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“Come with me, Grace,” I ground out as I tried to hold back and wait for her. I thrust in again, and then she was there. Her body arched and gripped me hard, launching me off the precipice with her.
I yelled out as my dick exploded in pleasure, pumping in and out to draw out all the sensation. We moved together in perfection until completely sated, and I collapsed on her. To keep from crushing her, I shifted my body to the side, but I held her close, spooned around her.
I hadn’t caught my breath yet, so I just held her, wondering what had changed. Grace had changed, I decided. Not once did she hesitate or protest my touching her. She’d let go of her worry about being my therapist and gave herself to me. Now she was with me as an equal. As two people with a strong connection. I hoped to hell it would last, and that she wouldn’t leave here and second-guess her actions because like I’d told her the night before, it felt like there was something between us. Right now, it would kill me if she had regrets.
I’d had a girlfriend in high school, but once I left for the military, and since I’d come home, I’d given up on the idea of having a relationship. I was too screwed up for any woman to want for the long run. Some women might put up with me for the status or money, but I didn’t want that. I wouldn’t say I was a romantic, but I didn’t want to be with a woman who simply wanted my money. I wanted to be wanted for me, too. But since I wasn’t right in the head, it didn’t seem like that was an option. Until now. Until Grace.
I couldn’t say for sure what Grace was thinking, but it felt like in this moment, she was with me and that there was something between us. Was it love? I had no fucking clue. But it was more than lust, that I was sure of.
“Tell me you’re okay with this,” I said, holding my breath as I waited for her answer.
She turned her shoulders and head so she could look up at me from our spooned position. “I’m okay with this.”
I looked her in the eyes to make sure she was telling me the truth. “No regrets? No, ‘I can’t do this because I was your therapist’ guilt?”
She shook her head. “No. You were right. There’s something here, and I’m tired of trying to deny it. I did a lot of thinking over the weekend and realized I’ve been living in a tunnel. A tunnel of my own making, but it’s been keeping me from fully living.”
“How insightful, Doc.”
She shrugged. “I was so focused on getting where I am, that once I got there, I forgot about other aspects of my life. I’m not even sure I’m happy at where I arrived.”
I frowned. “You’re not happy?”
“I’m happy here, with you,” she said, taking my hand that had been rubbing her arm and kissing it. “I meant in my career. I’m not sure it’s what I want to be doing.”
“You were pretty worried about losing it by being with me.”
“I don’t want to lose my license or to get in trouble. If I decide to do something different, I might still need it. Plus, I earned it.”
“You did,” I agreed. “You’re a good therapist.”
She quirked a brow.
I grinned. “You never flinched despite all the bullshit I gave you.”
“Most of therapy is about dealing with bullshit.”
“I suppose it is.” I kissed her shoulder. “So, what you do want to do instead?”
She shook her head and sighed. “I’m not sure. I like knowing I help people. I enjoy helping them get what they need, like getting you to the veteran’s group and yoga.”
“By the way, we need to test out your flexibility someday.”
“You should check out the Kama Sutra then. That has a lot of crazy positions.”
My dick twitched at the mention of the sex manual. “You’ve read the Kama Sutra?”
“Just because I never did the deed, doesn’t mean I didn’t learn about it.” She waggled her eyebrows.
“Did you read about blow jobs too, because you do that like a pro.”
“Porn.”
I let out a laugh, loving how open and honest she was with me. That was as much a gift as her giving me her virginity. I didn’t feel worth it, and I prayed that I never did anything to betray it.
“Seriously, Grace. Someday, we’ll do this over and over in a bed.”
She smiled. “I look forward to that.”
As far as I was concerned, we’d start tonight. I’d have taken her home to start now, except I had work I needed to get done and a group to attend.
“I want to see you later, tonight,” I said.
