Элла Франк - Exquisite

Smiling at him she removed her hands and whispered softly, “Well. Now that the awkward part is out of the way.” and just like that Mason knew he’d be going back for seconds.

Lena watched him carefully as he licked his bottom lip. Holy shit, that’d been worth the wait. She’d never had a first kiss that had been so hot she felt like she’d melted from the inside out. He still had his hands around her and she could feel him pressed against her from the waist down, and he was all kinds of hard. All she wanted to do was grind against him and ease the ache between her legs, but she held still waiting for a sign from him. She got it when he moved back. Just when she was about to combust from frustration he took her sticky hand and tugged her over to the sink. He turned the tap on silently and reached for the hose attached to the faucet.

“Put your hands in the sink doctor. I’ll wash them for you.”

His voice sounded like it’d been scraped against sandpaper and his eyes were dark as he watched her move over to place her hands in the sink. When the cool water hit her Lena flinched and looked up at him. The spray had hit off her hands and splashed onto his shirt plastering the material too his stomach. Her eyes raised to meet his when she noticed he’d turned the water off. He still held the hose in one hand and she noticed a mischievous grin tugging on his mouth.

“What?” she asked quickly before she lost her nerve.

“You look so fucking sexy right now. Your hair is half falling out, your lips are swollen and your blouse is all creased and you have peach juice dripping down your neck.”

Lena leaned her right hip against the sink and looked him over. “You look pretty good yourself.”

He raised an eyebrow and asked softly, “Just good huh? I must be losing my touch.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. You were supposed to be so blown away by my kiss you thought I was the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen.”

Smiling at him now with a huge grin, that was starting to feel natural, she tried for her serious face, and knew she failed. “Nope that would require something else entirely.”

Mason dropped the hose now with a loud clunk and took a step toward her. She looked down at his sticky hands. “Mine are clean, yours are still sticky.”

He held them up and she reached out then surprised them both by taking one and sucking a finger deep into her mouth, mimicking his actions from earlier. He groaned low and shut his eyes. She flicked her gaze up to him to see him run his tongue along his lip.

“If you don’t stop. I can’t promise I will.”

She dragged her mouth off the top of his finger with a loud pop then grinned, “Who asked you too?”

Groaning he shut his eyes then asked again. “You said I was missing a requirement.”

Lena blinked seeming to refocus and looked him over. “Yeah, to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen you’d need to loose the shirt.”

He looked shocked for a moment then grinned wide, “Are you trying to get me naked doctor?”

Lena shook her head, “How else will you get the peach juice off your stomach?”

He stepped back from her then before she knew it whipped it off over his head. She stood glued to the spot as he tossed it on the floor. There, not two feet away from her, was the most amazing body she’d seen. It was tight and ripped from his shoulders to his arms down to his chiseled abdomen, and Lena could see the juice glistening there and wanted to drag her tongue all over it. Instead, through sheer determination, she raised her eyes to meet his as he said softly.

“Now how on earth are you going to get the juice off your neck Dr O’Donnell?”

He didn’t know what he’d expected but when she reached down and pulled her shirt out of her skirts waist, to lift it over her head, his heart nearly stopped. He knew all the blood from every part of his body was now in his cock and it was pressing so hard against his pants he was surprised it hadn’t burst free. Here was prickly, Dr Magdalena fucking O’Donnell, standing in his kitchen in a black tight as shit skirt, red fuck me heels, a red lace bra that offered her breasts up to him like the ripe peaches he’d just squeezed all over her, and she’d just tossed her shirt on the floor.

She took a step over the discarded tops and stopped when she was an inch away from him. “This is as far as you get tonight Langley.” she tilted her head up and raised her brow, “Is this second base?”

“Who gives a shit? It’s fucking heaven.” with that he raised his hand and traced a finger down the cleavage he’d been looking at all night. She started to breathe a little deeper so he bent down and followed the same trail with his tongue.

“Shit.” he heard her whisper as he licked his way up and over to her neck tasting the peach still on her. She placed her hands on his naked chest digging her little nails into him and he groaned at the contact. Reaching behind her with one arm he tugged her forward rubbing himself up hard against her trying to ease his own ache. She groaned and leaned up on tiptoes rubbing those amazing fucking breasts against his chest in a sweet brand of torture.

Slowly he pulled back from her a little, “Well are you ready for me to get you wet?”

She grinned leaned in and whispered, “Don’t you mean a little more wet.”

And with that hot as hell comment, he knew he’d met his match.

Lena woke the next morning and realized last night was the first time in years she’d not been woken by a nightmare. She almost felt amazed by it until the guilt swept in and suffocated any other feeling that was bubbling under the surface. Looking at the picture on her dresser she saw her sister smiling out at her and her heart clenched tight in her chest. She hadn’t thought about Carly at all last night. In fact, she hadn’t thought about anyone except the man in font of her that had set her on fire with a single look. She stared at the ceiling taking a deep breath in then pushing it out. Squeezing her eyes shut she flung back the covers and got up. There was no point in lying in bed feeling bad about her ability to turn off her grief and enjoy herself. Sure, it’d been what everyone had been telling her to do for years. However, it was a different story to actually feel yourself consciously decide to not think about a horrible tragedy so you could enjoy yourself.

Lena walked into the bathroom and turned the light on pushing her hair up and into a ponytail. She blinked and stared in disbelief at the bluish mark at the base of her neck, he’d left a hickey on her! She reached up and touched it trying to stay mad at him but instead she felt a smile trying to force its way through. Running a finger across it she wondered if she’d left any marks on him.

Mason looked at his chest a second time that morning and noticed four little indents on his chest where Lena had gripped him as he’d sucked on her neck. He felt a smug grin come across his face and remembered her telling him softly, second base is not down there Langley. She’d grabbed his hair lightly and pulled him back up then kissed him quickly on the lips before pushing him away with a smile. Then she’d turned, taken the hose and sprayed herself down. He swore if he hadn’t been holding the side of the sink that sight would have brought him to his knees. As it was he’d had to eat dessert opposite her while she was in just a wet bra and her skirt and that had been some kind of monumental task all on its own, but he’d made it through and she’d agreed to meet him for a run on Saturday morning.

He hadn’t been surprised that she ran, she was in amazing shape and her legs were long and strong. Which only made him think of her wrapping them around him, but he’d been shocked when she’d invited him to join her. He’d jumped at the chance to see her outside of work and in a way, outside of a date. This felt more serious, like she was letting him in just a little bit. He wasn’t kidding himself though, he knew she had huge walls erected around her and it would take a lot of hard work to get past them, but Mason was shocked to discover her was looking forward to the challenge. She intrigued him, made him think about things he never had. Like his reaction to her. He’d never felt such an intense pull to another person. She made him so angry at times but then she pulled him in another direction and he wanted nothing more than to rip every piece of her clothing off. Lena was a mystery and she was slowly letting him unravel her. He scratched his stomach and reached over to pick up the phone. He quickly dialed her number, knowing she had the day off. Three rings later she answered.

“Hello.” Lena said as she picked up the phone.

“You left marks on my fragile body.”

Lena sat on the edge of the bed and found herself grinning at his deep voice. She scooted back lying back down. “Well you left a damn hickey on me.” she heard a deep laugh travel through the line and closed her eyes imagining his dimples.

“I did that on purpose.”

“I know you did.” she paused then muttered, “Smug bastard.”

“What? I didn’t quite get that.” he asked with a louder laugh.

“I said, you’re a smug bastard.” she heard a rustle and asked him softly, “Are you calling me from bed, Langley?”

“Hmm. Yeah I am. Where are you?”

Lena sank down in her covers and rested her head on the pillow. “In my bed.” she heard a low groan and smiled laying an arm across her forehead.

“What are you wearing?”

“Are you trying to have phone sex with me?” she asked laughing softly. She heard a rustle again then he grumbled.