She turned a corner and ran right into a solid wall of muscle. She knew without looking up that it was Austin’s arms around her.
She’d been telling herself she didn’t want to see him, she needed to escape, but the reality was that she’d missed him, missed him so much that being in his arms was like coming home.
As she lifted her head, her eyes clashed with his. He didn’t give her time for words. He didn’t even allow her a second to catch her breath, his mouth just descended on hers, and as usual, the rest of the world faded into nonexistence.
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Austin felt relief the moment Kinsey was in his arms. Her literally running smack dab into him had him in a much better mood.
He’d missed her. There was zero hesitation in taking her luscious lips with his own. His day didn’t really begin until he could taste her.
He leaned against the wall, not caring they were in the public hospital, not bothering to hide his passion for her. He wanted her always and he didn’t care if the world knew. He was falling for her, fast.
He finally broke away and watched as her eyes slowly opened and gazed at him through passion filled clouds. He needed to get her to the nearest on-call room.
“Fancy running into you here,” he said with a fake southern drawl. She looked at him in surprise, then, as he’d hoped, her lips twitched and laughter spilled out.
“I bet you say that to all the girls,” she replied, batting her eyelashes.
“Not since meeting you,” he answered, suddenly very serious.
She blinked at him. He could see she was trying to figure out if he was telling her the truth. She’d eventually have to learn to trust him because he couldn’t let her go.
“Austin Anderson, you’re breaking down every wall I’ve ever managed to put up,” she said, making his heart soar.
“That’s the plan. Aren’t you supposed to be off work soon?”
“Not for ten minutes, but I’m all caught up. There’s a janitor’s closet just around the corner,” she said shyly. It was the first time she’d ever taken the initiative. Pleasure consumed him, his body responding in a flash.
He didn’t need any more invitation than that. He pushed away from the wall, grabbed her hand, and went racing into the room.
“Hey, Kinsey, can you…” someone started to ask, but he flew by them, not giving her a chance to respond.
He knew it had only been a week, but it felt like years. They’d make love and then talk. They really needed to talk. For that matter, he had to take her on a real date. This hospital stuff was fun, but if he wanted her to believe it was more than just sex to him, then he needed to prove that by romancing her.
He’d have to ask his sister for ideas. He’d never dated a woman before with the intention of it lasting longer than a night or, at most, a week.
He got to the closet and threw open the door, pushing her inside as he quickly shut and locked them in. Any kind of interruption wasn’t an option.
He took two seconds surveying his surroundings, shelves lined with cleaning supplies, brooms, mops and dusters in the corner. Not an ideal room of seduction, but he didn’t care – he didn’t need anything other than her.
He backed her against the wall and lifted her arms. He was hungry and he needed her naked and screaming his name.
He stripped her in a matter of seconds, then removed his own clothes in record time. She was standing before him, panting as she lifted her arms to him in invitation.
He grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up, her eyes going wide at the savagery of his touch. He couldn’t even think. Her hands lifted and gripped the bar behind her, arching her breasts toward him.
Her legs were wrapped around his back, pulling her core tight against his body, where he could feel her wetness caressing his pulsing arousal.
His head descended as he took one pert nipple into his mouth and sucked on it, encouraged by her moans of pleasure. He took the peak between his teeth and tugged as his tongue stroked the hard edge.
“Yes, more,” she demanded.
His arousal jumped painfully at her need filled words. He gripped her butt tight, as he thrust his hips into her, rubbing himself along the outside of her wet folds, their bodies made to fit together.
He lifted his head back up and took her lips, needing to taste her. She greedily sucked his tongue into her mouth, then released it, before sucking it back in. His knees nearly buckled at her erotic foreplay.
“I can’t wait,” he growled as he shifted back so he could position himself at her entrance.
“Hard, I want you to take me hard,” she cried as his considerable length pressed against her, torturing them both.
Austin lost the last ounce of his control and surged forward, entering her in a rush of movement. She cried out as her back pressed tightly into the wall, her breasts crushed against his chest.
He didn’t slow down, just pulled back and thrust in again, quickly establishing an intensely satisfying rhythm for both of them. Her cries of pleasure pushed him on, faster, harder, longer.
Suddenly, her body tensed and she cried out as his body slapped hers with a forceful motion. He pulled back out and slammed back inside, making her yell again as she shook in pleasure.
Her head descended to his shoulder and she clamped her teeth against his skin, her cries muted against his flesh. The pain of her bite didn’t even dampen the pleasure of her body holding him tight.
He paused, giving her time to catch her breath, though his body shook from holding back. He needed completion – needed to spill his release deep inside her writhing body.
When her bite softened and her lips caressed his swollen skin, he started to move again. She sighed as he started caressing her from the inside out, his swollen member stroking her pleasured flesh, his hands gripping her butt tight, pushing her from behind – moving her up and down his shaft.
“Yes,” she purred, her lower back arching as he started to pick up speed. He was trying to draw it out for her, wait for her to build back up, but he didn’t know how much longer he could hold out. His body was on fire, all the blood in him pooled in one engorged place.
Her hands fell from the bar she’d been holding and caressed his slick back, feeling like silk on his skin. She scraped the edges of her nails across the surface, heightening his pleasure. Her every touch, singeing him in the most erotic way he could imagine.
“Look at me,” he commanded, suddenly needing to see her eyes. Needing to see her pleasure for him as she climaxed.
Her eyes slowly opened as if it took all her strength, the intense need in their depths sending him to a whole new realm of reality. His temperature spiked another few degrees as she opened her mouth in shock and delight as he rocked against her.
“So full, so incredible,” she mumbled.
He was done for.
He gripped her tight as he picked up speed, faster than before, and repeatedly rocking against her, filling her over and over again as he felt his pleasure getting ready to explode. His face was next to hers, their eyes locked together in desire, her deep depths darkening as her own body readied itself for a second explosion.
Need – burning, blinding need – that’s what they did to each other.
Her hand shot out making something clatter to the floor. He didn’t care. Then her leg stiffened as she reached even higher. Something else fell over. There was probably a line of people outside the door, wondering what was going on.
Let them keep wondering.
Raw, untamed, explosive need consumed him.
He thrust forward and she exploded around him, gripping him so tight, he could barely push into her. Her head fell back against the wall, her arms going limp as she shook. He watched in amazement as her eyes dilated, her mouth opened in wonder, and the moan from deep within her stomach became sweet music to his ears.
His gaze never left her face as he thrust into her several more times, her core pulsing around him as she quivered with her release. His body erupted, making him groan as his release shot deep within her womb.
He shook as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him, pumping his release inside her. He was shaking from the intense chills radiating throughout his body.
As the last of his release died down, his legs gave out. He slid down the wall with her still gripped tightly in his arms, and landed on his butt, her cradling his still full staff.
The small bounce as they sat had him groaning as she gripped him. There was no way he could go again, but his body hadn’t quite figured that out yet.
“You make me crazy,” he murmured as he moved his lips to her damp neck and sucked on the delicate skin, enjoying her taste. He slid his hand up the curve of her back, and danced his fingers along her rib cage, until he took the weight of her breast in his hand, his thumb skimming over her nipple.
“I can’t…” she pleaded with him.
Austin chuckled as he moved his mouth to kiss the corner of her lips, then her cheek. He vowed to kiss every single inch of her skin, to taste every delectable curve.
He was almost in a stupor as he held her, completely sated. He realized in those moments that he was falling in love with her. He thought love was a myth – unattainable. Even though he’d seen it happen with his siblings, he never thought it would happen for him.
No woman had captivated him, no woman until Kinsey.
Just as he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to find the energy to move, he stiffened. His entire body grew taught as he thought over their love-making moments earlier, and then again a week ago.
He hadn’t used protection. He always used it, without fail. Never had a woman had him lose his sanity to the point he forgot to protect both her and him.
“Kinsey, are you on the pill?” he asked, praying the answer was yes.
She’d been lax in his arms until he spoke those six words. Then, her entire body stiffened as if she too were realizing for the first time how stupid they’d been.
“I… uh… there’s been no reason,” she finally managed to say, her head lifting as she looked into his eyes.
He was sure his expression matched her own dismayed one. His contentment evaporated as he thought about what the consequences could be. Sure, he was falling in love with her, but that didn’t mean he was ready for the whole, white-picket-fence-two-point-five-kids thing.
“I’m sorry, Kinsey. I’m the one who should’ve paid attention – should have protected you,” he said, ashamed of himself.
His father had taught him and his brothers to never compromise a woman. He’d told them they should be happily married before kids were ever mentioned. Then he’d watched as a few of his family members had completely ignored his father’s advice. He’d vowed it wouldn’t happen to him.
He was probably overreacting. How likely was it that she could get pregnant when they’d only had sex twice with nothing? Couple’s spent years trying without success. He gulped as he thought of his cousins. Hell, it seemed his family had supersonic swimmers, because it didn’t take much for all of his nieces and nephews to pop up.
“It takes two, Austin. I should’ve been making sure you were using a condom, too. You aren’t going to play the martyr and take all the blame,” Kinsey snapped, seeming to come out of her shock.