Moonlight Road (Virgin River #11)(48)

“Ohhhh,” she said, pushing his hand just a little bit lower. Her h*ps began moving against him. “Ohhhh.”

He stroked her and pumped into her. “That’s…nice…” And he moved some more.

“More,” she whispered. “Harder.”

“That’s what I thought,” he whispered back. He pounded into her, gritting his teeth to hang on.

“Ohhhh,” she cried. “Oh, God. Oh, God!”

“Yeah?” he asked. “Yeah?”

What followed was a series of guttural grunts and groans and moans and cries, but the important thing was that he felt her tighten around him, heard her lose control, felt her nails dig into his butt, and just about nothing had ever been better. It was so good, he exploded like a maniac, just losing his mind while she lost hers. All these times he thought being with a woman who got off easy was such a big deal, because no question, a guy didn’t need a whole lot. Shit. This was a big deal.

He kissed her eyes, her cheeks, her neck, her br**sts, her eyes again. “Okay?” he asked.

“Oh, God,” she said weakly. All the tension in her body seemed to melt into a heap of soft, useless muscle. Then, unbelievably, she laughed. Her green eyes twinkled into his green eyes.

“So, Miss Foley, what did you do on your summer vacation?”

Aiden held her for a little while, softly laughing in conspiratorial success. Then he excused himself to the bathroom, grabbing his shorts off the floor as he went. When she heard the door to the cabin open, she sat straight up in bed like a shot, her mouth open in shock. Was he leaving her? She heard the door to his SUV open and close and she thought, My God, is he actually leaving?

Then the cabin door closed and he was back, smiling. In his hand he had a box of condoms. She fell back against the pillows with an oomph.

“What?” he asked, shedding his shorts, leaving them again on the floor.

She stared straight up at the ceiling. “I thought you were going.”

“Without my shirt and shoes?” he asked, dropping the box of condoms on the bedside table. He slipped in beside her, taking her in his arms. “We better talk about this. Have you actually been left, na**d and postcoital, because you didn’t orgasm quickly enough?”

She pulled back just enough to peer at him. “Okay, medics are probably brilliant these days, but do they use terms like ‘postcoital’?”

“I wouldn’t think so. I’m not a medic. I’m a gynecologist. M.D., not novice. I was attempting to tell you earlier.”

“Shouldn’t you have told me a couple of weeks ago? Like, with that first beer?”

“Maybe,” he said with a shrug. “If you’d asked me one straightforward question about my job or education or what I was actually looking for on the outside, I wouldn’t have misled you, but I liked that you liked me even as a vagrant.” He smiled widely. “But can we talk about this other thing?”

She took a breath. “I have never actually been abandoned na**d and sweaty because I failed to…orgasm. But it has happened that there wasn’t another date.” Again the shrug, the glance away. “I guess a woman can be too much trouble.”

“You’re not too much trouble,” he said, pulling her tighter against him. “This isn’t as big a problem as you think. This can be worked out. Probably easily.”

She lifted one blond brow. “Oh, yeah?”

“Have you talked to your doctor about it?”

“No. I mean, not before today.” She smiled sheepishly.

“The first thing a doctor wants to know, if the patient is able to talk about it, is whether there’s any history of early-childhood sexual abuse.”

She gasped. “No!”

“Lucky you,” he said. “It’s a monster. Happens too often. The next thing—can you get your own orgasm?”

“I believe I answered that already, counselor….”

He chuckled. “You’re the counselor, I’m the doc. Oh my God, a doctor and a lawyer in bed trying to figure out orgasms. What a riot.”

“I fully intended to have sex with a medic, so don’t blame me! Are you sure you’re a gynecologist? Because I think that line’s been used on me before…”

“Card-carrying,” he said. “Are you angry?”

“Not angry. Actually, this usually happens the other way.”

“The other way?” he asked, his brows knitting together.

“Where he tells me he’s a gynecologist and really, he’s a medic. Or rather, tells me he’s a lawyer when really, he needs a lawyer.” Then she smiled. “If you have any other serious secrets, can you please tell me now?”

“That’s it—I have very little to hide. Back to us,” Aiden said. “So basically, you know how to do it, you just haven’t been with a guy willing to invest the time?”

She sighed. “As I understand it, men have a limited amount of time to invest….”

His mouth took on an evil little grin. “Now, honey, if you want your woman to be happy, there are sacrifices that are worth the effort. Like pull out till she’s ready. Like focus on her for a while and don’t let her touch you if you’re too hot. It’s like I said, once you figure out what works, this can be done.” He grinned again. “And done and done and done.”