Olivia Cunning - Wicked Beat

When he collapsed on top of her, she entangled him in her arms and legs and held him just as hard as he was holding her.

“Eric?” she whispered.

“Hmm?” He doubted he was capable of forming actual words.

“Can I be brutally honest with you?”

He almost wanted to say no. Lie to me and tell me it was as good for you as it was for me. Somewhere, he found the courage to say, “Of course.”

“I didn’t know sex could be this great.” She squeezed him closer.

“If I had, I’d be the biggest slut on the planet and would want to fuck constantly. Dear God, that was amazing.”

He wished he had the energy to lift his head and look into her eyes. “Amazing,” he agreed breathlessly.

“Is it too soon to tell you I love you?” She snuggled her face into his chest so her words were muffled. “If it’s too soon, I won’t say it.”

His heart swelled to bursting. He was pretty sure he was going to start crying if he said more than a few words, so he said only three.

“I love you.”

She pinched his ass.

“Ow!”

“I wanted to say it first,” she said.

“Fine, I take it back,” he said and moved his hand to rub at the pain she’d inflicted on his ass.

“Don’t you dare.” She pushed against his chest and squirmed until he relented and rolled onto his back. She crawled up his body and looked into his eyes. “I love you.”

Ah, damn it, it was far too soon to be spouting this kind of sentiment. It didn’t stop him from feeling them. Or from saying them. “I love you. A lot. Like way more than my car.” Damn, that sounded stupid now that he’d said it.

She grinned and kissed him. “Way more?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll let you take a short nap, but then I want you to show me exactly how much you love me.”

“Didn’t I just do that?” he murmured. He was almost asleep already. He hadn’t known it was possible, but his limitless energy supply had dwindled to nothing.

“I think I’ll need a lot of reminders.”

He smiled. “If you insist.” Rebekah’s beautiful face was the last thing he saw before he closed his heavy eyelids and nodded off to sleep. The last thing he heard was the hum of Rebekah’s vibrating butterfly as she switched it on and cuddled against his side with a soft sigh. The last thing he felt was her tiny hand against his abdomen. He had the feeling he’d be waking up with a major hard-on and a horny girlfriend to contend with. His drowsy smile widened.

Rebekah snuggled closer to the warm body beside her. A large hand splayed over her lower back and drew her closer. “Isaac,” she murmured.

“Isaac?” Eric growled.

Her heart dropped. It sank even deeper when Eric pushed her away and climbed from the bed. “Wait. Where are you going?” she asked, her thoughts still thick with sleep.

“Last night you tell me you love me. This morning you’re calling me by another man’s name. Where the fuck do you think I’m going?”

He put on his underwear and scooped his jeans off the floor. She jumped out of bed and grabbed one leg of his pants. They engaged in a tug-of-war over his jeans, which he would undoubtedly win, but she wasn’t going to let him walk away mad.

“I was still asleep,” she said defensively.

“So you were dreaming about him. Is that it?”

He wrenched his pants out of her hands and bent to put one foot into a leg hole. While he was teetering off balance, she shoved him with both hands, and he toppled onto the bed.

“No, that’s not it, damn it. Isaac is the only man I’ve ever slept with before you, okay?”

He paused, absorbing her words. “You’ve only had sex with one other person?”

“Not exactly. I just didn’t wake up with them beside me. Isaac and I were together for three years. I’m not accustomed to waking up next to anyone but him. Saying his name was a… a habit.”

Eric sat on the edge of the bed and folded his hands on his lap.

He stared at his thumbs and asked, “Do you still love him?”

Her heart froze in her chest. “I left him, didn’t I?”

Eric lifted his gaze. “You didn’t answer my question.”

It wasn’t one she could easily answer. She would probably always love Isaac. Not in the crazy way she loved Eric, but Isaac had seen her at her worst and had stood beside her regardless. Isaac had never let her give up, not when she had been bald and looked like an eightyfour-pound skeleton with a perpetual case of nausea.

“Isaac is in my past, Eric. I’m with you now. Being with you feels right. I never felt this way when I was with him. This happy.

You make me feel… alive. Happy to be alive.” She moved to stand between Eric’s knees, not sure if she could handle his rejection. Not when she’d given her absolute trust so easily. “You can call me by an old girlfriend’s name if it will make you feel better. I really didn’t mean to call you Isa—” He covered her lips with one long finger. “I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t say his name again.”

She pantomimed locking her lips with a key and throwing it over her shoulder.

He wrapped his arms around her back and tugged her closer. He pressed his face between her naked breasts and took a deep breath.

“Things always look different in the morning,” he said.

She stroked his hair with both hands. “What do you mean?

You aren’t having second thoughts, are you?” She could feel him slipping through her fingers already. It wasn’t fair. She knew they should have taken things more slowly. She shouldn’t have spouted her feelings so carelessly. She wished she could take the words back.

“No one has ever loved me before. Not really. Not for who I am.

Maybe for what I could give them, but not for me.”

Her breath caught. She was so glad she couldn’t take the words back, because she meant them. “I love you for who you are, Eric.”

She hugged him closer. “I do.”

“Last night when I was delirious with pleasure it was easy to believe. Now…” He looked up at her. The loneliness in his blue eyes stole her breath. “I’m sorry. I should learn to keep my mouth shut.”

“So when you were delirious with pleasure you believed that I love you, but now that your head’s clear, you don’t?”

“I don’t know. I want to believe it.”

“I guess there’s only one thing to do in a situation like this.”

He swallowed hard and grimaced. “Slow down?”

She quirked an eyebrow. “Fuck no. I need to make you delirious with pleasure again.”

He chuckled and hugged her enthusiastically. “That should take you all of three minutes.”

“Give me ten.” She kissed his forehead and pulled out of his grasp. Grabbing several bags of their purchases from the night before, she hurried to the bathroom and locked the door behind her. She found what she was looking for in one of the bags and began to dress. She wished she had some cosmetics with her, but he was going to have to live with a naughty nurse without makeup.

She was smoothing her thigh-high stockings when he knocked on the door.

“Reb, I can’t wait anymore.”

She grinned at his enthusiasm. “Almost ready.”

“I have to pee so bad I can taste it.”

Oh, that’s why he was eager to get into the bathroom.

She slid into her shoes and crammed the little white hat onto her bed hair before opening the door. His jaw dropped when he saw her.

“Mercy, baby,” he whispered.

“Mr. Sticks, hurry up and go. Then get back into bed. It’s time for your sponge bath.”

“I can hold it,” he assured her.

She shoved him into the bathroom. “Just go. I don’t want you having an accident.”

“I can’t go when I’m hard, and seeing you like that definitely has me hard.”

“Try,” she said and closed him in the bathroom.

She heard something bang on the inside of the bathroom door repeatedly. Concerned, she pulled open the door and caught Eric banging his head against the solid surface.

“What are you doing?”

“Trying to calm down. I was about halfway there before you opened the door.” His eyes raked over her body. The skirt of her uniform was so short it didn’t cover the tops of her stockings. He could probably tell that she wasn’t wearing panties without her having to bend over. Her breasts were pushed up and together by strategically located underwires. She looked like she had significant cleavage. There was barely enough material to cover her nipples. “Oh fuck, Rebekah, you look so hot. Can I please get back in bed?”

“Stop banging your head on the door, and go pee.” She closed the door in his face and went to the mirror over the dresser to see if she could get her flyaway hair under control and secured under the little hat she wore.

She was starting to worry about Eric when he finally opened the door. He was entirely naked and looking sexier in his self-confidence than she could ever hope to look in her nurse’s attire. His cock was soft when he exited the bathroom, but already hard when he moved behind her and cupped her breasts.

“Into bed with you, Mr. Sticks,” she said. “And keep your hands to yourself.”

“Huh?” Far from complying with her demands, his hands skimmed down her belly and hip bones. “Are you wearing panties?”

he breathed into her ear. His hand found the inside of her thigh and pushed her skirt up.

She pulled away and faced him. She wagged her finger.

“What’s under my skirt, sir, is none of your business. Get into bed. I must start your personal care immediately. You wouldn’t want me to get fired, would you?”

His lips brushed her neck just beneath her ear, which sent a thrill of excitement coursing down her spine. “No, ma’am. I would not want that. Exceptional nurses like you are impossible to find.”