When I pull back, her eyes are dark with desire and her legs are wrapped around my waist. I bend my head down again and pepper kisses on her neck all the way down to her breasts.
I push the flimsy material of her nightgown aside and run my tongue along her nipple. She shudders beneath me, her body inviting me in closer and closer.
I bring my head up long enough to lay another kiss on her lips. Then I pull away. “Not tonight.”
“I’m fine,” she argues.
“You need rest.”
When I pull back, she sits up slightly, her eyes falling to my crotch. “You want this, too.”
She sounds surprised. Like she can’t believe I could possibly want her. It’s not an explanation for the phone call, but it’s something. It’s a start.
“I’m not denying it.”
“Then why can’t—”
“You forget, Jessa: I speak to your doctors every day. Sex is off the table for a little while.”
She reaches out and places her hand on the buttons of my shirt. Her fingers skirt through the fabric and find my abs, grazing lightly. “I didn’t think you were the type to listen to authority.”
“Not usually. But I do when it matters.”
She sighs. “Guess we’re sleeping then.”
I smile, even as I try to ignore the ache in my groin. I pull off my shirt, reveling in the way her eyes lap me up hungrily.
Then I pull her to me and we settle into the heart of the bed together. My cock is against her ass and she giggles softly.
“I’m not going to be able to sleep with you stabbing me like that.”
“Get used to it,” I growl, nipping at her ear. “You’ve got a lifetime of this to go.”