Internal Fixation - Tawdra Kandle Page 0,79

Dipping my head, I licked the head of his cock, enjoying his groan of appreciation before I opened my mouth to take him as far in as I could manage. I couldn’t fit all of him, but when the crown hit the back of my throat, I swallowed. It seemed like Noah liked that, if the way his fingers tightened in my hair was any indication.

Moving with intentional slowness and then gradually picking up speed, I used my hands, my lips and my tongue, cupping his balls, hollowing my cheeks as I sucked upward over as much of his length as I could. His chest was moving up and down faster now, and I knew he was trying to hold back, doing whatever he could to last longer.

“It’s okay, baby,” I murmured, extending my tongue to lave over the weeping slit of his cock. “Give it to me.”

“I don’t . . . want it to be too quick.” His voice was tight and labored.

“We have plenty of time, Noah. Just give in.” I took him deep and sucked hard, and that was as much as he could take. With a guttural roar of pleasure, his body went stiff, jerking in quick succession as he spent himself in the recess of my waiting mouth.

I stayed with him, running my hands down his thighs and resting my cheek against his abs as his breathing returned to normal. His shaking hand stroked my hair over and over.

After a few moments, I disentangled my limbs from his and snuggled into his side, kissing his cheek. It was rough with his morning beard, and I liked that. To me, it spoke of intimacy, of being privy to a side of this man that few were able to see.

“Hey.” Noah’s arm tunneled between my body and the mattress, drawing me closer. “Can I just say, that was the best way I’ve ever woken up?”

I laughed. “So that’s a vote of approval for morning blow jobs, then?”

“Uh, yeah. Two thumbs way up.” He chuckled, too. His hand circled around me to find my breast and played with the nipple, making me shiver. “What time is it, do you know? Do we have time to hang out in bed for a while before you have to go to work?”

“Not sure of the time. Let me check.” I glanced over at the nightstand, where my phone was plugged into the charger. “Hey, did you bring my phone in last night?”

Noah nodded, yawning. “Yeah, after I got you settled, I figured you’d need it for the alarm this morning.” He pushed himself up on one elbow as he watched me unplug the phone from the charger. “I hope you don’t mind that I stayed over. I just couldn’t make myself leave you. Not after last night.”

“I’m happy you stayed.” I leaned to kiss his pec, favoring him with a promising smile. “I’m just sorry I conked out. I think I was just so . . .” I tried to think of the right word. “So replete with pleasure that I was utterly relaxed. So thanks for that.”

“It’s a great ego boost to make a woman come so hard she sleeps for eight hours.” He waggled his eyebrows, making me giggle.

“Eight hours, huh? You’re almost exactly right. It’s just about seven now. And that means I’d have time for a quickie . . . or we could get a shower together and save both time and water.”

Noah pretended to think about it. “Or we could take our time and do it right, then get a shower together, and you could call into the hospital to tell them that you overslept.”

I was actually considering that appealing idea when the phone rang in my hand. I frowned when I saw the screen. “It’s Jenny. I need to take this, Noah—she wouldn’t call this early unless it was an emergency.”

Kicking off the covers, I swiped the screen and answered. “Jen? What’s up?”

Her voice was weary, and I remembered that she’d worked the overnight shift. “Emma—hey, sorry for calling so early, but I figured you’d want to know—I was getting ready to go home when Mira called. It’s Miss Sissie. She’s gone, Em.”

“Gone? What do you mean, gone?” My voice rose several octaves. Yes, as a doctor who worked with oncology patients, I was undeniably used to dealing with death, but this . . . this was a shock. “I just saw her a few days ago. I dropped off green beans from my garden