Katie Ashley - The Pairing

Without answering her, he climbed onto the bed. His hands went to the lapels on her robe. He opened them and then pushed the robe open to her waist. “I thought we were eating dinner,” she murmured huskily.

“We are.” While her brows furrowed in confusion, he passed her a plate and a fork. Then he took his.

“Pesh, why are we eating dinner naked?”

“I want to teach you about delayed gratification.”

“The Tantric stuff?”

“Yes.”

She eyed him curiously. “Okay.”

“Look into my eyes,” he commanded. When her blazing blue eyes were trained on his, he brought a forkful of food to her mouth. “Open up,” he said.

Her gaze held his as her tongue darted out, tentatively tasting the spicy rice. When she decided that she liked it, her mouth clamped over the fork. As she chewed, she still remained staring at him. “Feed me,” he insisted.

She momentarily broke their eye contact to stare down at the plate. She speared a piece of lamb before bringing it to his mouth. After he took in the bite, his tongue slid over his lips, licking up the remaining sauce. Something stirred in her at his action—a slight tremble.

He brought a piece of lamb to her mouth, and she wrinkled her nose. “I don’t like lamb.” He nodded and then took the bite for himself. He then picked some of the vegetables and brought them to her. This time she took the forkful. “It’s very good, Pesh.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

Each time she took the fork into her mouth, he couldn’t help imagining that it was his cock instead. Sitting naked with her in such a close proximity had his juices beginning to flow. When she lowered her gaze to eye her plate for his next bite, she caught sight of his growing erection. Immediately, she started to put her plate down, but he stopped her. “Not yet.”

“But you’re hard, and I’m getting wet sitting here with you staring at me like you’re already buried inside me.”

“That’s the point, my love. How good do you think it’s going to be when I do finally get inside you?”

“Oh,” she murmured. As she swept up a forkful of rice, she brought it to his mouth. “So how long do we do this?” she asked.

“Until we clean our plates.”

She appeared both disappointed and frustrated at his response. To give her something else to focus on, he brought the fork to her mouth. She took from him, chewing methodically while staring into his eyes. Each time he fed her a bite, he tried conveying through his gaze what he was imagining doing to her. A bite of vegetables had him sucking her breast, his tongue flicking over her nipple. A forkful of rice had his face buried in her wet core as he licked her juices. As she chewed and swallowed, Pesh could tell desire was overtaking her.

“Can I have some water?” she asked.

With a nod, he brought one of the bottles to her lips. She drank in long gulps, her eyes never leaving his. When she finished swallowing, she gave him a grateful smile. Then in a flash, she tackled him, causing his plate to flip over onto the sheets. “Megan!” he cried.

She was too busy kicking out of her robe to care. At the sight of smeared vegetables and rice on the sheet next to him, he began to laugh. His chest shook so hard that he wanted to clutch his stomach, but Megan’s body was in the way.

As she gazed down at him, he pushed the long, blonde strands of hair out of her face. “I don’t believe we were finished eating,” he chastised.

She drew his bottom lip between her teeth, causing him to groan. At the same time, her wet core ground against his cock. “I guess you’ll just have to punish me the next time,” she replied.

Cupping her buttocks, he sent a resounding smack against one of her cheeks. Her eyes widened. “Pesh Nadeen, did you actually just spank my ass?”

He grinned up at her before smacking the other cheek. “Mmm, I like this side of you,” she murmured, before bringing her lips to his.

As their tongues battled against each other, Pesh flipped Megan over onto her back. After spreading her legs, he buried himself deep inside her with one thrust. “Oh God, that feels amazing,” she cried.

“See how much better it is when you wait?” he questioned, as he leisurely moved in and out of her.

“Yes, mmm, it’s so good. You’re right.”

Although her body trembled, she wasn’t close yet. He continued his pace of slow strokes within her. Then he took her legs and put them on his shoulders to where he could pump deeper inside her. She moaned at the feeling, her hands sliding up above her head to grip the sheets.

Pesh ducked his head to bring his mouth to her breasts, alternating between each one. As he felt her begin to tense up, he increased the pressure of his tongue on her nipples, lightly grazing them with his teeth. And then she came apart beneath him, crying out and clasping her hands onto his shoulders. The sight of her was so alluring he couldn’t hold back, and he came in a rush inside her.

When he’d finished shuddering, he raised his head to gaze down at her. Her eyelids fluttered open, and then she smiled sheepishly up at him. “Sorry for being a Tantric sex failure.”

He laughed. “Baby, I don’t care about that one bit. I like the fact you’re aggressive when it comes to fucking.”

Her hands feathered over his back and down to his ass. As she squeezed his cheeks, he sucked in a breath. “You’re very good at that.”

“You think so?”

“Mmm, hmm.”

“How good are you at laundry?” he asked, motioning to the leftover dinner that was now staining the sheets.

She swatted his ass playfully. “I was planning on taking care of that.”

“Why don’t we get dressed and then sit down and really eat?”

“I think that sounds like a good idea.”

“Good. I want to make sure you’re feeling your best for what I have to ask you.”

As he pulled himself off Megan, her brows furrowed. “What is it?”

“Can’t it wait until we finish eating?”

Rolling her eyes, Megan said, “You know I can’t wait for things.”

Pesh sighed as he bent down to pick up his robe. As he slid his arm through the hole, he met Megan’s questioning gaze. “I wanted to invite you to dinner at my sister’s house this weekend.”

“Okay, I think I can do that.” Tilting her head, she eyed him suspiciously. “Why did you think I would need to be feeling my best for that?”

“It won’t just be my sister and her husband. All of my family will be there, including my parents.”

Megan’s eyes widened. “You want to introduce me to your parents?”

“Yes, I would.”

She nibbled on her bottom lip as she was prone to do when she was nervous. “But that would mean we’re pretty serious, right?”

“Yes,” he replied, with utter certainty.

Scooting to the edge of the bed, she gripped her gaping robe as best she could. She stared up at him. “You’re not the least bit worried what they’re going to say about you dating me?”

“No, I’m not.”

The corners of her lips tugged up in a smile. “Then I’ll go,” she said softly.

“Really?”

When she bobbed her head, he rushed forward to wrap her in his arms. “Thank you, my love. You’ve made me very happy.”

“You make me happy every day. It’s the least I can do.” With her head buried in Pesh’s chest, she was finally able to let the smile she had plastered on fade into a frown. While she should have been elated that Pesh wanted to introduce her to his family, she couldn’t help feeling overwhelmed. What if they hated her? What if their dislike caused Pesh to not want to see her anymore? She didn’t want to think about what it would be like not having him in her life.

At the same time, it was hard processing all the emotions that Pesh’s devotion made her feel. Davis had never wanted to introduce her to his parents. She met them by accident after one of his games. Now she had a man who wanted nothing more than to share all aspects of his life with her. It was hard to process.

In the end, she could only hope that everything went well.

The following day at work when Pesh found a lull in patients, he stepped into the nurses’ station. While he said hello to some of the other men and women of the nursing staff, he had a singular focus of getting to Megan. When he joined her at the counter where she was doing paperwork, she jumped like he had tasered her.

“Go away,” Megan hissed.

He chuckled. “You know, I think I can be seen back here in the nurses’ station without arising any suspicion. After all, I could be discussing a patient with you.”

“Then you better start talking in patient codes very soon.”

“I wanted to know if it would be all right to pick you up at seven on Friday evening?”

When Megan jerked her gaze off the chart she was working on, her blue eyes bulged in horror at him. In a low voice, she said, “I cannot believe you are talking about a date here at work. Do you care anything about my reputation?”

He held his hands up defensively. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking besides the fact that I missed you and wanted to talk to you.”

Megan’s expression softened. “I’m sorry, but we can’t be that way here.”

Pesh opened his mouth to protest when a voice behind them cut him off. “Don’t you two look cozy,” Kara mused. Pesh whirled around to find Kara staring at them with venom burning in her eyes.

“Excuse me, but I need to get another chart off the carousel,” Megan said, with her head tucked to her chest.

She turned to go, but Kara reached out and grabbed her arm. “If you don’t mind, exam room Three needs a clean-up.”

“Kristi is the only one authorized to give me orders around here,” Megan replied.

Kara pursed her ruby red lips. “Insubordination and sleeping with a doctor—you really have a career death wish, don’t you?”

Megan started to protest, but Pesh stopped her. Glaring at Kara, he said, “I want to talk to you. Alone.”

After shooting Megan a triumphant look, Kara let Pesh lead her out of the nurses’ station and down the hall. “What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” he demanded.

“Saving you from making a huge mistake. You don’t need a girl like that—you need a woman to take care of you.” When her hands started to snake up around his neck, Pesh grabbed them.

“Don’t touch me!” he snarled.

A sultry smile spread across her face. “You liked when I touched you before.”

“That was one time—a drunken mistake that I regret daily, and I never intend on making again.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “So you’re throwing me aside for a young bimbo?”

“Do not speak that way about Megan ever again. Do you hear me?”

“And do you really feel that she thinks you’re worth throwing her career away for?”

Pesh closed the gap between them. Looming over Kara, his entire body shuddered in anger. “Listen to me when I say that if you threaten to expose Megan one more time, I will make life a living hell for you. As the supervising physician over the ER, I can have you shipped off to some hellhole far from here.” He glared down at her. “Do you understand me?”

She slowly nodded her head as the realization that there was nothing between them finally dawned on her. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to go clean my exam room.”

As she hurried past him, Pesh exhaled a breath of relief. He never used that tone of voice with women, or men for that matter, unless he was absolutely pushed to do so. But Kara’s previous behavior and the way she’d acted today had forced him to become what he wasn’t. At the feel of a hand on his back, he whirled around.

Megan gave him a beaming smile. “My hero!”

He laughed at her expression and words. “You don’t have to worry about her harassing you or me for that matter. I took care of things.”

“I heard you.”

He grimaced. “You did?”

She nodded. “It was amazing.”

“I’m glad you thought so.”

“I’ve never had a man take up for me like that before.”

Pesh shook his head. “That’s a shame.”

“If we weren’t in the middle of the ER’s hallway, I’d kiss you to show my gratitude.”

He smiled. “I’ll gladly take a rain check.”

“Oh you will? That’s good to know.”

Lowering his voice, he said, “I’ll expect that kiss later tonight when we’re alone. And I don’t just want it on the lips.” His brows rose. “I want it on several places on my body.”

Megan grinned. “I think that can be arranged.”

“I’ll be looking forward to it.”