Have a Little Faith in Me Page 2

  “When’s your shift over?”

  “Not until seven.”

  Damn, that was at least five hours away. “Fine, meet me after work.”

  “Doc—”

  “Darius. My name is Darius.”

  “Darius, I can’t.”

  His cock jerked and he groaned as his name rolled off red lips swollen from his kiss.

  “Yes you can. You will. I’m not letting you go until you agree to meet me…for breakfast…at my house.”

  “Your house,” she cried. “Doc—”

  “Andreana,” he spoke in a stern tone. “Don’t push me, honey. What’s my name?”

  “Darius, be reasonable. We’ll both be fired.”

  “No we won’t. No one but us will know.” He released her and moved to the desk, quickly scribbling his address on a yellow Post-It note. Taking her hand, he placed the paper in her palm and folded her fingers around it. “Come to my house after your shift.”

  Eagerness, reluctance and fear crossed her delicate features, but he knew if he got her to agree she wouldn’t break her word. “Andreana,” he growled. “Say yes, I’ll meet you, Darius.”

  “I won’t be your dirty little secret. I don’t—”

  “Ah, ah, ah. Wrong answer. Let’s try again. Yes, I’ll meet you, Darius.”

  Her lips parted, quivered, closed again. He wanted to shout in triumph when her expression changed, resolve filling her eyes.

  “Okay. Yes, I’ll meet you…Darius.” She rose up on her toes, placed a chaste kiss on his cheek and headed for the door, pausing on her way out to smile back at him over her shoulder. “See ya later, Doc.”

  The door closed on his curse, which turned to amusement as he heard her tinkling laughter trailing behind her down the hallway.

  Chapter Two

  Andi looked into the rearview mirror and glared at the beautiful blonde apparition sitting in the backseat of her car. “Why now? I haven’t heard from you in years, Danu.”

  “Why ask questions you already have the answer to?” she shot back.

  “I must be crazy,” Andi complained. “Letting a figment of my imagination talk me into doing something that will get me fired.”

  “I understand your fears, Andreana, but would you not make even greater sacrifices to help him?”

  Damn mind-reading pain in the ass.

  Andi would subject herself to fates worse than giving up the joy of working with children for Dr. Raines…Darius. God, just thinking about him made her toes curl. And that lip lock…whew! Her vivid imagination hadn’t done him justice.

  “He needs you. The lives of future generations are depending on you, Hussy.”

  “Oh great. Heap on some more stress, why don’t ya.” She sighed heavily. “So what do I have to do?”

  Andi met Danu’s bright smile with a grumble. “Don’t give me any of that crap about following my heart either. I need some solid guidance here, Danu.”

  “Your task is simple. Keep Darius Raines from going back to the hospital before sunset tomorrow.”

  “Simple,” she scoffed. “Yeah, simple. How the hell am I supposed to keep a man who is bigger and stronger than me from doing something? He’s a surgeon, for crying out loud. I checked the schedule. He goes on call in the morning. If the hospital needs him, he has to go.”

  “You will think of something, Andreana. After all, you’re a Hussy.”

  She glared at Danu in the mirror while waiting for the red light to change and the woman faded away. “Great, thanks. You were a wealth of help.”

  A startled gasp drew her attention to the car next to hers, the driver gaping at her. “What? Never seen anyone talk to themselves before?”

  The light turned green and the woman sped off. “Fuck, they’re gonna lock me up in the loony bin for sure if I keep talking to imaginary friends and freaking people out. Won’t be able to help anybody when that happens.”

  Andi gasped, startled as Danu’s spectral voice filled the car. She clutched at the spot where her heart pounded against her ribs.

  “Be strong. Complete your mission. Fulfill your destiny as a Hussy and you will be rewarded beyond your wildest dreams.”

  “I won’t be able to do a damn thing if you give me a freakin’ heart attack. Jesus! How about not sneaking up on me next time?”

  Behind her, a horn honked and Andi looked up in time to watch the light turn red again. “Oh great,” she muttered, and waved to the person behind her. “Sorry!”

  Okay, pull yourself together, Andi. Think!

  Since it was early spring the sun would not set until almost seven o’clock tomorrow night. She glanced at the dashboard to see the time and did a quick calculation. Just over thirty-five hours. How would she keep him distracted for so long?

  Remembering the feel of his body pressing her into the door, she wondered if it was actually possible to fuck someone senseless. The idea brought numerous fantasies to mind—all starring her favorite hunky doc. “Wouldn’t be any hardship, that’s for sure.”

  When the light changed, she drove to his middle-class family neighborhood. Kids gathered on one corner to wait for the school bus. Adults walked dogs, pushed strollers and collected the newspaper from green lawns.

  She watched the house numbers for the address the doc had written down, and stopped in front of a modest ranch-style house with an average sedan parked in the driveway. Andi scratched her head and figured she must be on the wrong street. Every doctor she knew drove exotic cars and lived in big, expensive homes.

  Prepared to pull away, she felt her jaw drop when the door opened. Dr. Raines stepped outside, cup of coffee in hand, and waved to a neighbor. As he bent to pick up the newspaper their eyes met. With the most devastating smile stretching across his sexy lips, he headed toward her car.

  A legion of butterflies started salsa dancing in her belly. “Oh crap. He’s perfect…and you’re screwed.” Raise the white flag and toss in the towel. Like it or not, Darius Raines owned her heart.

  He stopped at her door, bent down and arched his brow. “Plan on sitting in your car all day or would you like to come inside?”

  Before she had the chance to work up a protest, he opened the car door and extended a hand. She reacted without thought, placing her trembling hand in his. Andi’s mind failed to function as he drew her in close. She melted under the heat of his dark gaze and welcoming smile. “I’m so glad you decided to come.”

  She almost did, come that is, right there in his front yard with all the neighbors watching. As his head lowered she took a deep breath of his clean, fresh-out-of-the-shower scent and parted her lips for his kiss. His tongue plunged, twining around hers, filling her mouth with the taste of coffee and his own unique flavor.

  The world tilted on its axis. Andi grabbed hold of his thick biceps and held on tight. They were both panting by the time he pulled back and stared at her intently.

  “Get inside, Andreana…now. Before I no longer care who is watching and take you right here on the hood of your car.”

  Rough with urgency, his deep voice got her moving. Fast. Andi raced toward the door, not even slowing when a harsh sound of animalist need rumbled through his chest from behind her. She hurried, pushing through the door without pause. He was on her before she made it past the foyer, a strong arm wrapping around her waist and pulling her in tight.

  Darius felt out of control. All his plans for romantic seduction buckled under the force of his need. To hell with cooking her breakfast, taking his time and slowly working her arousal. The woman did crazy things to his insides.

  Their bodies met and his hard cock pushed between the lush cheeks of her round ass. Her muscles contracted, squeezing him tight. His jaw clenched as he fought against the hunger raging through him, screaming for him to take her. Hard. Against the closest hard surface.

  He forced down the savage need, determined to at least make it to the bedroom where she’d be comfortable. He didn’t take the time to explain or reassure. Grabbing Andreana, he slung her
over his shoulder and charged down the hallway, not stopping until they landed on the mattress.

  “I’ve waited too damn long for this, Andreana. I can’t do slow.”

  Propelled by her own lust, she pulled at his clothes. Darius took her actions as agreement and let go. He had no patience for working Andreana out of her scrubs. Instead he grabbed the material in his fists and tore the scrub top down the center. He offered up praise to the inventor of front-clasping bras when her soft breasts spilled into his waiting hands.

  Any remaining restraint he may have possessed escaped as he took in the erotic contrast of the creamy white globes overflowing his dark brown hands. He brushed his thumbs over her dusky rose areolas, mesmerized as they puckered and plump nipples lifted toward him.

  “So fucking beautiful,” he groaned and buried his face in her cleavage. Her back arched as he drew a pebbled tip between his lips. Darius licked, nibbled and sucked on her succulent flesh, intoxicated by her sweetness.

  They both continued to work at removing the layers of clothing keeping them apart. He tasted each new section of skin he discovered, reveling in her sexy whimpers and moans. She had no choice but surrender as he made his way lower, shouldering her legs apart and diving into the pink folds of her sex. Flattening his tongue, Darius licked from the bottom of her slit to the top. He coaxed her tender flesh open, dipped the tip of his tongue into each niche, tasted everywhere, taking all the cream she gave and demanding more.

  Andreana undulated beneath him, thrusting her hips, fucking his face with her pretty pussy. He slurped, drinking her in as if he’d been dying of thirst…for her. She quenched and intensified his need, taking him to a heightened state of lust beyond anything he’d ever known.

  She keened as he lashed her clit with his tongue. So close. He was dying to make her come. “More, honey. Give me more. Come for me, Andreana.”

  Holding the tiny bundle of nerves gently between his teeth, Darius sucked and flicked his tongue to the beat of her pulse. She grabbed his ears and held him in place, bucking against his mouth as she crested the wave. He swallowed down the juices gushing from her body, humming his approval. When she screamed his name it was music to his ears, making his chest tighten.

  Andi fought to regain control of her breathing, but Darius was relentless, never letting up. He allowed no time for her to recover, attacking her hypersensitive clit with his lips while thrusting two fingers in her spasming pussy. The thin strip of hair outlining his upper lip rasped her tender flesh, creating the most wonderful tingling.

  She begged him to stop, pleaded for him to continue. Her back bowed until only her shoulders and heels touched the mattress.

  His head finally lifted after she came for the third or fourth time, hell she didn’t know. She’d lost count. Andi met his ravenous gaze over the length of her body, his mouth and chin covered with her fluids. “Darius, please. I need you in me.”

  “Say it, honey. What do you need?”

  Feeling wanton and shameless, she gave him the words he wanted to hear. “I need your cock in me.”

  “How do you need it, Andreana?”

  “Hard. Oh God, I need it hard and fast. Please!”

  He crawled over her body, a gruff purring sound rumbling through him, not stopping until the broad tip of his cock rested at her slick entrance. Darius stared into her eyes, once again seeming to see right through to her soul. “Then hard and fast is what you’ll get.”

  Without further delay, he filled her with one smooth thrust until his crown abutted her cervix. At the same time, his tongue plunged into her mouth. Andi didn’t shy away from tasting herself on his kiss. She sucked on his tongue, greedy for him, and tilted her pelvis to sheathe his remaining inch. He slid behind her womb and stretched the small space no other lover had reached.

  He broke off their kiss, muttering curses. She wrapped her legs around his trim hips, crossed her ankles and gave him everything, meeting each thrust, their sweat-slicked skin creating a wet slapping sound. His face hardened with determination and extreme pleasure, until he rested his damp forehead to hers.

  His cock pistoned, fucking her with fluid power like a machine pounding away—steady, tireless and constant. He punctuated each drive with a moan. “Jesus…so hot…tight…wet…good.”

  The base of his cock ground against her clit. Andi undulated as tension coiled in her core, compressed then exploded in a mind-blowing orgasm she felt from the top of her head to the soles of her feet. His cock swelled impossibly bigger, stretching her spasming tissues, his movements becoming jerky. Her body shook and she screamed his name. Seconds later hot blasts of cum bathed her pussy.

  He shuddered and he collapsed over her, pushing her into the mattress. Although she enjoyed the weight of his body against hers, she had to elbow him to move and give her room to breathe.

  Lying on his bed, their damp and sticky bodies tangled, she couldn’t envision anywhere more perfect.

  When her stomach made a loud protest over its empty state, Darius rolled from the bed and she watched the flex and play of his fine ass as he strolled out of the room, returning a short time later with a snack for them to share.

  Chapter Three

  “You look beautiful stretched out naked on my bed, wearing only that sated grin.”

  Something cold plopped on her breast, making her nipple pucker. Andi lifted her head to find him holding a squeeze bottle of chocolate sauce, his face serious as he concentrated, creating intricate designs on her skin.

  “Darius! You’re going to make a mess.”

  “So what,” he shrugged. “We’ll take a shower and change the sheets.”

  Next he used strawberry syrup, the red swirls creating an interesting accent next to the brown. He completed his masterpiece with juicy bits of fruit, feeding her small bites while he worked. When his art was finished, he set the bottles aside and rubbed his hands together.

  “Dessert time.”

  Starting at her right foot, he made his way up one leg and down the other, saving her center for last. Darius licked and sucked, making sexy sounds of appreciation, feeding his voracious hunger until not a drop remained on her skin and she’d orgasmed twice.

  Next on his list was a shower, where she got a bit of revenge. Andi relentlessly teased him with soapy hands. She strummed his nipples to hard points. Extra care was devoted to reawakening his cock and lathering his balls until the bar of soap slipped from her hands. She bent over to get it, and he clasped her hips to hold her still.

  “Don’t move, honey. Stay right there.”

  He slid into her drenched pussy in one easy glide and lifted her torso, fitting his chest to her back. She marveled at how well she fit into the curve of his body and relished the position, which generated incredible friction over her G-spot. Fucking under the warm spray of water as he plucked at her nipples was heaven, but she needed more to come and he didn’t disappoint. As Darius swelled within her, he reached around her hip and settled her clit between two thick fingers, pushing her over the edge.

  After putting fresh sheets on the bed, they made love, slow and tender, then lay in each other’s arms talking for hours on end. She discovered that he had a great sense of humor and his silly jokes had her laughing so hard she cried. They compared stories of childhood antics, college partying and even discussed hospital politics.

  “Tell me about this,” she said and kissed a pale white scar on his thigh.

  Darius chuckled. “My friend had one of those above the ground swimming pools and no diving board. His backyard was small so the pool was close to the house. We got the bright idea to use the roof as a diving platform.”

  Andi gasped. “You’re lucky you didn’t break your neck.”

  “Yup!” He nodded. “Very lucky. After about a dozen successful jumps, I miscalculated. My leg hit the metal edge. Got cut open on a rough seam. Damn pool filled up with blood and my buddy started humming the theme song from Jaws.”

  “Idiots!”

  She moved higher, ki
ssed the firm cheeks of his ass, pausing at another scar on his flank. “And this one?”

  “A patient gave me that one during my rotation at an adult trauma hospital. It was my first day. We got a fourteen-year-old gang banger who’d been shot in the shoulder, superficial wound. Had to cut off his clothes, but I didn’t check for weapons. I was facing his feet, cutting his jeans. The kid got scared and pulled a blade.” He shrugged. “Learned that lesson the hard way.”

  She remembered a conversation when some nurses had spoken about him rather harshly since he never went to any social gatherings, like the E.R. Christmas party, which was a big deal. “What turned you into such a loner?” His body stiffened, but she continued. “There are all kinds of rumors about you flying around the hospital.”

  He clammed up on her after that, not saying much, and instead listening to her talk. At some point in the wee hours of the morning, Darius’ breathing slowed with sleep. Andi’s mind churned, refusing to rest. She paced the bedroom, casting worried glances at his supine form and wondering how the hell she would prevent him from going to the hospital.

  She spied his pager sitting on the nightstand and knew that upon waking the first thing he’d do was check for messages.

  “Aw fuck. How the hell am I supposed to prevent him from going to the hospital short of tying him down?”

  Good idea, Danu’s voice echoed through her mind.

  “Oh thanks. Great advice, Danu. Very helpful.”

  She raked a hand through her hair in frustration. “I can’t do this. There has to be another way.”

  Search your heart, Andreana. Draw on your inner strength. You are much stronger than you believe.

  Andi racked her brain for another way but failed to arrive at any other plausible ideas. Her hands shook as she opened the closet to peruse its contents. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she breathed.

  His expensive wardrobe offered exactly what she needed. Andi gathered several items and moved to the bed, placing a soft kiss at the corner of his mouth.

  “I’m sorry!”