CHAPTER 39
KATE
After seeing Thayer off, we head up to the apartment.
Lev squeezes me. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Seemingly relaxed, worry fills his voice.
“He was charming. It was a good night. Spending the last few weeks at the office with him, I’d almost forgotten he was your brother, and not just another colleague. I tricked myself into ignoring the other part of him.” Looking up at him, I use my fingers to smooth out the frown lines on his face. “I’ve been hiding. And avoiding. Hiding behind my professional mask. Avoiding Thayer personally. Avoiding the ranch. I needed tonight. Knowing him professionally these last few weeks has given me a glimpse of his true personality. The staff respects him. Patients love him. He is a smart and dedicated doctor. Even with his injuries, it doesn’t slow him down at all.”
“He’s always been super-focused. It’s probably why he and Shaw get along so well. Sometimes to his detriment, as you know.”
Lev’s attention starts to wander. Pushing me up against the door, he places little kisses down my throat to my shoulder. Easing my neck to the side, I encourage him to explore further.
“Hmm...well, he did have a good point. I shouldn’t be afraid to come out to the ranch. How about I come out there Sunday? Are you fixing linner?”
“Linner?” His head pops up, confusion in his eyes.
“You know. It’s usually at three in the afternoon, so it’s kind of like lunch and dinner. Linner.”
“It’s supper. But I don’t care as long as you are coming over.” His grin tells me how happy he is that I’m going back to the ranch. “Now, where was I? Oh, right, that spot on your neck.”
Reaching out with his tongue, he swipes that hot spot on my neck before sucking on it. Moaning, I angle my head for more. It’s as if he lights a fire with a single match. Desire races through me, incinerating any desire to go slow.
My need to touch and be touched is overwhelming. Tapping him on the shoulder, I demand, “Raise up.”
As soon as he raises his head, I grab the hem of his shirt and pull it up. He helps me get it off.
Yes. This is what I needed, my hands on his warm brown skin.
Playing lightly with his nipples until he shudders, I score my nails lightly across his back, to the front, and down his abs. All mine, I think. My hands are frantic as they coast over his body, mapping every area, as if I’m looking for something new. He groans and grabs my head in his hands, pulling back my hair so he can see my face.
Falling to his knees before me, his hands pull off my blouse and bra and throw them to the side. Hands grab my breasts, holding them for the tongue that follows. Sucking hard, licking, kissing. His mouth is everywhere, reciprocating my touch.
Fingers jerk at the buttons on my pants. Yanking them off, along with my thong, I hear him groan. Without missing a beat, his mouth skims down to my clit, capturing it in his mouth before he gives me a long lick. I whimper with need. Not tonight. My hands grab on to his head and shoulders to stop him.
“Lev, not now, I need you.”
“I know, sweetheart. Me, too.”
He backs me up against the door. Pulling his jeans down halfway, he thrusts into me. Dark green eyes close on entry, as if to savor the feeling before he thrusts deep and hard again.
“It’s not deep enough. Please, Lev.” I need to feel him as deep as he can go.
Pulling my legs up around his waist, he deepens our position. Now it feels as if he is entering straight into me.
“Is that better? Deeper?” Moaning, he thrusts again, without waiting for my answer.
“Mm, yes, deeper.” I can feel every inch of him, all the way. “That’s it. Faster. Harder.” My body is completely open to every thrust. Squeezing him tight, I match his thrusts.
“Fuck, yes. Sweetheart. Do that again.”
