The Healer's Hellion - Miranda Bridges Page 0,43
unsure of what he’s thinking. As usual, his face gives nothing away. But then he walks over to retrieve his tablet, his fingers typing as if they are on fire. I continue to watch him until my eyes close, despite me trying to keep them open, since I don’t want to miss a second with him.
My blanket is pulled away from my body, and shortly after, two warm hands are sliding under my legs and across my back. Braxton’s scent envelops me as he cradles me to his chest, and I instantly relax in his hold. His steps are quiet as he walks, but his heart thrums softly against my ear. I snuggle closer, loving that his muscles instantly flex because of my movement.
As soon as the sound of a door opening reaches my ears, I know we’ve left the clinic. I assume he’s taking me to his room, but I really hope he doesn’t intend to leave me alone. Everything is different from the last time we were on the Charvix, so I’m hoping he will want to stay with me.
I open my eyes after a while, no longer able to stay quiet while he carries me to our destination.
“Are you taking me to your room?” I ask.
He glances down at me and nods.
“Oh, good. That hospital bed was nice, but there are too many sounds that disturb me.”
“I am quite used to them after all these years, so I don’t notice them anymore,” he says. “But yes, you will have a decent night’s sleep in my quarters.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask him if he plans to stay, but I decide to wait and see what happens. We are both silent the rest of the way to the room, and as soon as he’s inside, he lays me on the bed and sits next to me.
“Where are you sleeping?” I ask. Mentally I curse myself for the thread of vulnerability easily heard in my tone. It’s as if I’m practically begging him to be with me. Lame.
He gazes at me, his expression unreadable. “Where do you want me to sleep?”
“Where do you want to sleep?” I counter. Now my tone has gone from pathetic to juvenile. Great.
He leans over, placing his hands on either side of my hips until he’s so close that I can feel the warmth of his body seeping into mine.
“I would rather not sleep at all,” he murmurs. “Or at least not until much later.”
Ooh. Good answer.
My lips pull into a smile, and I trail my fingers down his arm, tracing the tattoos in a simple caress. “So what did you have in mind?”
There’s a mischievous gleam in his eyes when he says, “I was hoping I could take care of my patient.”
Yes, please.
I twine my hands around his neck and pout. “I’m feeling rather ill, doctor.”
“That will not do.” He pulls away from me, and my pout becomes real until he strips me of my clothes and lays me back down. “I’ll need to examine you.”
My breath leaves me in a whoosh as he slides his fingers inside my sex and gently rubs the walls of my pussy. He places his other hand on my lower abdomen while looking down at me.
“This is where I want to be.” Then he thumbs my clit until I’m squirming. “Don’t come yet, Skylar.”
I’m too busy arching my back and fisting the sheets to give him a look. Pleasure courses through me, blazing a trail straight to my sex. It’s wet, and the stroking of his fingers has me shaking. Until he pulls away.
“You seem to be in good health,” he says, straightening.
He opens the drawer of the nightstand and produces two small silver orbs. The moonlight from the window reflects on them, and I sit up in curiosity.
“What are you going to do with those?” I ask, peering around him.
“I want to strengthen your cunt so it can grip my cock tighter than a fist.” He puts one in his mouth and then takes it between his thumb and index finger. “Lie back.” After I do, he parts my bended legs. “Inhale,” he murmurs.
I suck in a breath that nearly gets lodged in my throat when he inserts the lubricated ball inside my sex. Because he wet the metal ball with his mouth, my sex now tingles. But I don’t have time to soak in the pleasure of it because he slowly pushes the other one into my ass.
He closes my legs and