Live In Position (33 page)

"Then perhaps I should move forward with my resignation before –"

The shadow of him covered me just before his lips collided with mine. This time there was a ferocity that hadn't been in the previous kisses. This time he was going to consume me.

"Denied," He mumbled against my lips before pressing his mouth to mine once more.

My tongue immediately sought out his mouth, grazing his bottom lip. He opened unabashedly to me and sucked my tongue in before I even had a chance to slip inside. His teeth lightly grazed my tongue and his left hand ran up and down my side.

During his third rotation with his left hand, his thumb passed over my nipple. I knew they were already hardened and his touch was just going to over sensitize my flesh. That's exactly what happened.

I moaned into his mouth and grabbed onto his shoulders. My reaction set off a chain of events. He was quick to slip his long fingers under the white cotton covering my torso. The bare skin contact caused goose bumps erupt all over. I moaned once more when he cupped my right breast in his left hand, grazing my hardened peak with his thumb.

A pleasurable groan escaped his mouth when he felt my bare mound and caressed. His mouth moved from my lips and down to my neck. Soon he was pushing my t-shirt up as high as it would go. His mouth first latched to my left breast, teasing the peak with nips and licks, while his left hand massaged the
right.

My fingers threaded into his soft hair and, when he pinched my nipple roughly, I tugged hard on his hair. The growl resulting from
the tug was unexpected, but it also sent flaming tingles in my thighs. It felt like wildfire.

My mind and body were already drowning in lust filled heat when I felt his feather light touch skim over my side and hip. Fingers curled inside the elastic waistband and a couple of tugs brought them to the middle of my thighs. Forgetting all about my reasons to stop this, I raised my legs slightly, thinking he would slip my shorts all the way off. Instead the weight of his body lessened. I was confused until he returned to me with his clothing removed and his hands on the back of my thighs.

He pressed my thighs close to my chest. His hand ran slowly across my right ass cheek before he slid fingers between my eager and ready folds. I pulled a pillow over my face to muffle the moans. The pillow disappeared as quickly as I placed.

"I want to hear you." He growled, slipping one long finger inside.

"Oh god," I panted, gripping the sheets.

"You feel so good, so ready
."

This was a new tone. It was still Dr. Bishop, but filled with want, need, and desire.

"Oh…ah…hah…" He inserted another finger and curled inside me.

"Holy hell," Burst from my mouth when a third finger found the entrance to my ass and submerged. When his thumb grazed my clit I was done.

"Oh…my…ah…hah…uwah..."

"That's it. I can feel you tightening around my fingers, Sophia." His heavy breath washed down over my face.

"Oh God, Dr. Bishop!" My body let go and trembled through the strongest orgasm I've ever known.

I felt empty the moment his fingers withdrew. Before I could complain his swollen tip was at my entrance. My walls still convulsing from the orgasm he had give
n with his fingers. When he slid his full length into my body a guttural moan left my mouth.

"Fuck," he growled and then stilled. "Better than I imagined."

His voice was so low I didn't know if he intended for me to hear him nor did I care. I was so filled and could already feel the urge to raise my hips into him.

He started to thrust, grunting with each motion. Collin grabbed the material of my shorts and brought his knees on either side of my ass. The thrusts never faltered. His motions increased as he pulled out to his swollen tip and then plunged back into me. My shorts had become his reigns as he rode me until I screamed his name and tore at the sheets.

The tightening of my second overwhelming release sent him into frenzy. He collapsed forward onto his hands, chest pressing against the back of my legs, his thrusts becoming hard and forceful.

"Christ Sophia!" He rumbled as he reached his end.

My fingers ached from the tight grip I had held on the sheets. His chest was rising and falling rapidly against my legs. My legs already felt sore and I was afraid I wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow.

As my thigh muscle twitched in objection to the position, Dr. Bishop moved over to my side and pulled me toward him. We both lie there, still gasping for breath.

Moments passed and the voice of regret reared ugly realization into my bliss. During that moment, I felt a tug to my shorts and recognized he was now finishing the removal process. When I didn't move he spoke.

"I don't believe these are necessary."

I could feel both of his hands on my body and knew it was his foot removing them. I shifted to assist his cause, while rational Sophia screamed and kicked me. Feelings of regret and guilt started to settle in and I could feel the shameful groan about to leave my mouth.

The groan became a gasp when Dr. Bishop pulled me closer to his chest and settle in next to my half naked body, his breath against the left side of my face. I knew my mind wouldn't settle down until I voiced my regret, but I didn't know where to begin.

"Good night Sophia." Dr. Bishop's words were soft and gentle. I had to glance over my shoulder to him to make sure it was still the same man.

His emerald eyes were still there along with the conservative look on his face, but this time there was a fire burning behind his expression. It was like looking into a green flame..

"Good night…Dr. Bishop." I whispered.

"Sophia, I think we are beyond that formality at the particular moment. Don't you agree?" The softness wasn't there like before, but the fire in his eyes was threatening to consume both of us. Again.

"Uh…"

His brow furrowed and his eyes narrowed on me. The coldness was back. Oh shit.

"Do you not want…this?" His unsure and apprehensive question caught me by surprise.

His body twitched from the tension rippling through his muscles. My hesitation in responding was clearly not helping the situation.

"I didn't intend on forcing you into something –"

I didn't want him to think for one moment that he had forced me to do anything. While I was still unsure of the situation, I knew I had wanted him and could have sworn he could tell by my reaction to him just moments earlier. I placed one finger over his lips and smiled sympathetically as I pulled them away.

"You didn't force me to do anything." I whispered.

"Yet, you regret it?" His hardened eyes bore into me like icicles.

It was the look and tone that had garnered him the antichrist in the first place. My initial reaction to the way he spoke and glared was to flinch away from him.

"You're pulling away from me." His conservative and collectedly cool nature had returned, as his body started to go slack around me. He closed his eyes with a sigh.

"It's just that…" His eyelids shot open as he searched my face. "I mean, I never…"

Crap where do I begin?

"Neither of us intended for this to happen." The factual quality of his voice swirled around my head. "I have fought this for some time; however, there is only so much strength I possess. You are too tempting."

My brow furrowed and I bunched my lips up into the corner of my mouth.

"Would you like me to leave?"

I bit my lip as multiple emotions flitted through my body.

"No," I choked out.

"Good." He shimmied down next to me and curled back up into my side. This time he reached down and grabbed my right thigh, pulling me to face him and securing my right leg over
his hip. My breathing hitched at the movement, while his breath warmed the hollow of my neck. "I don't want to leave."

My hand twitched at my side, wanting to trace the lean muscle of his arm. I couldn't help but hesitate. I didn't know what I should do. Part of me felt like I had just sold my soul. I closed my eyes and tried to resolve my feelings, but I knew it would be a futile attempt.

Suddenly, his left hand slid up my thigh, over my hip, and up my back. His fingers splayed over my shoulder blade. He pulled me closer to his body, beckoning me to wrap myself up in him.

"Stop fighting it," he mumbled against my skin.

With those words the damn broke and my hand traced his bicep. My fingers slid over his nicely rounded shoulder and I felt him shiver. He embraced my body snugly and I slipped my right hand over his back, returning his embrace. It felt so natural, so right. When did this happen?

It didn't take long for my body to relax into his and drift off to sleep. All worries of what tomorrow would bring were pushed to the back of my mind.

Without looking at my clock I knew it was early, but that didn't matter to the lips leaving hot kisses across my skin and waking me. Pulling my hand from his shoulder, I rubbed my eyes.

"What time –?"

"Early," he mumbled between kisses.

Our position was the way we had fallen asleep. I moved to stretch out, but he caught my leg.

"Huh-uh," he growled.

His hand slid up my thigh to cup my ass and press our hips together. I could feel his erection press against the crease of my inner thigh. There was a moment of loss when he shifted away, but then pressed forward again for more friction. I moaned and grasped his shoulder when he lifted my shirt over my breast.

"I want you again." His mouth clasped around my right nipple and sucked. My hand was magnetically pulled to his hair. I tugged.

He growled and ran his fingers around the flesh of my ass until he reached my already wet opening. When his fingers grazed my folds, I felt him twitch against my thigh and moan against my breast. I tugged his hair again, falling further into this lustful oblivion.

Long and determined fingers entered me. Reflexively my hips ground against his fingers and I buried my head into the softness of his hair. I could feel the rumble in his chest against my body before he quickly positioned and entered me in one thrust.

"Fuck," he growled.

The words "oh god" heaved within my chest and was immediately followed by profound panting. After a moment, he began to move in and out of me. Like a boy scout with two sticks, his slow in and out motions were building the fire inside me.

His tongue slid across my nipple as he slipped in and out. I dug the fingers of my left hand into the flesh at the back of his neck, my right hand still fisting hair.

"Sophia," he moaned and increased his thrusts.

The fire inside of me threatened to consume us both. A molten wave began to spread through the tops of my thighs.

"Oh…uh…shit…Collin…" My moans were urgent and breathy.

"Fuck…Sophia!" His fingers dug into my ass as his drove into me, forcing my orgasm to erupt.

"Sophia?" Victoria's shout quickly broke through my almost eruption.

"Oh shit," I panicked.

He faltered for a moment before thrusting forcefully into me again.

"Oh Shi
t," I growled and bit into his shoulder to stop my scream.

"Sophia?" Victoria was growing impatient.

"I'm coming," I shouted, just as my body erupted with bursts of sparks. It was like orgasmic fireworks going off. "Oh god…I'm coming!"

Collin's face buried deep into my neck and with a few more pumps he was exploding inside of me.

"Christ," he groaned against my skin.

My doorknob jingled and I immediately tensed.

"Shit!" I whispered, shoving him away from me. He groaned as I moved hurriedly out of bed and into my bathroom.

"Sophia, why is your door locked?" I was never happier to hear that question. Thank god he thought to lock it.

"I'm in the bathroom. I'll be out in a second, okay?" I shouted to her and pushed my bathroom door closed and gave myself a few human moments.

Opening the bathroom door I was met with the sight of Dr. Bishop standing from my bed in only his boxer briefs. Oh, dear me. Did I really sleep next to that last night? Go me, go me. I mentally slapped the inner teenage whore I was turning into and rushed to get some clothes from my dresser.

I was slipping on a pair of yoga pants when I felt the intensity of his eyes. I glanced up and pulled them around my waist.

"You need to hide," I whispered.

"Hide?" He raised his eyebrow at me. "I'm supposed to hide in my own home?"

"Hell yes you are supposed to hide." I hissed. "She can't see you in here." I looked over his
half-dressed form once again. "Especially like that," I motioned to his lack of clothing.

"I suppose you are right." His brow furrowed.

"The bathroom," I pointed, "Hide in there."

He stepped toward me and grabbed me by the back of my neck. My eyes widened as he forcefully pulled me to his face and captured my mouth in a ferocious lip lock.

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