Play Doctor: Dream Machine Part 26

There are things I need to say to you." The intensity in his eyes made her shiver in response no matter how hard she tried to ignore his presence.

"You need closure? Fine, get whatever you need to say off your chest then get the h.e.l.l out."

"No, I need to explain. I understand you're afraid. I hurt you."

"If you won't leave, I will." Rebecca headed for the door. She couldn't resist him for much longer. The ache in her heart, and between her legs, overpowered logic.

Before she got more than three feet away, Kurt tugged her wrist then pinned her tight against his chest. The heat pumping off him surrounded her. She trembled when the swish of his breath caressed her neck.

"Don't go, Becca. Stay with me." He referred to more than this moment. They both understood what he asked.

"I can't," she whispered, her voice cracking despite her best intentions to keep it steady. Nothing had changed so she stuck to her decision. If she couldn't have everything, she refused to compromise.

"Have I ruined everything you felt for me?"

Rebecca realized she wasn't the only one shaking. Before she remembered she intended to distance herself, she turned in his arms to comfort him.

The pain creasing his brow staggered her. Lifting her palm to the side of his face, she smoothed the lines of tension there. Unsure of how to answer, she gave him the truth.

"I can't live half a dream."

"I know, Becca. I'd never ask you to. I'm so sorry I hurt you, baby. Can you forgive me for lying to you?"

His hands cupped her shoulders, fingers stroking the exposed skin around the straps of her tank top.

"That's not the problem, Kurt." Although his deception still stung, in a way, she could understand.

"It is to me. I can't believe the way I acted. Things got out of control. I needed to know more about you.

G.o.d, Becca, when I saw the pa.s.sion in your dreams, and realized I had been right about you all along, I couldn't resist anymore."

"What do you mean?" Her puzzlement escaped despite her best efforts to conceal it.

"I've wanted you for years. It feels like forever but I didn't think you were ready. So focused on your goals, you had so many other things going on. And you were so young. d.a.m.n it, Becca. You have to understand." Kurt hung his head until their foreheads touched then he looked right into her eyes without hiding an ounce of his longing. "I'm explaining this all wrong."

Although determined not to settle, she would hear him out. She didn't want him to regret their time together. She never would, no matter how painful leaving would be. "Go ahead, I'm listening."

His fingers came up to frame her face, teasing her with their gentle caresses. "Everything you said before...it's true. You make it impossible for me to think straight. I adore you. I went along with the board's demands as a convenient excuse."

He sighed before continuing.

"You were right about Luke, too. The board would have approved the Dream Machine without his...personal involvement. I brought him in because I wanted to give you what you desired. I even included the videos at the board meeting to stage your exhibitionist fantasy. Luke watched through a camera under the table."

Stunned, she watched him wince. She condemned the persistent arousal flaring inside her. Anger should have taken its place.

Rebecca reeled from the extent of his efforts, even more elaborate than she had a.s.sumed. "You did it all for me? Because you'd seen the experiment was my greatest fantasy?"

Wondering if she should be livid or flattered, she peered into his vulnerable eyes. He was oddly subdued.

So used to seeing him in control, sure of himself, this side of him threw her off guard. So this is why he'd chased her? To admit to greater duplicity than she'd suspected?

"Yes. So, I understand if you can't forgive me. But there's something else you should know."

She wasn't sure she could handle another secret. Bracing herself for the worst, she waited for him to continue. He swallowed hard but found his voice after several long seconds.

"My father raised me."

Her eyes widened. He'd never divulged his personal affairs. She'd a.s.sumed their stilted conversation stemmed from her unwillingness to reveal her own family issues. After all, who talked about their history when they knew it to be a sore subject for the person they spoke to?

Surprise weakened her knees as he opened himself to her on a whole new level. He guided them to the edge of her bed. Sinking down, he situated her in his lap. She sensed his craving for her closeness as he revealed his secrets.

"My mother was a gold digger." The bitterness in the term made it clear he'd heard it often enough. "She got pregnant with me on purpose to trick my father into marrying her. She insisted on no prenuptial agreement to prove their love for each other. He didn't care about the money, or my mother. I think by then he already knew what she was but he wanted an heir. She stuck around long enough to deliver me then split with half his cash and never looked back."

Rebecca clung to his tense shoulders. Even now, the betrayal had the power to sting him. She raged for the boy he'd been.

"Dad always warned me not to fall for sentimental bulls.h.i.t. He convinced me emotions were every man's weakness in business and in life. He often said I was worth every dollar he paid, as though I should be glad for the compliment. He's the coldest man I've ever met and I'm afraid I'll die alone just like he will."

Shocked, she flung her arms around his locked shoulders. "G.o.d, Kurt. You're anything but cold. Look at you!"

She shook his ma.s.sive frame then climbed up until she knelt on either side of his wide thighs so she could cup his face in her hands and stroke her thumbs over his chiseled cheekbones.

"And as long as I live, you'll never be alone. I love you." She would never escape him now, even if he couldn't admit what she understood to the bottom of her soul. She kissed him with all the tenderness and devotion she could muster but he broke away.

"Then there's just one more thing I need to tell you."

She couldn't bear another blow.

"I love you, Doctor Rebecca Williams. If you can find it in your heart to forgive me, I swear, I will spend the rest of my life making this up to you. All I can say is, for the first time, I couldn't be rational. I had to have you but I was too afraid to admit it to myself."

The sincerity of his vow radiated from his eyes. She wrapped around him until there wasn't even a millimeter of s.p.a.ce between them. Kurt's sweet kiss drugged her, intimate in its gentleness and longing. He surrounded her, cradling her in his arms, never stopping the caress of his lips on hers.

For Rebecca, nothing else mattered.

She retreated a fraction of an inch. Only far enough to whisper, "I forgive you, Kurt. I love you, too.

Forever."

Her lips brushed against his.

"Good," he said.

His simple response had laughter bubbling from her at the return of his practical nature.

"Then there's just one more thing to clear up."

"Oh G.o.d," she moaned, her heart pitching in her chest. "You said that before! What now?"

"I think I owe you a little punishment for the stunt you pulled this morning."

In a flash, he flipped her in his arms where he sat on the edge of her bed. Before she could react, he had both wrists pinned at the base of her spine in a firm but tender grip. Then he wrestled her sweat shorts off her squirming legs. The first tantalizing spank landed on her a.s.s with a crack.

Rebecca's giggles filled the room. The joy spreading through her overpowered everything else.

"Go ahead and laugh, baby. That won't last long." His primal dominance had returned and it made her wet as ever. More so. Her heart soared on the current of his love.

As the spanking continued, her amus.e.m.e.nt morphed into moans and whimpers of pleasure. The tingling of her a.s.s increased until she writhed on Kurt's lap.

"You were so naughty this morning. And so beautiful. Do you know what it did to me to lie there and take your torture?" Another light slap spread electric shocks of desire through her body.

The friction of her legs, pressed together, started a liquid simmer in her core that flared into a conflagration of need within seconds.

"Please, Kurt. Take me. f.u.c.k me."

His hand paused in mid-air. He lifted her from her position, draped over his lap, then turned. As his heavy weight settled over her on the bed, bringing his muscular frame into contact along her entire length, she whimpered.

"I want to try something new. A little experiment. I don't want to f.u.c.k you, Becca," he whispered, cradling her face in his hands. He buried those long, talented fingers in her hair. "I want to make love to you."

Gently, as though she were made of fragile crystal, he dusted her face with soft kisses. Following the line of her neck, he traced her curves and valleys with his tongue as he removed their clothing. Lost in a cloud of bliss, nothing had ever felt so right in her life.

Kurt's mouth was tender on the swell of her left breast, moving ever closer to her puckered nipple with licks and light nips. His hand cupped the other with a possessive squeeze. When he placed a lingering kiss over her heart, she reached to undo his zipper.

He stopped her.

"Let me take care of you, baby." He nuzzled her abdomen as he sank between her thighs.

He'd tossed her shorts to the floor, leaving her open to his caresses. She gasped when his tongue crept closer to her p.u.s.s.y.

Rebecca couldn't stop her hands from twining in his hair then tugging him closer. The love in his eyes made every sensation twice as vivid. Blossoms of arousal unfurled at each place he touched. Hunger spread from her core until she couldn't stand to be empty any longer.

"Please, Kurt. I need you inside me."

"Soon." He refused to be distracted.

A moan burst from her chest when his fingertip brushed against her dripping folds before sliding deep inside. Her muscles clenched around the digit, drawing it further into her channel. Her o.r.g.a.s.m lingered so close, one touch on her c.l.i.t would send her over the edge.

He must have sensed it because he refrained, denying her release. Rebecca rocked her hips, taking the two fingers now buried inside her to the max while she attempted to rub the bundle of nerves against his palm.

"I want you to come for me, baby." Kurt blew cool air across the top of her slit. So energized, swamped in emotions, the barest of sensations almost triggered her climax.

"Now." He licked a path from the junction of his fingers up and around her c.l.i.t.

She cried out as her back arched, leaving only her head and hips on the bed. Her o.r.g.a.s.m raced through her, accompanied by Kurt's growl of satisfaction. He sucked her c.l.i.t with wet pulses, prolonging the spasms.

When they began to subside, his fingers retreated from her clinging sheath. She sighed with regret until he replaced them with the head of his c.o.c.k.

Kurt braced himself over her then dove into a frantic kiss. Their tongues clashed, desperate to proclaim their love. He allowed her a brief taste of their mingled fluids before separating them.

"I love you, Becca." His words guaranteed a lifetime of happiness.

Every ridge of his thick c.o.c.k enticed her p.u.s.s.y as it pushed steady and sure inside her, joining them. When she cradled all of him in her welcoming grasp, Kurt lay still on top of her.

"You're mine, baby. I want you to tell me you understand." His jaw clenched as he shook from the effort of holding still. The display of controlled power caused Rebecca's blood to reheat. She wanted him to take her but knew he would wait until she accepted his claim.

"I am yours, Kurt. Always."

He groaned in her ear as his head dropped forward and his flesh surged in her clasp. He gathered her in his arms as he made love to her with slow, sweet glides. It took no more than a few minutes before the subtle motion tormented them both.

"I'm yours, Becca. I love you." His proclamation moved her beyond control. She accepted the next rising crest of ecstasy.

Kurt's shaft grew even as her spasming muscles squeezed him tighter. The ridge of his glans pressed against the entrance to her womb as they fit perfectly together. The subtle sensation, along with the reminder of their complete fit, renewed her o.r.g.a.s.m.

His possession was all it took to send her flying. He bit her shoulder as he joined her in rapture, his hot come washing over her, triggering several aftershocks of desire.

He rolled to his back, still cradling her in his arms as she draped over his chest. "I want to be the man who makes all your dreams come true," he whispered, as though trying not to dispel the magic of the moment.

"You already are."

About the Author.

Jayne Rylon's stories usually begin as a daydream in an endless business meeting. Her writing acts as a creative counterpoint to her straight-laced corporate existence. She lives in Ohio with two cats and her husband who both inspires her fantasies and supports her careers. When she can escape her office, she loves to travel the world, avoid speeding tickets in her beloved Sky and, of course, read.

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