"That might be smart," Duncan said, with no trace of humor whatsoever.
I laughed as the nurse's eyes widened and she shot to her feet, shoving the ultrasound machine aside. "You're all set," she said, "just make your follow-up appointment with the desk. Good luck, Mom and Dad!"
She left and I did a more thorough cleaning of the ultrasound goo from my skin, righted my clothes, and headed for the door.
A hand shot past me and shut the door. He grabbed my hips and turned me in place, pressing me back against it. "Where do you think you're going?" he growled.
I laughed breathily, playfully attempting to push him away. “We can't actually have sex here, Duncan."
“I know," he murmured. "But I can do this."
His mouth slanted across mine, his tongue slashing past my lips. I gasped at the sudden intensity of the kiss, and then melted into him, welcoming his lips against mine, his tongue against mine, his breath tangling with mine.
"I need to be inside you, Rune." His words were barely a breath, felt as much as heard. "I don't want to be apart from you anymore."
I whimpered as he ground his erection against me. "Take me somewhere, Daddy."
He growled a laugh. "Um….not sure how I feel about that one."
"Maybe you’ll feel differently about me calling you daddy when you're buried inside my tight…hot…wet…pussy." I breathed the words in his ear, rubbing against him, feeling his erection grow.
His hands gripped my ass, and he scooped me up, slammed me hard against the door, and kissed the everloving shit out of me.
And then he damn near dropped me, whirling away with one hand scraping through his hair. "Fuck, Rune. Jesus." He turned again to look at me from across the room. "My control is in shreds right now. If you don't turn and walk out of this room right the fuck now, I'm liable to fuck you right here against the door."
I grinned at him, gnawing on my lower lip, my body throbbing with need. “That wouldn't be so bad," I breathed.
"Rune," he snarled.
I opened the door and stepped into the hallway before we did anything that could get us arrested. I felt Duncan behind me, radiating sexual arousal. We reached his tricked-out Wrangler in what had to be record time, and yet despite his obvious hurry to get me somewhere private, he still took the time to not just open my door for me but buckle my seatbelt.
He also drove so carefully it would have been infuriating if it wasn't so obviously motivated by a sweet and touching concern for my—our—safety.
I glanced at Duncan as he drove—his forearm muscles rippled as he gripped the steering wheel, his eyes constantly raking the road ahead as well as his mirrors; his jaw ticked and pulsed. He reached up and scratched the back of his head, and that made his bicep bulge…fuck, that was sexy. Even the way he glanced at me with heated eyes was unbearably sexy.
"Looking at me like that isn't helping, Rune," he muttered. "Barely keeping it together."
I reached across the space between our seat and rested my hand on his thigh. "Are we almost there?"
We hit a red light, and Duncan hissed. “Yes. Less than five minutes."
"I don't know if I can make it five minutes without touching you, Dunc," I whispered, sliding my hand toward his zipper.
The light turned green a moment or two later, and he gunned the engine so his tires barked as we bolted forward. He sped to the limit and then five over, constantly feathering the throttle in an attempt to stop himself from speeding too far over the limit.
My fingers danced over his zipper, and my own arousal rushed through me in a hot gush, soaking my underwear and making my nipples pebble into hard, sensitive points as his cock slowly unfurled against the confines of the zipper.
"Rune?" He growled through clenched teeth.
I flipped open his jeans and lowered the zipper millimeter by millimeter. "Duncan?"
He let out another low sighing groan as I traced my fingertips over the swell of his burgeoning cock, only the thin barrier of his underwear between my touch and his flesh.
He squealed around a corner and then gunned it, flying past mailboxes and driveways, helplessly pushing into my hand.
"Fuck," he snapped, impatiently furious—a UPS truck was blocking the whole road as the driver jogged a package to the door.
"Fuck this. I need you," I whispered, and dove my hand beneath elastic to grip hot flesh. Duncan growled wordlessly as I fisted his cock, and I echoed his growl with a needy whimper of my own.
