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“
You… are… incredibly sexy,” Elijah whispered between kisses.
His hands trailed up and down her back, along the side of her rib
cage and one found its way to curve perfectly around her breast. He
traced the lace and found her nipple through the fabric. It
hardened with his touch. He groaned deep in his throat.

Charity’s mind whirled, she couldn’t think straight. She had
wanted him from the first time they had met but tried to ignore the
feelings. This was a bad idea. No. If something felt this good, it
couldn’t be wrong. He may be a playboy but she wasn’t looking for a
serious relationship. Was she? Right now she just those very
capable hands to find their way under her shirt. She let gravity
pull her hands away from the back of his neck and trail down the
front of his shirt, her nails slightly scratching the hardness of
the muscles beneath his shirt. Her pinkies found the front belt
loops of his jeans and she tugged them towards her. The only way to
lessen the yearning between her legs was to have him pressed firmly
against her. It didn’t stop the ache but seemed to dampen it
momentarily.

As their
kisses deepened, her fingers traced along the top rim of his jeans
and found their way to his glutes. They were tight and muscular
just as she’d imagined. A firmness in the front of his jeans nudged
against her inner thigh. It only excited her more.

When
Elijah’s lips left hers Charity opened her eyes. He stared at her,
his mouth slightly open and his chest rising and falling as if he’d
just been running. The hunger in his bright blue eyes burned with
an intensity she understood.

She
reached for his shirt and he helped her pull it off. He kept his
arms at his sides and didn’t move as she ran her hands over his
chest and abdomen. His smooth skin grew hot under her touch. She
lightly pressed her lips along his collar bone and against his
neck. He shuddered and she smiled as she kissed him. She was in
control. She found her way back to his mouth and her hands trailed
down to his jeans. She fumbled to undo their button. His hands
covered hers as she undid it and as she pulled the zipper down, her
knuckles grazed the hardness of his penis.

He
pulled her hands away and this time, she groaned in frustration. He
smiled against their kisses. “My turn,” he whispered. He grabbed
the hem of her shirt, lifted it off and tossed it against the
wall.

Charity
tried to stand still as his eyes travelled down and then back up
her body. They left an invisible trail of desire inside of
her.

“
Wow,” he whispered in awe. “You’re beautiful.”

“
You’re not so bad yourself.” She grinned when he met her gaze.
She touched the ink on his arm. “I like your tattoo. I
ha—”

His lips
crushed against hers before she could finish. Elijah picked her up
and carried her the few steps to the bed. He gently laid her down,
his lips never leaving hers. His tongue found its way into her
mouth and she nearly lost it when his body pressed against hers.
His bare chest against hers drove her delirious. She wanted to rip
his jeans off and have him inside of her. The thought alone made
her groan out loud.

“
Sorry.” Elijah rolled off and lay beside her. “I didn’t mean
to crush you.”

“
You aren’t.” She didn’t like the cool air that replaced his
warm skin.

He bent
his elbow and rested his head his hand. The fingers on his free
hand traced down from her lips to her neck and down between her
breasts. He cupped and squeezed her breast until the nipple grew
hard and then let his fingers trail over to her other breast and
reached inside her bra. He played and stroked her nipple until that
grew hard.

Charity
ran her tongue over her lips and her eyes closed. She felt Elijah’s
warm breath against her neck and he whispered in her ear, “I’m
going to bring you to heaven and back…”

His lips
and tongue pressed against her ear lobe and down her neck. He
kissed both of her breasts and ran his tongue over the lace against
one of her nipples. “I want to rip this bra off you but you look
too damn sexy in it.” He left a blazing trail of hot kisses down
her stomach. He paused as reached the black lace of her panties.
His finger traced a small part of her skin, near her right hip
bone. It sent tingles deep down inside her. He tugged the band of
her panties down slightly. He lifted his face away from her skin
and paused. “You have my tattoo.”

Charity
sat up on her elbows and glanced down. She grinned. She liked the
way he sounded a little awestruck when he said it. “I tried to tell
you before but your lips cut me off.” She glanced down where his
finger outlined the shape of the Caduces.

Elijah
glanced at his arm and down at her ink. “Even the style of the
wings and the rod–”

“
Of Asclepius is the same.” Charity finished for him and
laughed. “I noticed yours earlier tonight in the hallway. It’s a
bit freaky to have the exact same tattoo of the medical symbol but
even scarier that we used the same wings and rod. I based mine on
an ancient Greek design.”

“
I picked mine because I liked the snake head rod.”

“
Seriously?”

He
chuckled. “Sort of. I saw an antique charcoal drawing and love it.
I made a copy and got the ink after I graduated med school.
You?”

“
After my first surgery in residence. I got lucky with a
surgery most third years fight for, and I got to do it on my own.”
She had been ecstatic and so in love with becoming a doctor back
then.

He
rested his chin lightly on her stomach, angled so he could face
her. “Why did you switch careers?”

She
stared down at his handsome face. His tousled hair and half naked
body gave seduction a new meaning. She didn’t want to talk, she
wanted him.

His
eyes, with their eyebrows raised in question, changed their meaning
and he gave her a sly, sexy grin.

It
dawned on her then that while she’d been mesmerized by his good
looks, she had started pressing her hips up against his body again
and again. Apparently her body knew what it wanted more than her
head did.

He
pressed his soft lips against her stomach and let his tongue circle
her belly button. He leaned to his left and let his body weight
shift to his left knee and elbow as he brought his head back level
to hers. As he spoke, his hand circled the inside of her leg. His
fingers brushed the skin of her inner thighs but would not touch
the one spot begging to be touched. “Too much talking?” he
teased.

Charity
let her head fall back against the pillow. Her sigh turned into a
moan when Elijah’s hand rubbed over her panties, in the center of
her heat and desire.

Saving Forever – Part 2

Chapter 2

Elijah’s
lips pressed hard against hers. His tongue forced its way into her
mouth and she arched her body to be closer to his. Her hands ran
over his chest and found their way down his back. No man should
have skin this smooth and soft. Her fingers ran into the top of his
jeans. She had undone his button and zipper but then he had
distracted her with his kisses and touch.

She
turned her head slightly away from his mouth but that did not deter
his lips. They continued their torment along her neck. “Hey,” she
whispered, “Do you want to take these things off?” She tugged
lightly at a belt loop.

Hot
breath teased her ear and neck. “Do you want me to?”

Was he
serious? “Well, it’s only kinda fair. I’m lying here in my
undies.”

His head
came up so he could look her in the eyes. He smiled. “I really like
those panties.”

Gosh,
even the way he said that was beyond sexy.

He slid
towards the end of the bed and before he stood, kissed the center
of her underwear. “So in the event of being complete fair…” He
pulled his jeans down and kicked them off. He did a “ta-da” with
his arms and let her do the same once over he’d to her in the
hallway.

Charity’s gaze roamed hungrily down his bare chest, across an
extremely hot pair of black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. She paused
there momentarily and then glanced down at his muscular quads. He
had to run distance. The guy had unbelievable muscle tone like he
lifted weights but he was lean and fit. She left her eyes travel
back up to Elijah’s face. She was grinning and winked when she met
his gaze. “Nice undies.”

He
hopped back on the bed. “Happy now?” His bare skin brushed hers and
her left leg had a mind of its own and wrapped itself over his
hip.

“
I’m getting there.”

He
laughed. “I feel like a sixteen year old kid when I’m around
you.”

“
Wow. If this is how you looked at sixteen…” She ran a finger
zigzag over his chest.

He
caught her hand and brought it to his mouth. He pressed each finger
against his lips and gently sucked each one so they brushed against
his tongue.

Charity
wondered if his mouth could create a worse exquisite torture
against her breast without a bra on. The thought had her panting
and biting her lower lip to try to hide it.

Elijah’s
eyes never left hers. He brought her hand back to rest against the
side of her body and then tenderly ran his fingers down her leg
that lay over him. When he reached her knee, he cupped it and
lifted it off of him back against the other. His palm covered the
side of her hip and as his fingers dug gently into her derriere
muscle he pushed against her hip bone to force her on her back
inside of her side.

His hand
found its way under the lace of panties. “Look at me,” he whispered
when her eyes closed in pleasure. His hand stopped its movement
until she opened her eyes.

“
You…are…” She lost the ability to speak when his finger
slipped inside of her. Each time she closed her eyes, he begged her
to open them. He didn’t speak, but would pause until she looked at
him again. She could feel the rushing pleasure building inside of
her and when he bent forward so he could kiss her breast, she let
everything go and climaxed.

He knew
exactly what he was doing, and was very good at it. Very good. Her
eyes still closed, she smiled. She heard him chuckle and knew he
was watching her. When her heart settled back to a semi normal
rhythm, she pounced. She pushed his shoulders back and straddled
his hips, forcing him onto his back.

His look
of surprised switched to a confident grin as he tucked his hands
behind his head. “You enjoyed that then, did you?”

“
Very much, thank you.”

“
You’re welcome.”

Under her hips, she could feel his hardness beneath her. As
much as she really wanted to know what it felt like to have him
inside of her – and she
really
wanted to know – they had somehow come to an
unspoken agreement that there would be no sex tonight. It must have
been his idea but she didn’t recall having the thought cross her
mind. She had to admit she liked it, and it made her like him
more.

She bent
down and kissed his beautiful lips. “I believe,” she whispered
between kisses as her hand trailed down his chest, “I have a favour
to return.”

His eyes
closed when her hand slipped inside his box briefs.

She
paused her movement until he opened his eyes. She shrugged and
grinned. “It’s only fair…”

An
annoying radio talk show invaded Charity’s sleep. Elijah lay beside
her, his arm and leg covering her. She swore under her breath when
her body trembled in anticipation of what he could to do to her.
They had spent the night kissing and fooling around like a couple
of sixteen year olds. He was asleep now, but if she…

The
clock radio beside her laughed at some stupid joke he’d just told.
Charity rolled over and hit the sleep button.

Crap!
Her flight left in a little over an hour and she had to pack!
They’d barely fallen asleep. She suppressed a smile. It was worth
it.

She
slipped out of bed and quietly went to the bathroom. She showered,
pulled her hair in a ponytail and threw on a bit of mascara. She’d
grabbed tights and a comfortable shirt the night before and set
them bathroom. She dressed and then brushed her teeth. Packing her
toiletries quickly, she stuffed them in the suitcase right by the
bathroom door.

Elijah
turned on the light beside the bed and leaned up against the head
board. The sheet barely covered his lower body. His stomach muscles
flexed as he stretched and yawned. “Did I just catch you trying to
sneak out of your own hotel room?”

She
laughed. “Darn it! Why’d you have to wake up? You foiled my
plan.”

He
sniffed. “I feel so used and abused.”

She
crawled across the bed and kissed his exaggerated but still sexy
pouting lips. “Sorry, but I’m going to miss my flight if I don’t
hurry.” She hopped off the bed and stuffed the few clothes inside
the drawers in to her suitcase.

“
When are you back in town?”

“
Two weeks.”

“
Damn, I was hoping I might have changed your mind and had you
wanting to come back next weekend.”