the end of the week grew closer, he’d found that he wanted to know more about Lolita and wasn’t quite sure he was ready for things to come to an end.

  When she slid her foot out of her flip flop, he followed her movement as she skimmed her toes along his calf, making a path up to his inner thigh, close to his throbbing crotch. His body twitched, tweaking an image of how he’d slammed his cock into her repeatedly last night, and how responsive and giving she’d been, how she’d clawed his back in her passionate fury. He’d had lovers before her. Some were younger than him, and a few were older. He guessed Lolita was close to his age. She had the maturity and the skill of a woman who knew her way around a man. There was something about her that he’d missed in all his other lovers. She made him feel things he’d never experienced.

  Asking her age was off limits—too personal.

  Her amazing body was fit and succulent, making him crave her every waking moment. He’d enjoyed fucking her slowly, then fast, just as she’d begged him to do. He’d brought her orgasm after orgasm until she’d clung to him, drenched in sweat and engulfed in pleasure. Sam never had more fun in his life taking her every night, in every position.

  Although it was against the rules they’d established, he found himself longing to ask her the things that lovers asked. He craved to hear his name fall off her lips. He also tossed around the idea of inviting her to visit him, allow him to take her on a ‘real’ date. Show her the sights in Chicago, maybe even attend a baseball game or two. Take her to the theater. Would she walk away if he extended the invitation? That was why up until now he’d walked a fine line, but tomorrow they would be leaving the resort. The vacation would be over and so would their hot-as-hell nights.

  Her toes brushed his fly so lightly that he thought he could have imagined the act.

  With his cock so hard that it hurt, he groaned as she wound a piece of his hair around her finger. His gaze met her intriguing stare that had him spellbound, teasing him to her will.

  “Is that a frown I see, doc?”

  He hadn’t even realized it. He watched her play with the sucker, using her tongue to lick and tease the little pink ball, making tiny sucking sounds of enjoyment that he knew she made while giving a blowjob. His cock stretched the zipper.

  She tucked her bottom lip between her teeth while looking at him with innocent eyes.

  The woman was a professional tease. He would have pegged her as having an exotic career in making a man’s every dream come true, but he believed he was a decent judge of character. She had all the makings of a classy woman who had spent most of her life caged up in an uptight lifestyle and now was letting loose for the first time. He was glad he could be of assistance.

  This only fascinated him more.

  Well, it was time he tested the boundaries.

  A man sometimes needed to take command and he, for one, had to know if there was a chance, even a sliver of one, that he and Lolita could continue what they’d started six days ago. Placing the stethoscope to the side, he held her gaze as he leaned closer, inhaling her scent, a mixture of cherry and musk. A part of him wanted to rip the yoga pants from her tight body, slam into her and thrust his way to a release that wouldn’t take long to achieve. Yet, he couldn’t ignore the part of him that had questions. Craved knowledge.

  “What is your real name?” He kissed her lightly on the lips.

  She blinked. “Don’t you like Lolita?”

  “Lolita’s a pretty name, but I’m curious.”

  “We’ve been through this.” She stiffened.

  “I know, but aren’t you curious too?”

  Leaning against him, her breasts rubbed his chest, and the feeling was almost a detour for his interrogation, but he found every available ounce of strength to combat the torturous need growing in his body.

  “Can’t we just enjoy each other? No expectation or promises?” she asked.

  “Time is coming to an end.” He grinned. “I want to tell you more about myself, know more about you.”

  Her expression paled some. “You’re a doctor and very good with your hands.” She wagged her brows and slowly walked her fingers down his chest, pausing at the waistband of his jeans.

  He threaded his fingers through her silky hair. He had nothing to lose in being honest with her. “I’m wondering if you’d be interested in coming to Chica—”

  She pressed her finger against his lips. “Shh! Don’t tell me.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because I want to remember this time as being perfect. I don’t want to have any regrets.”

  He pushed himself up to sit next to her. “If it has been perfect, what would be the regret?”

  “I don’t want our time together to be ruined by reality.”

  “Wow, some way to be positive.”

  “Come on, doc. At my age, I don’t have any sugar-coated dreams of happily ever after and true love forever. I also didn’t expect to come here and find something I’ve never experienced before. Something I’ll always remember as special.”

  “How old are you? A hundred?” She narrowed her gaze. “You talk as if you’re too old for love.”

  “I’m only thirty-nine, thank you.” Realizing what she’d admitted, her mouth twisted. “You tricked me.”

  “Not at all.”

  With a groan, she stood and tossed the remainder of her lollipop into the trashcan. When she turned back to him, the area between her brows was scrunched. “You think you can lure me in with that look, don’t you
?”

  “What look is that?”

  “The sexy-as-sin one that you’ve mastered. I won’t be drawn in. You agreed from the beginning we would have fun. It was understood that we are in this for the week only.”

  She was right, he had agreed, so then why did he feel hurt? Rejected? Why couldn’t he man up, except the rules and take her like his body craved? Probably because she was the best thing he’d come across in his adult life and he knew that in the first day he’d met her. If she was just some woman, he’d have her naked and in bed right now. Damn ethics. What was becoming of him?

  “No more talk, doc.” She reached for the hem of her shirt and dragged it over her head, tossing it to the side. Her nipples were erect and a beacon for his mouth. “Get those pants off fast.”

  And that’s when his last bit of restraint fizzled…