Hot Docs On Call: His Christmas Wish

“That sounds…fun. Maybe you should have tried your hand at that instead of pulling me onstage with you.”

He swallowed. Was she saying…?

“I want you, McKenzie. I haven’t pushed because I know you still have a lot of mixed emotions about being with me, but when you’re ready I want to make love to you. I’ve made no pretense about that.”

“Sex. You want to have sex with me,” she corrected, resting her forehead against his chin. “I’ll let you know when I’m ready.”

Lance’s heart beat like a drum against his rib cage. “I’ll be waiting.”

“Don’t hold your breath.”

“I’d rather hold yours.”

That had her looking up.

“Kiss me, McKenzie.”

“Here? Now? On the dance floor? Around our coworkers? Are you crazy?”

He glanced around the dim room. The dance floor was crowded with couples, some of them stealing kisses. There were some single women who were dancing in a circle off to one side of the dance floor. One of the admin girls currently had the microphone and was belting out a tune. No one was paying them any attention.

McKenzie’s gaze followed his, no doubt drawing the same conclusions, but she shook her head anyway. “No. I’m not one of those girls who is into public displays of affection.”

“You kissed me in front of Bev’s Beauty Boutique.”

“That was different.”

“How was that different? Other than it being in broad daylight and in the middle of the square with half the town in the near vicinity?”

“I can’t explain how that was different, but it was.” Her lower lip disappeared between her teeth. “Don’t push me on this, please.”

He sighed. “It would probably have been a bad idea for you to kiss me here, anyway.”

“Why is that?”

Did she really not know how much she affected him? How much he was having to fight sweeping her up into his arms and carrying her out of the ballroom and straight to the first private place he could find where he could run his fingers beneath her sparkly green dress?

“I think I’ve already mentioned how much I want you and the effect you have on me.”

“But… Oh.” Her eyes widened as she moved against him.

“Yeah. Oh.”

To his surprise, her body relaxed and he’d swear the noise that came out of her mouth was a giggle. Not that McKenzie seemed the giggling type, but that’s what the sound had most resembled.

Regardless, her arms relaxed around his neck and just to prove how ornery she was and to his total surprise her lips met his in a soft kiss that only lasted a few seconds but took his breath and made his knees weak.

“There,” she taunted. “I kissed you in public.”

“Not sure what made you change your mind, but thank you.” He studied her expression and he’d swear there was a mischievous glint in her eyes. “I think. Because if I didn’t know better I’d think you were trying to set me up for embarrassment.”

There was the sound again. Definitely a giggle. “Would I do that after our conversation, with you pointing out the obvious differences in the way our bodies react?”

A grin tugged at his lips. “Yeah, you would.”

Her eyes sparkled. “Did it work?”

He pulled her close and let her feel for herself that his body was indeed reacting to her, making him uncomfortable in the process. Then again, he’d left her front porch this way every night the past week.

She tilted her face toward him. “I think it did.”

“You think?” He shook his head, then stroked his finger across her cheek.

He held her close until the slow dance ended then they moved to a couple of fast songs. Despite what she’d said, McKenzie could dance. She could definitely sing too if she wouldn’t let her own self-doubt get in the way.

Laughing, McKenzie fell into his arms. “Hey, Lance?”

“Hmm?” he asked, kissing the top of her head just because he could, because it felt right and wonderful.

“I’m ready.”

“Already?” He’d figured they’d be one of the last to leave, not one of the first. Still, if she was done partying, he’d take her home. Then he met her gaze and what she meant glittered brightly in her emerald eyes. “Really?”

She nodded. “Let’s get our coats, please.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Such good manners,” she praised.

Lance grinned. “Just wait until I show you what else I’m good at.”

CHAPTER NINE

YES, IT HAD been a while since she’d had sex, but McKenzie wasn’t a virgin. She enjoyed sex, was athletic enough to have good stamina and a good healthy drive so she felt she was decent in the sack. So why was she suddenly so nervous?

Because she’d essentially agreed to have sex with Lance.

With Lance!

Wasn’t that what the dress, the hair and makeup, the sexy undies had all been about? Leading up to his taking them off her, kissing her body, running his fingers though her hair, making her sweat from the intensity of their coming together?

Sex with Lance.

Lance, who did everything perfectly.

He looked perfect.

Danced perfectly.

Doctored perfectly.

Made love perfectly?

That was the question.

She gulped and had to fight to keep her eyes on the road and off the man driving his car toward her house. He hadn’t looked at her and seemed to have no desire to make small talk, which she appreciated. He was as lost in his thoughts as she was.

What was he thinking?

About sex? With her?

Sometimes she wondered why he even bothered. He’d been asking her out for weeks before she’d agreed to go to the Christmas show at the community center. Why hadn’t he just moved on to someone else who was more agreeable?

Ha. She was agreeable tonight. She was practically throwing herself at him.

When he’d realized what she’d meant, he’d taken her hand and, with a determined gleam in his eyes, had made a beeline for their coats, not stopping to chat with any of their coworkers and friends as they’d left.

She took a deep breath.

Lance asked, “Second thoughts?”

She glanced toward him. “No, but I feel like a teenager sneaking off from a high school dance to mess around.”

He wasn’t looking at her, but she’d swear Lance’s face paled, that his grip on the steering wheel tightened to the point his skin stretched white over his knuckles.

When he didn’t comment, she asked, “You?”

“No regrets, but we don’t have to do this if you’re not sure.”

“I’m sure.” He still looked way tenser than she felt a man on his way to getting what he’d been supposedly wanting for weeks should look. Which made her uneasy. Maybe they were talking too much and not having enough action.

Maybe she was boring him with all her conversation.

They were still another ten minutes from her house. What were they supposed to do during the drive?

Then again, she wasn’t the one driving so the possibilities were only limited by her imagination.

She’d always had a good imagination. A vivid imagination.

She wiggled in the seat, enjoying the car’s seat warmers. “Nice seaters you’ve got here.”

His gaze flicked her way. “Seaters?”

“Seat heaters. Yours are awesome.” Seat belt still in place, she twisted as best she could toward him and wiggled her hips. “I’m feeling all toasty warm.”

He kept his eyes on the road, but his throat worked and his fingers flexed along the steering wheel. “Things getting hot down there?”

Yes, this was much better than their terse silence. This was fun. As fun as she wanted to make it.

As fun as she could imagine it.

With Lance her imagination was working overtime.

Odd because even though the thought of sex with him made her nervous, she felt no hesitation in unbuttoning her coat and slipping her arms free, and running her palms down her waist, hips, thighs, letting her fingers tease her skirt hem.

“Maybe. Give me your hand and I’ll let you check for yourself.”

“McKenzie.” Her name came out as half plea, half groan. “I need to concentrate on the road. I don’t want to wreck.”

“You won’t. I only need one hand. You keep your eyes on the road and your other hand on the steering wheel. No worries. I’ll take good care of you.”

“You think I can touch your body and not look?” His voice sounded strained.

She liked it that his voice sounded strained, that what she was doing was having a profound effect on him. “Can’t you?”

“I’m not sure.” He sounded as if he really wasn’t.

Which made McKenzie giddy inside. He wanted her. Really wanted her. She knew this, but seeing the reality of his desire was something more, was the cherry on top.

“Let’s find out.” She reached for him and he let her pull his right hand to her thigh. “See, I have faith in your ability to let your fingers have some fun. You’ve got this.”

“Fun? Is that what you call between your legs?”

Excited from how much she could see he wanted her, she reached her free hand out and ran her fingers over his fly. “It had better be what I’m calling between your legs by morning.”

“McKenzie.” This time her name was a tortured croak.

She smiled, liking the hard fullness she brushed her fingertips over. That was going to be hers before the sun came up. Oh, yeah. He really was perfect.

“You’re testing my willpower,” he ground out through gritted teeth when her fingers lingered, exploring what she’d found and become fascinated by.

That made two of them. Her willpower was in a shambles. How she’d gone from teasing to totally turned on she wasn’t sure, but she had. So much so that she wiggled against the seat again, causing his hand to shift on her thigh and make goose bumps on her skin.

“I have no doubt that you’ve never failed a test.” She placed her free hand over his and guided him beneath the hem of her dress.

“There’s always a first.”

“Not this time,” she told him, gliding his hand between her thighs to where she blazed hotly, and not from the car’s seat warmers.

“You sure about that?”

“Positive,” she assured him, “because if you lose your willpower we have to stop, and where’s the fun in that?”

“Fun being where my fingers are?”

“Exactly.” She shifted, bringing him into full contact with those itty-bitty panties she’d put on earlier.

“If I get pulled over for speeding to get us home quicker?”

She squeezed her buttocks together in a Kegel, pressing against his fingers. “Not sure how you’d explain to the officer why you were going so fast.”

“I’d tell him to look in my passenger seat and he’d understand just fine.”

For all his talk, the speedometer stayed at the speed limit, which she kind of liked. Safety mattered. Even when your passenger was seducing you. That he wasn’t gunning the engine of the sports car surprised her, though. She’d have bet money he’d be a speed demon behind the wheel, but she couldn’t think of a time she’d been in his car when he’d been going too fast or pulling any careless stunts.

His thumb brushed lightly over her pubic bone and she moaned, forgetting all about safety.

She gripped his thigh and squeezed. “That feels good.”

“I couldn’t tell.”

He didn’t have to look at her for her to know he was smiling, pleased with her body’s reaction to his touch. She heard his pleasure in his voice, felt it in the way his fingers toyed over the barely-there satin material.

“Might be time to turn that seater off since you’re already steamy down there.”

She tilted her hips toward his touch. “Might be, but I’m sure I could get hotter.”

“You think?”

“I’m hoping.”

He slowed the car and turned into her street. “Thank God we’re almost there.”

“Not even close,” she teased. “But if you move those fingers just so, maybe.”

“McKenzie.” Her name was torn from deep within him. “You’re killing me.”

His fingers said otherwise. His fingers were little adventurers, exploring uncharted territory, staking claims in the wake of his touch.

She closed her eyes, holding on to his thigh, spreading her legs to give him better access. Gentle back-and-forth movements created cataclysmic earthquakes throughout her body.

Yearnings to rip off her clothes hit her. To rip off his clothes, right then, in the car, to give him free access to touch with no material in the way.

Why couldn’t she?

Why couldn’t she take her panties off?

That wasn’t something she’d ever done before, but she was an adult, a responsible one usually. If she wanted to suddenly go commando, she could do that, right?

She hiked her dress up around her thighs, looped her fingers through the tiny straps of her thong and wiggled them down her legs. She probably looked ridiculous raised up off the seat to remove them, but who cared?

His eyes were on the road and now there was nothing to keep him from touching her. Not her panties, but her, as in skin to skin. She needed that. His skin against hers. His touch on her aching flesh.

“If I were a stronger man, I’d make you wait until we’re at least in your driveway before I touched you for real,” he warned.

“Good thing you’re not a stronger man,” she replied as his fingers slid home. “Very good thing.”

His touch was light, just gentle strokes teasing her.

“This isn’t fair,” he complained.

“Life isn’t fair. Get over it.”

He laughed. “No sympathy from you.”

“Hey, you’ve been trying to get in my pants for weeks now. Why would I feel sympathetic toward you when you’re getting what you want?”

“I want more than to get into your pants, McKenzie. I want a relationship with you.”

“Here’s a news flash for you—if you’re in my pants, you’re in a relationship with me.”

“For thirty days or less?” he asked.

“I’m not putting a time limit on our relationship. Move your fingers faster.”

“Not until you promise you’ll give me two months.”

Two months? Why two months?

“This isn’t as business negotiation.”

“True,” he agreed. “But if you want my fingers to do more than skim the surface, you’ll give me your word. I want two months. Not a day less. Not a day more.”

She moved against him, trying to get the friction she craved. “Two months?”

“Two months.”

Ugh. He was pushing for more than she usually gave. It figured. Then again, what was two months in the grand scheme of life?

“I don’t have to agree to this to get what I want. It’s not as if you’re going to turn down what I’m offering.”

He chuckled. “Confident, aren’t you?”

“Of that? Yes, you’re a man.”

“I won’t be used for sex, McKenzie.”

“Isn’t that usually the woman’s line?”

“These are modern times and you’re a modern woman.”

She arched further against his hand. “Not that modern.”

“Two months?” He teased her most sensitive area with the slightest flick of his finger.

“Fine,” she sighed, moving against his fingers. “You can have two months, but I won’t promise a day more.”

He turned into her driveway, amazing since she hadn’t even realized they were that close to her house. Hadn’t even recalled that they were in her street or even on the planet, for that matter. All that existed was the two of them inside his car.

He killed the engine, turned toward her, and moved her thighs apart, touching where she ached.

“I knew you could find it if you tried hard enough,” she teased breathlessly.

“Oh, I’m definitely hard enough.”

She reached out and touched him again. He was right. He definitely was.

Lance leaned toward her, taking her mouth as his fingers worked magic. Sparkles and rainbows and shooting-stars magic.

Her inner thighs clenched. Her eyes squeezed tight then opened wide.

Her body melted in all the right places in a powerful orgasmic wave that turned her body inside out. Or it felt like it at any rate.

Sucking in much-needed oxygen, she met his smug gaze.

Two months might not be nearly enough time if that was a preview of the main event.

Bodies tangled, Lance and McKenzie tossed a half dozen pillows off her bed and onto the floor with their free hands. A trail of clothes marked their path from the front door to her bed. His. Hers.

“I want you, McKenzie,” he breathed, his hand at the base of her neck as his mouth took hers again. Long and hard, he kissed her.

McKenzie was positive she’d never been kissed so possessively, never been kissed so completely.

Even when his mouth lifted from hers, she didn’t answer him verbally. She wasn’t sure her vocal cords would even work if she tried.

Her hands worked, though. As did her lips. She touched Lance and kissed him, exploring the strong lines of his neck, his shoulders, his chest.

“So beautiful.”

Had she said that or had he? She wasn’t sure.

His hands were on her breasts, cupping her bottom, everywhere, and yet not nearly all the places she wanted to be touched.

“More,” she cried, desperation filling her when it was him she wanted, him she needed. “Please. Now, Lance. I want you now.”

Maybe her desperation was evident in her tone or maybe he was just as desperate because he pushed her back onto the bed, put on the condom he’d tossed onto the nightstand when they’d first entered the room, then crawled above her.

With his knee he spread her legs, positioned himself above her. “You’re sure?”

What was he waiting for?

She arched her hips, taking him inside, then moaned at the sweet stretching pleasure.

That was what she had been wanting for a very long time.

Breathing hard, Lance fell back against the bed.

She’d been amazing.

Beautiful, fun, witty, sexy, actively participating in their mating, urging him on, telling him what she wanted, what she needed. Showing him.

The chemistry between them was unparalleled. Never had he experienced anything like what they’d just shared.

“That. Was. Amazing.”

He grinned at her punctuated words. “My thoughts exactly.”

He turned onto his side and stared at her. “You are amazing.”

“Ha. Wasn’t me.”

“I think it was.”

“Right. I assure you that I’ve been there every time I’ve had sex in the past and it’s never been like that so it must be you who is amazing.”

His insides warmed at her admission. “For the record, it’s never been like that for me either.”

Her expression pinched and she scooted up on a pillow. Shaking her head, she went for the sheet that was bunched up at the foot of the bed. When she’d covered her beautiful body, she turned to him.

“I don’t really think I need to say this, not with a man like you, but I’m going to, just in case. I don’t want there to be any confusion.”

He knew from her words, her tone what she was going to say. He was glad. He felt the same, but hearing the reminder was good and perhaps needed.

“Despite your amazing orgasm-giving ability, I’m not looking for a long-term relationship.”

“Me, either,” he assured her, trying not to let his ego get too big at her praise.

“I guess that’s crude of me, to talk about the end when we’re still in bed and I feel wonderful. But we work together so we need to be clear about the boundaries of our relationship so work doesn’t become messy.”

The thought of ending things with her, not being able to touch her, kiss her, make love to her and experience what they’d just shared, because it might make things messy, wasn’t a pleasant thought, but it should be.

He didn’t want marriage or kids, didn’t want that responsibility, that weight on his heart, that replacing of Shelby. He’d made a vow to his first love. He owed Shelby his heart and more. McKenzie was right to remind them both of the guidelines they’d agreed to. Setting an end date and clear boundaries was a smart move.

Two months for them to enjoy each other’s bodies, then move on with their lives. Him with his main focus being his career and charity work in memory of Shelby. McKenzie with her career and her running and whatever else filled her life with joy.

Two months and they’d call it quits. That sounded just right to him.

Staring at the oh-so-hot naked man in her bed, McKenzie hugged the sheet tighter to her.

Please agree with me, she silently pleaded.

She’d just had the best sex of her life and couldn’t fathom the idea of not repeating the magic she’d just experienced.

But she would do just that if he didn’t agree.

Already she was risking too much. That’s why she usually ended her relationships after a month, because she didn’t want pesky emotional attachments that might lead her down the paths her parents had taken. She didn’t want a future that held multiple marriages and multiple divorces like her father. Neither did she want the whiny, miserable, man-needing life her mother led.

Bachelorettehood was the life for her, all the way.

Hearing Lance agree that they’d end things in two months was important, necessary for them to carry on. She simply wouldn’t risk anything longer. Already she was giving him double the time she usually spent with a man.

He deserved double time.

Triple time.

Forever.

No, not forever. She didn’t do forever. Two months, then adios, even if he was an orgasm-giving god.

“Promise me,” she urged, desperately needing the words.

“Two months sounds perfect.”

Relief flooded her, because she hadn’t wanted to tell him to leave. For two months she didn’t have to.

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