and surrendering to his own release, thrusting long and deep. “Oh God…” His lips and tongue captured mine, and he reared back sharply to look at my lip. “Fuck, Kenna!”
“It wasn’t easy keeping my eyes open,” I informed him. “I notice you didn’t keep yours open.”
Gently, he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, tracing the already sealing puncture with his tongue.
“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice sweet and contrite. “I owe you some blood then.”
“No worries.”
We spent the whole afternoon making out, laughing, and fucking each other’s brains out until we were both sore and breathless. At five thirty, lying side by side, and panting slightly from our last round, his phone rang.
“Hey, Tim,” he answered. “Yeah, all right. See you in an hour then.”
Tossing the phone aside, he rolled, facing me. My eyes traveled greedily down his gorgeous physique, and I wished I had one more round left in me, but I was well spent.
“Leavin’ soon.” He sighed. “Will you take a shower with me?”
“Sure.”
He grinned. “I think I got road rash. We just fucked for four hours straight.”
“Serves you right! I’m going to be pimp-limpin’ into work tomorrow. Gavin’s going to make fun of me.”
“Only Gavin?”
“Well, Rita might demand details if she sees me. She’s a…wild child when it comes to having sexcapades.”
“What does that even mean?”
He helped me off the bed, and we both moved stiffly into the bathroom.
“It means she’s a bit of a slut—self-proclaimed, by the way. Rita’s the first to admit she’s addicted to the wilder side of sex—like orgies, BDSM, that sort of stuff.”
Phil shot me a surprised look. “Damn. She sounds terrifyin’.”
“She kinda is.”
“Is she a good boss?”
“I have no complaints,” I replied. Except I signed away my soul to her to give me my practice.
Feeling my chest constrict with unease, I pushed that feeling deep down and hopped in the shower, Phil’s arms pulling me in close.
That contract bound me to The Center, no matter what. Rita had paid for my school and handed me a practice, and I couldn’t just walk away from it. Now that Phil had me questioning everything I’d put myself through these last six years, I wondered just how smart it had been of me to go ahead and sign away my freedom like that. If I had truly known he’d be coming back for me, would I still have done it? Because of it, I couldn’t go with him tonight.
It’s one fucking night. Get a grip! What are you going to do when he goes on tour? You won’t see him for days, weeks, possibly months! That thought left me feeling miserable.
The only way out of my contract with Rita was if I paid back the money and found a replacement. I could try to convince Gavin to get his doctorate, but he would be in school for the next five years, and that really wouldn’t help me out now.
Why am I even thinking about this? I’m not quitting my practice. I worked my ass off for it! Not even my relationship with Phil fucking Deveraux will take it from me, damn it!
At least, not yet, a smaller voice in my head said snidely.
With his arms wrapped around me and his chin resting on top of my head, I closed my eyes and simply sank into his embrace.
“What’s botherin’ you?”
I just sighed and tightened my arms around his waist.
“Tell me,” he demanded softly.
“I wish I could go with you, is all.”
“Me, too. Call in sick or somethin’.”
“I will not. I have a responsibility to my patients, Phil. I know it’s only therapeutic medicine, but people are counting on me.”
It was his turn to sigh. “Yeah, I know.”
“You wouldn’t let down your fans,” I pointed out.
“I would for you.”
“Not for something like this. It’s less than a day.”
“I don’t want to sleep without you.”
Me neither. “It’ll be good for us. It’s healthy to miss each other. It’ll make us appreciate each other more.”
“What a crock of shit.”
“Yeah.”
His lips pressed into my Third Eye, filling me with such an immense amount of joy that tears burned briefly behind my lids.
It’s only one night. It’s only one night. It’s only one night.
Dressed and ready to head out, we made our way downstairs where he handed me a set of keys.
“I had one made for you,” he said, a tender smile on his lips. “And the big key is the spare to the truck.”