Six times. She’d come six times last night. She was sore in places that hadn’t been sore in years. But it was a really awesome kind of ache.
She waited for regret to set in as she got up and took a shower, then got ready for work. By the time she dried her hair and brewed coffee, she realized she had no regrets.
Last night had been fun, and she felt more relaxed than she’d been in . . .
A very long time.
She sipped her coffee, leaned against the kitchen counter and smiled.
Six orgasms would do that to a person. And God knew she needed some relaxation.
She looked up to find Tucker strolling into the kitchen wearing only his jeans—which were unzipped, showing off all that delicious skin and that vee from his lower abs to places she’d like to explore further—and his glasses.
That man was so damn sexy, glasses and all.
If only she had today off as well.
Dammit.
“I smelled coffee. You heading to work?”
She nodded. “Yes, unfortunately. Help yourself. The door locks on its own when you close it. You can take a shower or go back to bed or whatever.”
He took the cup from her hand and laid it on the counter next to her, then buried his face in her neck and kissed her there. Delicious goose bumps prickled her skin. He took her mouth in a good morning kiss that made her want to tumble back into bed with him for several hours. Her entire body woke to passion and need. One would think after all those orgasms, she’d be more than satisfied.
Apparently not, because before she knew it her fingers had looped their way into his hair, and his hand was down the front of her scrubs. In a few deliberate, coaxing minutes she was primed, ready and throbbing. When he pulled her pants down to her knees and put his mouth on her, all she could do was grab the counter for support. She held on while he sucked on her clit in a very demanding way that told her he could bring her to orgasm in less than two minutes.
Or less. She cried out, not even caring as she rocked her sex against his face when she came.
“Jesus, Tucker,” she said when he licked the sides of her thighs and looked up at her with a very satisfied smile. “I’m going to be late.”
“You’re going to be even later.”
He drew a condom out of the pocket of his jeans, flipped her over onto her stomach and pushed her against the counter, shoved his jeans down over his hips, and had that condom on in record time.
She was still quivering from that mind-blasting orgasm when he entered her, pushing deep, making her gasp and moan as he thrust. He slid his hand inside her shirt to tease and pluck her nipples while he fucked her from behind.
Her mind was awash in the visuals of what she must look like bent over her kitchen counter, her hair a mess, her clothes half off, and him pumping into her. Her belly tumbled and her sex quivered listening to his harsh breaths. He gripped her hips hard, and when she pushed back against him, his encouraging words made ripples of desire flitter through her.
And when he slid his hand between her legs, she pushed him away, needing him to concentrate on pushing his big cock into her. She settled her own hand on her clit.
“Oh, yeah,” he said, then pumped hard and fast into her while she made herself come—again.
And when she did, his loud groans only enhanced her orgasm. They came together with his hand on her breasts and her own between her legs.
It was wild and passionate and left her hot and sweaty, enough that when they disengaged, she turned and gave him a glare.
“Now I need another shower.”
He grinned. “Uh . . . sorry?”
She shook her head, dashed into the bathroom and quickly rinsed off, combed her sex-mussed hair, then redressed and ran into the kitchen for her things.
He had a cup of coffee in his hand, but he set it on the counter and came toward her.
She held up her hand to stop him. “Don’t even come near me.”
His lips quirked. “Okay. Have a good day, Aubry.”
Mellowing somewhat, considering she’d had two orgasms since getting out of bed this morning, she approached him, brushed her lips against his, and said, “You, too. Thanks for last night.” She pulled away, then kissed him again. “And this morning.”
He smiled at her. “I’ll call you.”
Did she want him to call her? She didn’t even have time to think about it right now. “Sure. You do that.”
She left in a hurry and ran to her car, trying not to break speed limits to get to the hospital in time for rounds. Dr. Chen could be horrible to his doctors who showed up late. When she got to the lounge, Katie was there.