Rescued by the Dreamy Doc

She couldn’t even claim to be curvy. She was more straight up and down, long, strong limbs and athletic torso. She’d bet anything he had curvy women throwing themselves at him on a daily basis.

Men definitely liked curvy.

Sebastian saw her hands pause and a slither of doubt cloud her bright amber gaze. ‘Callie?’

She looked at him, all honed perfect male, and looked down at herself, avoiding his gaze. ‘I’m…’ Her voice cracked a little and she shook herself.

This had never mattered before?she was a busy professional woman who was confident in her abilities, sexual and otherwise. She had no problems in asking for, and getting, what she wanted in bed. More than that, she was a take-it-or-leave-it kind of a girl. What you saw was what you got.

But this felt…different. Something about him, even after such short acquaintance, gave her pause. She’d never gone to bed with someone after knowing them for less than a day. How could a man who was essentially a stranger have had such a cataclysmic affect on her?

For someone who was used to being in control, that was more than a little scary. But perversely she also felt…safe.

She moistened her lips. ‘I’m not twenty any more, you know?’

Sebastian was curiously touched by another seemingly uncharacteristic display. She was doing it again?changing before his eyes. From full-on sexually confident vixen to hesitant and doubtful. Almost shy.

Callie Duncan was one hell of a confusing mix.

‘Well, thank goodness for that. Twenty-year-olds are vastly overrated.’ He kept it light but it was one hundred per cent true—younger women tended to be clingy and needy and had way too many expectations.

Callie gave a half-smile. ‘Still…’

‘Callie?’ he said softly. ‘Does it look like I care?’

Callie’s gaze dropped to the large bulge in his underwear. She smiled. ‘If you don’t mind me saying so, those things are not known for their fussiness.’

He didn’t smile back. ‘This one is.’ He watched her hesitate further. ‘Do you need a hand with that?’

Callie heard the silky challenge. He probably thought she was being silly. She lifted her chin. ‘I think I can manage.’

And just like that she was back again.

Sebastian would have been dizzy had he not been so turned on.

Callie’s fingers were surer as they popped each button and then quickly dispensed of her shirt. She wiggled out of her trousers in record time, thankful for the presence of the nearby wall. And then she was standing before him in her underwear, burning up from the heat in the slow, steady sweep of his appreciative gaze.

He lifted his hand and pointed to her bra. ‘That too.’

Callie’s eyes locked with his and she smiled as she reached behind her back for the clasp. Did she push her chest out a little more than necessary? Damn straight she did. The satisfying suck of his harshly indrawn breath made it worthwhile.

Sebastian felt air hiss out of his lungs as Callie’s breasts swung free. They were pert, with large moonlight-kissed nipples that scrunched into tight berries as he stared at them. The bottom of her silver pendant brushed the swell of her cleavage. His mouth watered as he anticipated how they would taste.

He waited a beat or two then pushed out of the doorway and prowled the two paces separating them. He placed his hands on her shoulders and slowly ran them down her upper arms, his eyes glued to her breasts. He stopped midway and squeezed the firm warm flesh covering her biceps, pressing her arms closer to her body and pushing her breasts a little closer together.

‘Oh, my,’ he mimicked.

And then he turned her slightly, walking her a pace backwards until she bumped against the wall. He just caught her shiver as the cold paintwork hit her heated flesh before his mouth latched on to hers and all coherent thought was lost.

Callie opened to the demands of his lips, moaning against his mouth, winding her arms around his neck, revelling in the hard press of the wall behind sandwiching her against the lean, hard pressure of him.

She whimpered in protest as his lips left hers but moaned out loud when his hot mouth closed over one of her nipples a second later. She flung her head back against the wall, dragging in fiery air, twining her fingers into his hair, holding him there.

Another moan escaped as he sucked hard on the sensitive peak.

Sebastian pulled away, admiring the expressison of tortured ecstasy scrunching her brow. Her head was thrown back, her neck a tempting arc before him. Her swollen mouth had fallen open, her lips slack with passion and still moist from his ministrations.

She opened her eyes and he could see heat flaring in the amber depths and her dilated pupils as a mewed protest fell from her lips.

A surge of male pride rocketed into his system, ratcheting his craving to possess her even further. ‘You’re beautiful.’

The ragged whisper brushed sticky tentacles across her pelvic floor. Her breath hitched. She yanked at his head. ‘Don’t stop.’

Callie’s knees almost crumbled when he complied, lavishing attention on her other breast. She gripped his shoulders, warm and solid beneath her palms, for purchase. The action pressed her closer still and she could feel the virile thickness of his erection as it rubbed against her.

She had to touch him.

Her hands drifted lower as he reclaimed her lips with a neck-snapping passion. She moaned into his mouth, and the muscles in his back rippled in response. When her fingers breeched the band of his underwear and she grasped his bottom, she felt the involuntary clench of his smooth gluteal muscles.

And when her hand sought and found the long hard length of him, squeezed him, his groan was soul-deep satisfying. He tore his mouth away, placing his forehead on hers, dragging in harsh breaths. Callie squeezed again, and he grasped her upper arms and growled, ‘I think we need to lie down now.’

He caught her hand and dragged her towards the bed, somehow managing to step out of his underwear as well. And then they were tumbling onto the mattress and Callie’s underwear was gone until all she was wearing was a silver necklace and two hoop earrings.

And then they were lapping at every inch of each other’s bodies like they were covered in honey and neither of them had eaten for days.

‘Now,’ Callie cried, her hips rising off the bed.

Sebastian looked down at her. Her skin was flushed like an exotic jungle bloom, lush and open before him. He kissed her hard. ‘One moment.’

Sebastian, his heart thundering in his ears, heard her mewed protest. He found his jeans, located his wallet, extracted a condom, and was back by her side in twenty seconds flat.

‘Now,’ he said, lowering his head further to drop a string of kisses around the base of her throat, his tongue tracing the line of her necklace, ‘where were we?’

Callie felt the heat lick at her. ‘Here,’ she said, grasping the firm globes of his buttocks and rubbing herself against him.

Sebastian didn’t need any further invitation. Her scent filled his head and it was the easiest thing in the world to slide into her, feel her tight around him, her fingernails pressing into his shoulder blades. And when she asked for more, he gave it, and when she wanted it faster, he picked up the pace, and when she cried out, his voice joined hers.

And when she went over the edge, he joined her.

It was quite some hours later they finally lay sated in a post-coital drowse among tangled sheets. Callie lay on her back, Sebastian’s shoulder a perfect pillow. His arm crossing her chest was warm and vital and his fingers trailing up and down her arm kept the hum in her cells, the thrum in her blood on a steady burn.

‘So. the bridge?’

Callie’s eyes snapped wide-open, the malaise invading her bones and infecting her thought processes evaporating in a heartbeat. The hum and the buzz snuffed out.

‘Sebastian.’

He regretted it immediately as her body tensed. All that languid warmth draped against him seemed to still and then tauten. ‘Come on, Callie.’ He ran a finger down her arm and felt her flinch. He stopped.