Chapter Sixty-seven Estera Roberts’ POV (Present Time)

I felt him start to penetrate me -- inch by inch. His broad tip, stretching my vagina walls to accommodate him -- it was mind-blowing! And he wasn't gentle. He fucked me exactly like someone who had waited three damn years to do it. I held on to him for my dear life. I could barely draw air into my lungs. He was plundering my mouth at the same time he was pumping into me. I couldn't think straight. The pleasure melted my brain cells.
Dinner with him felt a little strange, we were both quiet all through and our gazes met a couple of times. His eyes were dark and intense. I wanted to do the dishes but he asked me to leave them. I went up the stairs, leaving him in the living room. Much later, I heard the door to my room open, and he came to slip under the covers with me. When he pressed against my back, I found he was naked. And he wrapped his arms against my front, cupping my full breast as he drew me tightly to his chest.
"I enjoyed being inside you, Roberts. I enjoyed it a great deal," he whispered and then moaned against my ear.
"I enjoyed it too," I whispered back.
"Roberts?"
"Yes."
"I want to do that every day as long as you want me to," he said, drawing the lobe of my ear into his mouth. He suckled it. I shut my eyes and breathed through parted lips. Cole was an expert in seduction. And I enjoyed the way he finds ways to bring me pleasure. He gently stroked my nipples and I felt him slip his folded knee in between my legs, I parted them for him. His warm, throbbing erection brushed my vulva and I bit down my lower lip to stop from moaning.
"I have so many things to tell you, Cole--"
"Do me a favor, please, while we are here, let's both leave whatever is bound to tear us apart in the States. And enjoy this near paradise experience. When we go back, tell me then. Maybe I will want to be logical and have my faculties function properly. But right now, Roberts, I just want to live this dream with you, reveling in the desire I had held back for so long. Could you do that for me, please?" I turned in his arms, my eyes blurred with tears. "Just give me this few months with you, please, Roberts," he said. I reached up to cup his jaw and kissed him. He parted my legs, made me lay on my back and thrust into me. I gasped into his mouth as he began to move inside me, entwining our fingers, he dug deeper into me, kissing me slowly but fervently. It felt good; it felt more than good -- it was ecstasy. Perhaps this was what I needed, after all, a year and half of mindblowing sex, unending work, living in the moment, and the two of pretending as if we weren't courting heartbreak.
I found out the following day, that when Cole said it was a ‘work-till-you-drop’ situation, he wasn’t joking. Most of the cases brought to us were heartbreaking. I was right in my element and did everything I could for each one of my patients. It was especially relaxing to go back to the villa with Cole after the closing of work which was often late. He was a chronic workaholic and it did great for the locals. Despite the fact that a certain number of patients were scheduled for heart and kidney transplants, fibroid evacuation, tumor removal, etcetera, Cole would still find time to work on emergencies. He was a great doctor and I strived to be just like him.
We were informed that Doctor Sean Brown, the English, diagnostic doctor who was supposed to join us would be arriving three days after our arrival, giving Cole and I ample time of solitude to get acclimated. We spent the day working our butts off, and the night getting even more acquainted.
On our second night, after dinner, we sat in the living room cuddled up and talking about random things then he mentioned setting up a reminder to call his dad. I was lying against his side with my face resting on his chest. I raised my head and peered into his eyes, he arched an eyebrow at me. I gave him a warm smile.
“This is the first time, I've heard you mention your dad—”
“I rarely discuss my family with colleagues…”
“So, that’s what I am? Just a colleague? I thought we were friends—” I teased. He gave me a lazy smile and raised a hand to pull my nose, holding on to it to tilt my face up, then he edged lower to press his lips against mine.
“We both know you have been more than a colleague for a long time now—”
“Oh, gee… thanks,” I said with faked gusto, causing him to chuckle.
“I know you are from the south, do your parents still live in the town where you grow up?”
“Yes, my parents still do, since my mum has gotten a permanent space at a graveyard in Brentwood, Nashville. My dad refused to move,” he said.
“Your mum…”
“Yes, she is dead. Died of undiagnosed primary intracranial neoplasm—”
“Which?”
“Glioblastoma—”
“I am so sorry, Cole, that must have been hard on you and your dad—”
“Oh, it was. I was fifteen. One of the reasons I became a surgeon. If they had someone like me and you back then, she would have made it.”
“I can only imagine,” I said, reaching up to cup his face.
“It’s okay, Roberts, it was a long time ago. I heard we have that in common, only I am lucky to still have one parent at least—” he said holding my gaze. I gave him a sad smile.
“It’s not something you get over. One just learns to live with it— I was lucky to have my aunt and an uncle. My aunt was my mother’s twin and they look so much alike. It kind of helped me to cope back then,” I said.
“Mmm … I didn’t know there was an aunt and an uncle—”
“You sound like you know everything about me!” I laughed.
“I know the basic info on your public record,” he replied with a sheepish smile. “It was my job to evaluate you. I had to know everything to be certain I want you working with me—”
“Bullshit!” I exclaimed. He chuckled.
“What would you like to hear, Roberts, you already know I was interested in you,” he said.
“Exactly! I thought I was getting the stalker vibe—” I teased. He laughed.
“Do I need to stalk you though? When I have you exactly where I want?” he said with a mysterious gaze as he pressed his lips to mine again.
“You are lucky you are hot. This would not be so cute if you were a bald-headed old dude,” I said. He laughed, throwing his head back.
“Man, I am going to enjoy having you all to myself,” he whispered against my lips and then added, “Tell me about your aunt, was she very nice to you?”
“She was the best. Treated me like I was hers. She lives in Texas—” I said, avoiding telling him where exactly.
“Cool, maybe one of these days we can take a trip back home to visit them both.”
“Maybe—” I said, smiling at him. “So, your dad never visits?”
“He doesn’t need to actually, I always make sure I visit him during the holidays. I try not to miss all the important holidays.”
“Ah-ha! So, that was where you always disappeared to?! I thought maybe you had a secret family you didn’t want us all to know about,” I said. He chuckled as he drew my lower lip into his mouth with his teeth.
“Were you jealous?”
“I plead the fifth!” I replied. He laughed.