Joanna's Highlander (Highland Protector #2)(52)
Grant slid his arms under her shoulders and covered her mouth with his. He tightened his hold as he carefully settled over her, then slowly slid inside her. Must be gentle. She’s still weak. Her wet heat pulled him in, welcomed him, made him clench and grind to bury himself deeper.
She wrapped her legs around him, arched into him as her hands trailed up and down his back. Never once did they break the kiss, the precious connection, as they slowly moved in tandem, bodies intertwined.
Each time he pulled out, Joanna ground her body upward, her hands squeezing and pulling to hurry him back inside harder and faster. Grant slowly rocked into her, trying to be gentle but shuddering with the need to possess her completely and hear her cry out in pleasure. He finally broke the kiss and firmly planted his hands above her shoulders. She was close. He could tell by the way she trembled, the way her wet heat quivered and sucked him back in, demanding more with every stroke.
“Make me forget, Grant,” she panted out as she bucked beneath him. “Love me now.”
Grant couldna speak. All he could do was obey. He hammered hard and fast, rocking the bed back against the wall, the rhythmic thud echoing across the room. Joanna arched, clenched his arms, and screamed out something he didna quite hear since he was too busy roaring out a release of his own.
Her legs still wrapped around him and still buried to the hilt, Grant rolled to the side and held her tight. Sheepishly, he rained kisses across her closed eyes as he realized his cock was already growing hard again inside her. “I fear I’ll have t’put m’clothes back on t’keep from lovin’ ye again.”
Joanna didn’t answer, just pulled away the slightest bit, turned in his arms, and backed up, nuzzling her ass against his waiting erection. She reached back, grabbed one of his arms, and clamped it across her breasts. “As long as you keep doing all the work and I keep reaping all the benefits, you’re not getting out of this bed ’til morning.”
Burying his cock back where it belonged, Grant pulled Joanna back against him and set to nibbling her shoulder while tickling the sweet button of her lady parts that he’d be tasting later to make her scream again. “Aye, lass. ’Tis a deal. Lie back against me and enjoy.” And then he decided to prove he could rock the bed from side to side just as fine as he’d pounded the headboard against the wall.
Chapter 17
“Hush your mouth, young lady, and breath normally, please.” Dr. Lester Farthingham rudely pressed the cold stethoscope harder against her chest. “I can’t hear a durn thing when you’re talkin’, so hush it!”
Joanna grit her teeth and crossed her eyes at Lucia and Tyler. Seven-year-old Tyler giggled and snorted out loud until Lucia shook him by the shoulder and fixed him with the type of warning look that only a mother can give. “Go downstairs and ask Esme if she needs your help with the icing bowl. I think she finished the cupcakes for you to take to school tomorrow.”
“To the icing bowl!” Tyler shot out the bedroom door.
“Oh, to be seven again and have my only care in the world be licking the icing bowl,” Joanna observed.
“What part of ‘hush it’ do you not understand, Ms. Martin?” The old doctor glared at her over the rims of his glasses, his scraggly gray mustache accentuating his displeased scowl.
“I said I feel fine.” Joanna politely pushed Dr. Farthingham’s stethoscope away. Lucia was too freaking overprotective. It had been her overly paranoid idea to have the doctor show up at Grant’s house just to make sure Joanna checked out okay. “I just got a little dehydrated during the hike with Grant and had an attack of claustrophobia while we were exploring the cave. That’s all it was. I’m all good now.”
Well. Sort of good. Still gotta wrap my mind around all the weirdness Grant showed me. It made her queasy just to think about it. She wasn’t about to tell the doctor what had really happened. He’d lock her up in a loony bin and throw away the key. Besides—she felt a kind of odd certainty about the whole thing that she just couldn’t explain. She had to protect Grant and all he’d shown her. He hadn’t asked her to, but she felt it deep in her bones. I’ll make him a deal. As long as I never have to go back there again, my lips are sealed.
“Healthy folks your age don’t usually pass out and remain unconscious over twenty-four hours under such circumstances, young lady.” The blustering doctor glared at her, his black-rimmed glasses still perched on the end of his bulbous nose. His bushy gray brows knotted together like two fierce caterpillars wrestling for the best spot on a leaf. “Is there a chance you might be expecting?” His voice took on the standard “you can tell me anything—I’m a professional” tone.
“I always practice safe sex, Doc. Trust me, there is absolutely no chance I’m pregnant.” Well…there might be a kinda sorta chance, but hopefully not. No condoms yesterday—risky, but surely just that once…er…several times, but just one day will be okay.
Dr. Farthingham chuckled as he removed his stethoscope and tucked it into his worn leather bag. “I delivered a healthy nine-pound girl to the Carters last week. They always practiced safe sex too.”
“So, did she check out okay, Dr. Farthingham?” Lucia asked as she plopped down on the bed beside Joanna. “Her energy level still seems a little sapped and that’s just not like her.”