As they walked, the heady scent of trees in full bloom filled the air. Alex smelled crabapple trees, and various dogwoods, and other things he couldn’t name. Pink and white petals dotted the scenery in all directions.
“How did you know how I felt,” she asked, “when I was holding the baby today?”
“I told you”—he shrugged—“I’ve seen it before. It’s completely different when you’re holding one that’s related to you.”
“Yeah, but Jillian’s not related to me.”
“Of course she is. Family isn’t just about blood, so you’re related to her.”
She swallowed hard and then smiled again, a grin that reached her eyes and wrinkled the skin above her apple-cheeks, the only part of her face that had spare flesh. They made her look like a teen, carefree and a little untamed.
He stopped, unable to resist—unwilling to resist, in fact. He slipped his arms around her waist, going in for a kiss that made him feel as if all of the time between their last kiss and this were just wasted hours. This seemed impossible, yet he wasn’t about to let the impossible get in the way of the luscious feeling of their embrace. Alex had spent most of his life making the impossible happen, starting with going to med school despite being the child of an eighteen-year-old single mom. Finding the impossible, though, in the form of woman that had eluded him until now.
As she pressed against him, Alex found his body responding to hers with a predictable urgency that made him wish they had two weeks alone in a bedroom. His eye caught a small walking path that led down to a creek, and he pulled away, stopping the kiss. Josie looked up, confused, the sun shining on her pale skin showing freckles he hadn’t noticed before around the edges of her eyes. She had the blush of arousal on her cheeks, and it filled him with a great strength, a bit of macho pride that he’d put that color there. He grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the small path, wanting privacy, wanting to talk more alone, knowing soon she’d need to go back to the hospital.
Josie hadn’t come here to see him—after all, she’d come to see the baby and Laura, right?
Josie wondered if Laura would want to kill her if she didn’t get back to the hospital soon, or if her absence would go unnoticed. Given the overwhelming demands that an infant exerts on its parents, she suspected Laura would be quite fine with her spending time like this with Alex. All the same, she couldn’t leave her friend hanging. Or was that just an excuse to avoid the fact that every second she spent with Alex made her want ten thousand more?
His hands were currently playing that dance of early touches between her and a man, where he wasn’t quite certain where the boundaries were, yet wanted to cross them anyhow. Alex’s tongue parted her lips and the softness, the eager, all-consuming pleasure of being in his arms poured forth from her, making her wet and ready to finish what they’d started in the on-call room.
The yearning was something she could feel in him, too—and not just his hard erection grinding into her navel. She was on tiptoes and he was curled over her, their bodies touching, legs and arms and palms and mouths searching for every part to connect.
She made the first boundary-crossing move, caressing his ass as their kisses deepened. A groan of lust came out of him, vibrating in her mouth as he nipped her lip.
“You do more of that and I’ll…” he said with a rasp, glancing around.
Stepping back, she took his hand, pulling him toward the base of a bridge. The concrete was pebbled with small stones and covered in a creeping ivy that had reached out over the years to a nearby tree, making a weird sort of canopy no taller than she was. Perfect. Once ensconced under it, she pulled him to her roughly, yanking his shirt out of his waistband, needing to feel the heat of his skin against her palms.
“You’ll what?” she challenged, hand grazing his rock-hard cock, loving the vibrant feel of it through his jeans. A shot of adrenaline ran through her, fired by sheer arousal and a desire to be taken right here in broad daylight, the risk (thrill?) of public discovery making the blood pound in her ears. Her fingers teased the outline of his erection just to see how far he would go.
“I’ll do this,” he growled, making her moan with delight as he pulled her up into his arms and pushed her against the wall, his c**k grinding into her and making her so glad she’d chosen to wear a skirt, even if she normally hated them.
Alex seemed to have the same idea. One arm and the weight of his muscled torso held her up as they gasped and bit and laved their way through a kiss that, by all rights, was enough to make her come right now. Then his fingers reached under her skirt and found her panties, pushing under the soft, cotton fabric to find her wet and soft. His touch made her h*ps buck against it, her mind in a frenzy at the combination of his arms around her, the scent of him, and what they were doing. Danger turned her on, and he was about to f**k her in public.
Could he get any better?
Reaching between them, she struggled to unbutton and unzip him, yet persevered, her hand encasing him. Impressive. A bit daunting, even—he was big, and not just hard and throbbing. The man was enormous.
A shock of excitement added to her already oversexed mind and body as Alex peeled her panties right off, shoving them in his back pocket as she watched kayakers paddle past, the leaves that stretched over them barely enough cover. If someone knew to look here, they could see everything.
His mouth bruised hers as his fingertips stroked her cl*t with a surgeon’s precision—oh, those hands—and within a tiny number of strokes she was biting his shoulder, clutching his shoulders, pulling at his polo shirt and practically screaming as he kept the languid circles going, making her cl**ax over and over, her sight filled with the green leaves, ears catching the traffic on the road above, the lap of paddles gliding through water, the dusky sound of Alex’s breath against her ear.
“God, I want you,” he murmured. She felt for his back pocket, half mad with the need to have him fill her, and found his wallet. Opening it, she felt by touch for what she needed, blinded by the wall of chest before her and the man’s ceaseless fingers prying her pleasure from her, one stroke at a time.
Aha! Wallet condom. She knew it. He was too responsible not to have one, and as she tucked his wallet back in place and flashed the foil wrapper at him, he chuckled.
“I thought this was an inventive way to mug someone,” he joked.
“Wait until you see what I do when I kidnap you,” she replied, not joking. Pulling away, she heard a low groan of shock, then of appreciation, as she ripped the wrapper open, hands as precise as could be, and rolled the condom over his cock. He shifted her, arms holding her easily as her wet pu**y slid along his upper thigh, their bodies able to do things because of his strength and her dexterity.