Healing Touch by Brenda Rothert Page A

was tight and my cock was throbbing for her.
    Joss moved her hands down to my ass, easing me further into her. Her moan was half pleasure, half pain. I was going to slide out and let her adjust to me, but she locked her legs around my waist, urging me on.
    Even at a slow pace, she felt so fucking good that I groaned against her chest. The easier I tried to go, the more she encouraged me by thrusting her own hips up to meet mine.
    “I’m okay,” she said in my ear. “It doesn’t hurt anymore. Let yourself go.”
    My body responded in an instant, sinking balls deep into her. We became a tangle of sweating, groaning bodies. I wanted it to go on forever. I could’ve slowed and stopped enough to make it last an hour, but when I felt Joss getting ready to come, I couldn’t deny her.
    “Carson,” she cried, her nails embedded in my back. “God, don’t stop.”
    I hooked an arm beneath one of her thighs and fucked her hard, and her pussy clenched around my cock as she came, her moans of satisfaction sending me over the edge right behind her.
    We curled ourselves around each other silently, her stroking my back and me holding her close for fear this feeling would stop. I’d opened up to her and knew she’d done the same for me. For the first time in my life, sex had been more emotional than physical for me. I said another silent prayer that this was the first of many more times for me and Joss.

A SOFT BRUSHING sensation on my arm brought me out of the deep sleep I was in. Carson was running his fingertips over my skin.
    “Time to get up,” he said softly.
    I groaned in protest. My body was sated and exhausted. It wanted to stay right here, wrapped around Carson.
    But a glance at the clock on my nightstand told me I had to get up. “I just need to brush my teeth and fix my hair,” I said.
    “Want me to make coffee?”
    “Will you drink some too?”
    He shook his head. “I’m gonna go home and crash. I’ll make some for you, though.”
    “Thanks, but I’ll get some at the hospital.”
    I got up from the bed and reached for the robe on the chair next to my bed, slipping into it as soon as I was out of bed. Then I headed for the bathroom but stopped halfway across the room. When I turned to say something to Carson, he was standing next to the bed, searching for his boxers. He was absolute perfection—all long lines and muscles.
    “I’m not sure if thank you is the right thing to say, but last night and this morning were just amazing for me,” I said.
    “Me too.” He slid into his boxers and jeans, approaching me once he was dressed. “I want to see you again, Joss. As soon as possible.”
    “Maybe we can compare schedules and I can take some nights off when you’re off. Soon.”
    “Yeah, that sounds good,” he said. “And maybe a lunch date tomorrow?”
    I nodded, reaching up to comb my hands through my tangled hair. My robe came open, and Carson slid his hands around my waist.
    “If you touch me, I’m gonna be late,” I said reluctantly. “I’ll shove you back onto the bed and ride you for the next half hour.”
    “Damn, woman. Is that supposed to make me stop?” His hands had moved to my ass, which he squeezed so tightly I moaned. I wanted more of him. Those few hours hadn’t begun to satisfy the appetite I had for him.
    “I’d so love to stay in bed with you all day,” I said.
    He let go of my ass and kissed my forehead. “Soon.”
    I rushed to the bathroom and cleaned myself up. Carson was waiting in the kitchen when I finished, and we walked out to his truck.
    The drive back to the hospital almost felt more intimate than the sex had. He linked his fingers loosely in mine and drove with his other hand on the wheel. We talked about the day ahead and our plans for lunch the next day. And when he dropped me off, he opened my door and helped me out of the truck, sending me off with a tender kiss.
    “See you soon,” he said. “Text me later if you want.”
    “I will.” I waved before