Grumpy Doctor’s Holiday Twins (Forbidden Doctors #17)

13. Melody

13

MELODY

E than was insulting and rude and very unhelpful at times, but I loved him. My confession came pouring out of my mouth because I didn't want to hold it back. I wanted him to know on some deeper level than I could explain that I still loved him. I doubted it would make any difference to him at all, but the fact that he'd shown up tonight just to prove to me how jealous he was of Lucas only made me love him more.

"What was that?" he breathed, but he didn't back away.

"You really thought I'd kiss him?" I asked, and I lowered his hand from my face as far as I could and peeled my hair off his skin.

"I don't know. He seemed perfect. He's all 'Ho, ho, ho, Merry Christmas,' and I'm over here like Scrooge, hating the whole thing."

"So, you're jealous?" I asked playfully, and he scowled, but he still hadn't backed away. I didn’t want him to.

"I'm not jealous. It's just that the thought of you kissing that man boiled my blood because?—"

"Because you're jealous," I pointed out, and he started to back away then. But I grabbed his arm and held him there. My hair probably looked like crap, sticking up with pine sap in it. Who even knows how to get that out, anyway? But I ignored how I looked or what he might think of me and I said, "I like that."

"Mel, I?—"

"Kiss me again. Not because of mistletoe or jealousy or any other reason except that you're feeling what I'm feeling right now and you want to keep feeling it." I let go of his hand and halfway expected him to dash away, but he stayed there for a second as if thinking it over.

Then he crashed into me with a passion I hadn't felt from him in a long, long time. His lips claimed mine, and his hands gripped my hips and turned me. It was so inappropriate and highly questionable behavior for either one of us for where we were, but the kiss was scorching and my body was on fire for him.

"My God, Melody, you drive me insane. I can't forget about you, and I can’t let you be with someone else." The entire time he was ravaging my mouth and spilling his thoughts, he was backing me around the tree toward the offices.

"You think this is easy for me? You're an impossible idiot. Who hates Christmas, anyway?" I fought back with my words, but my hands tore at his clothing even as we shut ourselves into the office area with the lights out.

"Yeah, well you're all 'Deck the Halls' and 'Joy to the World' and you just run off and leave me stranded with my heart on a string." Ethan grabbed my fly and tore open my slacks while I stripped his shirt off him. The ferocity of the moment just didn’t let up. He pinned me against the desk as he tugged my slacks down and then turned his attention on my sweater.

"If you'd looked up from your career for one second, you'd have seen a woman who'd have done anything for you. Anything at all. I wanted it all with you, you know." I almost started crying, but that would have ruined the moment. Instead, I focused on getting my shirt and bra off without getting sap on them too.

"I told you, we work together and John would be upset, and?—"

"And shut up and kiss me, fool," I grumbled. Ethan hooked his hands behind my knees and hoisted me onto the desk as he stole another searing kiss. One hand crushed my right breast while the other was absent from my body for a moment. Then I felt it cup my cheek and hook around the back of my neck, tilting my head so my mouth opened wider.

“This is insanity. You make me crazy and I can’t help myself.” I loved the way his eyes were filled with lust as he kissed me with them wide open. I whimpered and wrapped my legs around his hips.

“My God, I need you so much,” I said, but he didn’t realize that the need I had for him was more than this, more than sex.

Ethan’s response was to kiss me again, and again, for his hands to search my curves and find my sensitive spot where moisture pooled. My clit was so tender, I jolted as he rubbed it and whimpered when his lips left my mouth to kiss a trail of lava down my body until they closed around a nipple.

"Ethan, please," I whined, but he didn't answer. Instead, his lips traveled down my body and I felt the warmth of his mouth latch onto my clit. His tongue lapped determinedly at my pussy, his fingers sliding into me with an expertise that made me want to scream. I arched my back and gripped the edge of the desk as his shoulders forced my thighs apart, and in doing so, I found his wallet on the desk beside me. He brought a condom this time… so maybe he planned this?

The thought was so fleeting but so fierce, I found myself on the edge instantly. Just the idea that Ethan had the forethought to start carrying a condom in his wallet suddenly after the encounter the other day had me melting. His fingers worked me, his lips sucking and pinching my soft nub, and I lost it.

"Oh, God," I moaned, my hips bucking into his face as my back arched forward and my entire body shuddered with ecstasy. Blood rushed to my groin and made my head spin as my stomach spasmed and jolted. My pussy clenched around his fingers, and he growled against my core. The vibration only made things more intense, and for a second as he pulled his lips away from my clit, I thought that was the end of the orgasm, but his tongue lapped at my skin and his palms pressed my thighs apart.

I wasn’t sure if it was a separate orgasm that hit me again or if the first one just got so intense I was seeing stars, but I lifted a foot and braced it on his back to keep myself from falling over. The pleasure was so intense I thought I might pass out if he didn't stop.

"Ethan," I whimpered, but he only hummed against my core and made me squirm even more.

Finally, he stood, and I collapsed backward onto the desk. Cooing and panting, I looked up at him in the low lighting as he used the back of his hand to wipe his face. My entire body felt heavy and warm, so relaxed. He tore open the condom wrapper with his teeth as he freed his dick from his pants with his other hand then rolled it on.

“Jesus, Melody, you’re so wet,” he groaned, and before I could respond, he was pulling me up and thrusting into me. I cried out as he sheathed himself in me, and he kissed me again, his tongue claiming my mouth as he pumped his hips in and out, so slowly, it drove me crazy.

“You do that to me,” I moaned between kisses. Every last inch of his length felt incredible. He’d pull all the way back then agonizingly slide back in. I clenched and ground against him, and he toyed with me.

“I can’t help it,” he growled. “I want to make this last forever.” I knew why—because he was leaving. Because he felt the same way about me as I felt about him, but he was too prideful to admit it.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and begged him to move faster. I wanted to get off again, and I could tell by the way his hips were moving that he did too. It was a battle of wills, but Ethan was winning.

“Ethan, please,” I begged him, and he growled.

“No,” he said, and then he kissed me again, his hands on my hips and his pace not increasing. He grabbed my curves and kneaded them, then bit my lower lip. “I need to remember this.” The emotion in his voice hit my heart like a ton of bricks, and while I wanted to go into self-preservation mode, I loved him too much. He was saying goodbye to me somehow. I could feel it. Like he was wanting this to be the most perfect moment because he knew it would be the last.

A tear streaked down my cheek, and before he could see it, I swiped it away. Then his hand cupped around my cheek and his other thumb rubbed my clit again. “You know I loved you. You know, I was going to tell John on Christmas Eve…”

His words shocked me and more tears welled up. This time, I didn’t stop them. “I love you too, Ethan.” When I said it, I meant it too. He had to know that.

His grunts and groans against my mouth had me whimpering, as did the way he worked my clit. But when his teeth found my earlobe and bit down, I was his. My body shuddered again, finding climax for the third time, and he breathed into my ear, “God, I need you,” before grunting one last time. I felt his cock throbbing inside me and knew he was coming with me. The orgasm was violent. It had me almost screaming and clawing his back, and he bit down on my shoulder hard.

Nothing would ever replace the feeling I felt, the way it connected me to him at my core. His words alone could have made me come, but how he touched me in every right place made me breathless. I clung to him, weeping against his chest as he stiffened and put his hands around me. It felt distant, though, like he was purposefully pulling back. He’d never cry, never admit he was hurting, but I felt it in his body.

“What’s happening between us, Ethan?” I asked, still tangled in him.

I kissed his chest and tasted my own tears, then he pulled back. As his dick slid out of me, I squeezed and almost whimpered again. I didn’t want him to pull away. We'd said harsh things to each other, but it was only because we were so insanely in love and nothing seemed to be working or feel the way it used to, except sex.

"I don't know," he grumbled, and he turned to pull the condom off his dick. His back was taut with stress, the curve of his butt still as perfect as always.

"You don't know?" I muttered, and I didn't know either.

"I am leaving town. I have a job overseas and I'm taking it. You are off dating someone else, and I hate Christmas. I hate this town, and I hate everything about this month." He stiffened and dropped the condom into the trash bin, then hiked his pants back up and grabbed his shirt. "You trashed my heart and left me to wonder why I wasn't good enough. And in spite of all that, I still can’t get you out of my head. And part of me hates myself for having no dignity."

Ethan remained facing away from me as he donned his shirt and buttoned it. My tears still flowed because everything he said was true. I hated what I'd done to him and how now that he was so heartbroken, he hated this holiday and our hometown.

"Ethan, I'm sorry." My words were so small in the face of so much pain.

"Do you want help finishing the tree?" he asked, but I knew not only did he hate it, but it would be awkward.

The sex was incredible, but there was too much pain—on both parts. My pain was due to remorse and also because I knew I couldn't keep him. He'd never stay, even if I confessed everything and showed him how much I wanted him here.

"No, it's okay. You don't have to stay." The last thing I needed to do was add salt to his wound by asking him to stay. This started because of his jealousy, not because he'd turned a corner and wanted to be a part of the holiday festivities.

Ethan walked to the door with his shirt untucked and something just popped out of my mouth I wasn't expecting. "If you were so upset about me kissing Lucas under that mistletoe, why wouldn't you kiss me?"

He turned over his shoulder with a stormy look in his eyes and said, "Kiss whoever you want. You're a free woman now." And when the door clicked shut, I slid off the desk to the floor next to my clothes and sobbed. It was goodbye, then. This entire thing, the way he poured every ounce of his energy into making love to me, he was remembering me because he didn't intend to look back.

Now it was my heart that was trashed, and it was all my fault.