Doctor Holliday (Doctors of Eastport General)

Chapter 15

Friday, December 15 th

Lucy

“So, this could be a problem.”

Pressed close to Keaton, with his hands on her waist and her fingers linked at the back of his neck, she only whispered the words to him. They had been at Spade for well over an hour, on the dance floor most of that time, wrapped in each other’s arms.

“Why is this going to be a problem?” He tipped his head to look at her, still holding her close, as if determined not to let her go.

“Well, it’s going to be awkward if Ruby asks me directly if you can dance.”

“Am I doing something wrong?” he asked with a smirk.

“Nope.” She licked her lips. “But if she wants me to show her how you dance…”

“Mmm.” He nodded. “This might look lame to a ten-year-old. Is that what you’re saying?”

“Yes.”

Eyes locked, they continued to sway, to move around the floor, in tiny little steps, far more caught up in each other than their surroundings.

“Want me to break out some moves?”

“You mean bust a move?” She snorted.

“Want me to?”

“I actually think I like you where you are.” She arched her eyebrows, thrilled to be flirting with him, knowing that he wanted her just as badly as she wanted him.

“You know what I think is going to be a problem?” His voice deepened with suggestion.

“What?”

“Waiting.”

Her mouth dry, she struggled to swallow.

“I guess we don’t have to wait,” she whispered.

“I don’t want you to think I do this all the time.”

Lucy shook her head. “I don’t. I think this…” She nodded her head back and forth as if to say us , “was the last thing on your mind, and then life threw you a curveball. And you did the compassionate thing, and now here we are.”

“I’ve done this one time since the divorce was final.” He squeezed her waist. “And I have to admit, it wasn’t great. Maybe it was more that I felt like it was…the way things are done. When you’re divorced.”

“I’m gonna need more than one time with you.” She traced her fingertips up the back of his neck. “Just so you know that.”

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the night…” He shrugged and let his words trail off. Now wasn’t the time for either of them to think about Logan and how they had worked together to deliver her baby.

“Keaton.” She laughed softly and rested her head on his shoulder. “We’re adults, right?”

“Are you ready?”

He lifted his hand and gently pushed her hair back from her face.

“I am.”

Going through the motions—Keaton helping her with her coat, walking to the car, his hands lifting her with ease into his truck—kindled the burn in her belly, the heat in her core. Part of her wanted to slow down and end the night with a kiss, but mostly, Lucy wanted to be naked with him in his sheets.

“My house okay?” he asked her as he pulled out of the parking lot.

“Yes.”

A Michael Bublé Christmas song played as they rode in charged silence. Keaton reached for her, but he only played with her hair and then rested his hand on her leg, just above her knee. The touch was suggestive but no more than that. Still, the heat from his hand seeped into her skin, into her thighs, and her core. He would find her wet when he undressed her. The thought, the idea of him sliding his fingers between her legs and feeling her damp thong, made her shiver.

“Ruby will be gone all night, and Alyssa is picking her up from her friend’s,” he said as he drove. “I don’t go get her until later in the afternoon.”

Lucy swallowed hard. She wasn’t sure what she wanted, other than Keaton. His big body enveloping hers, his cock inside her, and those eyes focused intently on hers, on her body. While she had no intention of rushing through the act and leaving to go back home, she wasn’t sure she should stay the whole night, either.

“Hey.” He took her hand and lifted it to his mouth to kiss her knuckles. “No pressure. I just want you to know I can take you home whenever you’re ready.”

His warm breath over her skin made her shiver with delight. If his kissing her hand made her feel so good, what would it be like to have his face buried in her neck? His lips on her breasts?

“I don’t know what I want,” she whispered and shook her head. “Beyond you. This.”

He gave her a simple nod and turned his attention back to the road.

When he turned into a neighborhood she had driven past many times, she sat up a bit straighter and watched the houses slide by the truck windows. Most of them were lit up for Christmas—displays of Santas, Frosties, and nativity scenes dotted the yards they passed.

“Wow.” She leaned forward to appreciate the perfectly spaced white lights that lined his roof when he pulled into a driveway. Elegant golden reindeer and a lighted sleigh were nestled in his front yard. “Where’s Santa?”

“He only comes once a year,” Keaton told her with a grin.

She laughed softly straining to see the display over her shoulder as Keaton steered the truck into the garage.

“Interesting.” She unbuckled her seatbelt. “My sister said the same thing to me earlier, though in a slightly different context.”

He killed the engine, pressed the remote to close the garage door, and unbuckled his own seatbelt.

“I think I can make you come a few times,” he said with a sexy little smirk. “Maybe more.”

“It’s been so long, you’re gonna make me come with one touch.”

“What’re we waiting for?”

Before she could react, he opened his door and slid out of the cab only to hurry around to her side and open her door. She slid down his body this time, moaning softly when she felt the press of his erection at her middle.

“Wait.” He laughed when her toes hit the cement, and she leaned forward to kiss him.

“What?”

“Well, we are adults,” he reminded her as he hooked his fingers at her lower back. “While I could absolutely undress you right here and press you up against the truck to take you, I think the first time I’d rather have you in my bed.”

“Me, too.” Her whisper was thick with longing.

He loosened his hold on her, his fingers trailing lightly around her waist, and then took her hand and led her to the back door. Inside, he flipped the light on over the kitchen sink, dropped his keys on the small island counter, and led her out of the room, down a hall, and to his bedroom. She breathed deeply when she smelled pine.

“You have a real Christmas tree, don’t you?”

“Mmm.” He nodded as he turned a lamp on beside his bed. “I like real things.”

She laughed when his gaze dropped to her breasts before he met her eyes again. Moving at the same time, they came together. Lucy rested her hands on his shoulders, but he cupped her face in his and pulled her close to kiss her. Time stood still as he worshipped her mouth with long, wet kisses, each of them more demanding than the last.

“Do you have condoms?” She pulled back to look at him.

He dropped his hands and skimmed his fingers over her waist. Lucy gasped when she realized he was inching the skirt of her dress up painstakingly slow.

“I do.” He nodded. “Remember how I said I did this once after the divorce?”

“Yes.”

The air was cool on her legs as he bared them a bit at a time. Eyes locked with his, she wasn’t sure if she was saying yes, she remembered what he had said, or yes, please strip me down and take me to bed.

“I used two that night, so I have thirty-four left in the box.”

Lucy tossed her head back and laughed.

“I love that.” Keaton bent his knees and leaned closer to nip at her neck. “I love your laugh.”

“Maybe we don’t plan to use thirty-four of them tonight,” she said with a grin. Keaton continued to work her dress up over her hips; Lucy combed her fingers up through the back of his hair.

“Probably not,” he lifted his head to smile at her, “but right now, I feel hard enough and I want you so bad, I’d be tempted to try it.”

His eyes flashed with heat as he cupped her butt in his hands, realizing she wore a thong under the dress.

“Jesus.” He groaned. “You were sitting across from me at dinner with a piece of lace in your?—”

“Shh!” She laughed softly and pressed a finger over his lips.

“Can I see it?”

“I want you to see it,” she admitted. “As many times as I told myself I wouldn’t do this tonight, I dressed for you to look at me.”

“Take it off.” He stepped back slightly and offered the gathered dress in his hands to her. Lucy took the material in her hands and eased it up over her head. The sharp intake of his breath, the guttural growl that escaped him, lit a fire in her center. She tossed the dress on the end of the bed and stood before him in the thong, the bra Callie had commented on, and her knee-high boots.

“Callie assured me they’re not fuck-me boots.” She shrugged and tipped her head.

“I’m willing to bet Callie didn’t see them quite like I’m seeing them now.”

“No.”

Keaton stroked a fingertip down her breastbone, skipping over the little bit of lace between her breasts, and traced all the way down her belly to the top of her thong.

“You’re beautiful.” His voice was gruff with longing. Lucy lifted her hair and spun around to show him the lace string and her bare butt. “I don’t know what to look at first. What to touch. To kiss.”

She tipped her head back as he moved up behind her and smoothed his hands around her hips.

“I want it all.” He nipped the shell of her ear and then stroked his flattened palms up over her belly. She ground her butt into his middle and wiggled a bit.

“Me, too.”

Keaton cupped her chin in his hand and tipped her head to press his lips over hers. Assuming he would touch her breasts, she mewled in surprise, pleasure, when he dipped the fingers of his free hand between her legs.

“You’re soaked.”

“I have been,” she whispered over his lips.

“Can I kiss you here?”

Rather than answer him, Lucy hooked her fingers in the thong and eased it over her hips. She turned in his arms and lowered the panties, taking his hand as she gingerly stepped out of them.

“You know what I really want?” She flicked her tongue over the center of his lips.

“What?”

“I want you to do everything you want to me.” She took his hands and laid them on her breasts. Her nipples hardened when he pinched her ever-so-lightly. “Touch me. Look at me. Put your mouth on me. Anywhere. Everywhere.”

Eyes locked with his, she reached behind her back to unhook her bra and shimmied out of it.

“And then,” she ducked her chin to watch him cup her bare breasts. “I want this. Inside me.” She stroked her fingers over his cock, straining at the zipper of his trousers. “Hard and deep. And slow. I want to feel every stroke, Keaton. Every inch of you filling me.”

“Careful.” He thumbed her nipples. “You keep talking to me in that buttery voice, and I’m gonna come in my pants.”

“Kiss me.” She reached for him, cupped the back of his head in her hand, and brushed her lips over his cheek as she directed his mouth to her breast. “Take me, Keaton.”