Cherished (Masters and Mercenaries #7.5)(40)

He was incapable of walking away from her. God, he couldn’t even keep his freaking hands off her.

“Come here.” He wanted her close. It had been too long. Twenty-four freaking hours was too long to not have her sitting in his lap, to not be able to smell her all around him.

He’d always known he’d inherited an addictive personality from his meth-head mom. He’d taken pains to stay away from drugs, to limit himself to one or two beers or cocktails. But he couldn’t limit himself with her. He had to have her. When he didn’t have her, he was plotting and planning ways to get her. Like a f*cking addict.

Was it wrong to be addicted to a person?

She stood up and in a second, she was lowering herself onto his lap, her arms going around his shoulders, and he didn’t f*cking care. If it was wrong then he didn’t want to be right. He was cool with craving her. It felt good to give in for once in his life. He was all about discipline, but he could revel in her.

She turned her face up to his and he wanted to forget about everything except getting inside her, but she was owed some answers. He brushed his mouth against hers. It would be easier to talk when they were naked.

Without another thought, he shoved his arm under her knees, his other around her back, and stood up.

She gasped, clinging to his neck. “I really love it when you carry me. I don’t want you to throw out your back though.”

“Oh, you did not say you were heavy.” He strode through the narrow confines of the hallway past the elegant study and into the bedroom. All in all, the plane was nicer than his condo. Bridget’s dad was loaded.

She flushed nicely. “No. I merely stated that I hope your back health remains well.”

He tossed her on the bed. “No. You don’t get away so easily. Strip and put your ass in the air. I want it high, sweetheart.”

She groaned but started to make quick work of her clothes. He shoved out of his too after closing the door behind them. It was definitely time to join the mile-high club, and he wanted to do it in spectacular fashion. He wanted to make sure she was so satisfied she forgot to worry about the upcoming wedding.

How bad could her parents really be?

He chucked his clothes and grabbed his kit. It was definitely nice to fly private. He didn’t have to worry about freaking out the TSA with his assorted collection of torture devices. When he turned, he had to catch his breath.

She was on her knees, that juicy, glorious ass of hers in the air. Her breasts were pressed against the silky bedsheets. He’d felt like an idiot spreading rose petals all over the bed in an attempt to please her, but now he was happy he’d done it because they looked gorgeous against her skin. She was a submissive present all for him. Only for him.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?”

She turned her head, and the sensual smile on her face hit him squarely in the chest. “Why don’t you tell me?”

He opened his kit. “I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you what you want to know. Bridget, I’m not much for talking about my past. I don’t like to think about it much, but I’m going to make you understand that you’re not some fill-in for her. You’re more like a reward for surviving my own stupidity.”

“If you call yourself stupid again, I get to spank you.”

He couldn’t help but smile back because she was a fierce thing when she wanted to be. And she had a point. Sometimes Doms needed a firm hand, too. Perhaps it was time to forgive himself for that idiocy. “Agreed. Baby, do you know what I’m going to do to you?”

She shivered, the motion going up and down her spine. “You’re going to take my ass, aren’t you?”

He put a hand on her perfectly formed cheeks. He adored how round and healthy they were and loved the twin dimples in the small of her back. “Yes, I am. I’m going to f*ck this lovely * but not until we get it ready.”

He gave her a hard smack and loved the way she gasped and moaned.

“Now, I’m going to explain a few things to you.” Another spank. He held his hand to her flesh to keep the heat in. “I didn’t have much of a sex life to speak of while I was in med school and during the first couple of years of my residency.”

“So it’s not like…”

“No. It’s not like TV. Honestly, we’re too tired to hump in the on-call rooms. I didn’t have time for anything like a relationship.” He kept up the slow spanking, punctuating his sentences with nice smacks that got her skin pink and pretty. “Now that I think about it, my relationships have been fairly casual. Even in high school and college, I had to work and watch after my sisters. I had a few girlfriends, but they tended to be a lot like me. Ambitious. Practical. We understood what was expected of each other. They weren’t looking for anything past companionship, sex, and a regular date night.”

“So no crazy, overly emotional creative types?”

That earned her a hard smack. “No. I would have told you I didn’t want that, but I think we work well together.” Yeah, that was romantic. “Anyway, after my residency was over, I started to look around for something more permanent, and that was when I found my first club. I went with a work colleague who understood my needs. It was an underground club. Not like Sanctum.”

Her head started to come up. “Can…”

“No, I will not take you there for research.” The sight of her ass was distracting him. His cock was throbbing pleasantly, patient since it knew it would get what it wanted. “It’s dangerous, sweetheart. Those clubs are what got me in trouble in the first place.”