I smiled, but I was distracted. I didn’t like that Dr. Sawyer had seen me kissing Boxer. It had nothing to do with embarrassment, and everything to do with not wanting Dr. Sawyer to find another reason to give me hell.
Boxer’s hands went to my collar, and he flipped it up. “You look tired,” he noted.
“Thanks,” I remarked dryly.
“You know what the cure for exhaustion is?” he asked. “A massage, takeout, and a bath. But only after a good fucking.”
“Let’s go,” I said eagerly.
Chapter 16
No sooner hadthe door to my condo closed than Boxer pounced. I dropped my purse, not at all caring if my phone shattered.
In between bouts of kissing, we stripped off our clothes on our way to the bedroom. Somehow, we managed not to bash into the walls as we went.
My back hit the bed and Boxer stared down at me, his gaze raking me from head to toe. His hands went to my thighs, and he spread them. Suddenly, he was leaning over me, peeling me back, his tongue gliding over my flesh.
I sucked in a harsh breath, and my hands fisted at my sides.
“You like that, don’t you?”
It was clearly a rhetorical question, but I was lost in sensation and nodded so he wouldn’t stop.
He went back to licking me, flicking his tongue against the core of my body. “If I had any self-control, I would drag this out.”
“If you drag this out, I’ll kill you.”
He lifted his head and grinned, his lips glistening with my desire. His fingers teased the trimmed blonde curls at the apex of my thighs before sliding in deep. I arched my back and moaned out my pleasure.
I was mindless with it, my brain melting as my body overruled everything. Sensation after sensation coursed through me. There was nothing but this moment. I wasn’t even myself, a conscious being. I was an animal, guided by instinct.
Boxer slipped his fingers out of me. I managed to open my eyes, watching him from beneath heavy lids, as he stalked from the room. He was back almost instantly with a condom in his hand. Boxer ripped the foil with his teeth and then quickly sheathed himself.
He crawled onto the bed and hovered over me. Taking himself in hand, he guided himself to the entrance of my body. The head of him teased and tormented for a moment and then he pushed into me.
We both groaned, and then we were moving, meeting each other thrust for thrust. I scored his back with my nails, which only spurred him on. He was ruthless and determined, angling his pelvis and driving into me with one intent.
I bucked and cried out, clenching around him, gripping him, trying to get him deeper.
“Fuck, Linden,” he growled.
We were sweaty and slick, and my brain was scrambled. Boxer was the perfect escape.
I didn’t last long. My orgasm screamed through my entire body, lighting up every nerve.
And then he gripped my hips, speared into me again and came with his own shout. He pressed his forehead to the crook of my neck for a moment, and then he gently eased out of me. Boxer removed the condom, tied it off, and then headed for the bathroom.
I stretched, my muscles slack, as if I’d just had an intense workout. The late afternoon light floated through the window. I had no desire to move as I let the sweat dry from my body.
Boxer came back and stood naked in the doorway of the bathroom. “Bath? Massage? Take out?”
I stared for a moment, studying his sleek muscles, the ink on his skin, wishing I had enough energy for another round.
“Rain check on the bath and massage,” I said, slowly sitting up. “I want food.”
“What are you in the mood for?” he asked, pushing away from the doorframe.
“Greasy pizza.”