Callie wished he’d do something. The way he kept looking at her was making her nervous. He might say he wasn’t comparing her to patients, and that was probably true, but he had to at least be comparing her to his past girlfriends, who were no doubt model-perfect.
“Noah?”
“I just wanted to see you. All of you.”
He stepped forward again and wrapped his hands around her waist, helping her to ease forward on the table. One hand slid between them to her heat and Callie spread her legs wider. When he parted her, stroked her, she felt unable to stay upright anymore, and she leaned back on her good hand to expose herself more to him.
“That’s it,” he whispered. “Relax.”
He lifted her feet one at a time to rest on the edge of the pool table as he continued to stroke her. When she was splayed before him, he slid one finger inside and started to move slowly in and out. Her hip
s lifted, needing more, silently begging for more.
“Slow down,” he told her. “We’ve got time.”
She looked up at him and saw that he was smiling. He was enjoying her torture. But she wasn’t going to beg. He’d like that too much.
She lay back all the way on the table and closed her eyes. Let him take his time with her. She wasn’t about to complain.
The sound of the condom wrapper filled the room and she waited with eager anticipation.
With his hands on either side of her inner thighs, he eased her open even more, and she braced herself as he slid into her.
She reached her left arm up and he grabbed it, pulling her back up so her torso met his, causing him to sink fully into her. Her hard nipples rubbed against his coarse hair, his hard chest, and she groaned as he started moving within her.
His hand remained on the small of her back, guiding her body against his, keeping it where they both wanted it.
His other hand clutched the nape of her neck as his mouth captured hers again. His tongue swept through her mouth, mimicking the actions of their bodies. Callie had never felt so much of a man from her head to her toes and all delicious points in between the way she felt Noah.
His breathing quickened as did his rhythm. Callie clutched his shoulder as she kept her body flush against his. His lips left her mouth, but he rested his forehead against hers. Eyes shut, jaw muscle ticking, Noah groaned.
Knowing she could bring him to the point where he looked as if he’d burst was all the initiative she needed to let go. Her body clenched around his as her ankles locked behind his back, her knees digging into his sides.
Noah’s head tilted back as his body slammed into hers one last time and then froze as he released. She held him until they stopped trembling, until her body had chilled and he eased back.
With a wry grin, he brushed the hair away from her face. “This was the best addition to my house I think I’ve ever added.”
Twelve
Noah walked down the hallway of the assisted-living facility toward Thelma’s room. Her door was slightly ajar and he eased it all the way open to find her sitting in her favorite recliner, asleep. Her color wasn’t too good today and it wasn’t the first time he’d noticed she was looking more run-down.
As a doctor, he knew she probably didn’t have much time, but as the one person who was the closest thing she had to family, the thought seeped into his heart and left a gap that he feared might never close. This was just another piece of Malinda he couldn’t hang on to. Not that he wanted to hang on to those nightmare memories, but he wanted desperately to cling to the good times, the dreams they’d shared before drugs murdered their life together.
Noah eased into the room and closed the door. The slight click of the knob had Thelma stirring. She looked up at him and smiled.
“I didn’t know I was going to have such a handsome visitor today. What’s your name, honey?”
He laughed. Apparently, she wasn’t lucid today, but he found it kind of cute at her age she still had that flirty spunk left in her.
“It’s Noah, Thelma.” He took a seat in the small wooden armchair next to hers. “You remember me. I’m engaged to Malinda. Your granddaughter.”
She studied his face for a moment and he didn’t think she’d register the names, but finally a slow smile spread across her wrinkly face. “Oh, my beautiful Malinda. Why isn’t she here? Is she working?”
“No, she couldn’t make it today.”
Thelma’s smile held. “Well, can you tell her to stop by? I miss seeing her. She’s all I have left of my own daughter.”
Noah knew Malinda’s mother had been gone several years before he’d met Malinda, and Noah hated that Thelma was struggling with that pain all over again. Every time her memory was jogged, she had to relive losing her daughter all over again. There was no way he could tell her about Malinda. He’d let the woman go on believing.