Ravish: The Awakening of Sleeping Beauty - By Cathy Yardley Page 0,13

was lying on top of him. When she went to straddle him, he nudged her legs closer together, until they were almost closed. Then he slipped his penis in between her soap-slicked thighs, slipping up and past her clit into her still-soaked pussy.

She gasped, clinging to him.

“See?” he said, his voice strained. He slid her up his body, withdrawing, then nudged her back down, burying himself fully within her again. “Now…what do you think of slow?”

“I like it,” she said breathily, moaning with pleasure as he entered and retreated, pressing up and inside her, then withdrawing enough to drag his cock down her sensitive thighs. The friction of her body sliding along his was enough to make his cock rock hard, but he prided himself on his control. Her breasts dangled invitingly in front of his mouth in this position, so he indulged himself, sucking first on one, then the other, running his tongue along her rosy tipped nipples, circling the areola. She gasped, pressing her breasts more firmly into his mouth as her hips tilted back, increasing his penetration.

Suddenly, there was a knocking sound. Rory didn’t seem to notice: her breathing had gone shallow, and she was beginning to move her hips, sliding up and down his body, taking him deeper and deeper inside her.

Then he felt like someone was shaking him.

No, not yet, not yet…

He started thrusting inside Rory with more insistence, more intensity. She wrapped her legs around his hips, impaling herself on his cock, riding him like a horse. He groaned, rolling his head along the tub’s edge as the feel of her pussy mounting his cock milked him like a fist. He groaned, thrusting upward as she plunged downward, feeling her clamp around him. “Rory…”

She cried out, and he felt the echoing reverberations of her orgasm rippling over the sensitive flesh of his cock. He groaned, his body jerking as he came like a gunshot, the sensation blasting through him like lightning.

“Doctor White!”

He closed his eyes, then opened them.

He’d locked his door. Carrie was pounding on it impatiently.

“Just a minute,” he muttered. He’d ejaculated in the bed. He would need to clean up. He grimaced, wiping himself off, throwing on a robe. “What?” he barked out.

“You missed it again,” she said sharply. “Are you sure you’re not taking a sedative? I’ve been knocking on that door for five minutes!”

He closed his eyes. “No, I’m not taking a sedative,” he growled. “I’m just…a deep sleeper, is all.”

“Well, you told me to warn you when Rory’s brain patterns changed,” she returned. “If you don’t want me to do that—”

“No, you did the right thing.” He went to Rory’s room, where he studied the printout.

Her skin, he noticed, looked rosy. Was it a trick of the light?

He got a little closer, studying the complexion of her face. Just as perfect as in his dreams, he thought. He took a deep breath. There, under the antiseptic smell of the room, was the scent of her…delicate, reminiscent of some exotic flower, like hibiscus or jasmine or—

He jerked back abruptly.

This was his patient.

As long as his feelings were contained to the realm of dreams, he thought, backing away from Rory, well, that would be one thing. But his dreams were starting to affect his real life.

He was going to have to be very, very careful.

Another two weeks had passed, and Jacob was sitting at Rory’s desk, staring at her sleeping form, his hand scribbling notes that would make no sense to him when he reread them later. Thankfully, his handwriting was, like most doctors’, inscrutable.

“Do you have an appointment, Doctor White?”

“Hmmm?” Jacob glanced over at nurse Carrie, barely realizing she’d been in Rory’s room with him. “No. Why?”

“You’ve been looking at your watch every five minutes,” she pointed out, adding, “for the past two hours.”

“Have I?” He cleared his throat. “I wasn’t aware.” Then he stretched and said with elaborate casualness, “I’m tired. I guess I’ll turn in.”

“Going to sleep already?” Carrie asked, her eyes widening. “It’s only eight.”

“Eight?” He shifted uncomfortably. “Well, there isn’t anything else I can do in here. I’ll just go to my room and…go over some, ah, research.”

“All right, Doctor.”

He didn’t know why he felt defensive, but he tacked on an additional excuse. “It’s been getting dark so early, I feel like it’s midnight.”

She was wearing a dubious expression, and so he realized it would be of no use to elaborate further. He cleared his throat again, switching subjects hastily. “I’ve set up a video camera,