Operation Seduction Page 4

  Challenge? For several seconds he frowned in puzzlement before realization dawned. “Regan, this has nothing to do with a challenge -”

  “Of course it does.” Briskly zipping up her uniform, she swung away on her heel. “You don’t win, Dickie.”

  Win? His libido was running riot and she thought he was worried about the stupid challenge? Moving forward, he growled, “Forget the bloody challenge!”

  “Good idea.” She darted away.

  “Regan!” He started after her, only to swear when the communication systems beeped an incoming call.

  An incoming call could only mean one of several things. There was an emergency somewhere, a callout, or someone else to add onto the patient list. It wasn’t to be ignored.

  By the time he’d taken the call, an addition to drop back into one of the towns on their way back to check on a man with a possible case of cellulitis in his arm, Digby’s inner fire had cooled a bit, and he had enough sense not to pursue Regan. As his father always said, it was better to let angry sheilas simmer down before they bit your head off.

  He could think of one head he’d like Regan to bite, but he doubted it was the same thing his father referred to. Which only tipped his libido into overdrive again. Bloody hell.

  ****

  Lying in bed, Regan sighed. The stupid challenge was over, at least for her. Having Digby around, much less giving her hot looks and suggestive innuendos, was doing her no good. She wanted him.

  There, it was out in the open. She had the hots for the same boy who had broken her heart back when they were both teens. They hadn’t really changed, either – he was still hot stuff and she was still the overweight sheila lusting after him. Only now they were doctor and nurse.

  Rolling over in the bed, she gazed up at the ceiling. It was late, and the ship was on course for the final port of call, the cattle station Wyumba. Then they were going back to pick up Charlotte and Barry. But would it get any better with them aboard?

  Tired, grumpy, and feeling just a little sorry for herself, she got out of bed and headed for the dining cabin, where she downed a glass of juice and hung her head rather pathetically for a few minutes.

  Get a grip . Maybe you can transfer to another ship and avoid having to see Digby again. It was always an option, but one that left her feeling even more bereft.

  Heading back to her cabin, she came to a halt when Digby stepped out from the darkness of his doorway. Standing in front of her wearing only a pair of boxers, his gorgeous body on proud display, made her feel suddenly…small. Overweight. All the insecurities she’d thought long gone rushing back in one foul swoop.

  Sorry,” she mumbled, skirting around him.

  His hand on her arm stopped her. “Regan?”

  Trying to appear calm, she looked up at him.

  His face was partly in shadows in the dim corridor, but she saw his frown. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing.” She tugged at her hand. “Goodnight.”

  “Regan, wait.”

  “What?” Resigned to the fact that he wanted to talk, she folded her arms under her breasts, only to realize belatedly that her thin nightgown wasn’t exactly decent, and her ample cleavage was emphasized by the movement.

  The sharp inhale of his breath was more than audible, and she flushed. “Digby, what do you want?”

  There was silence for several seconds before he said huskily, “You, Regan. I want you.”

  “Don’t bother.” She swallowed the sudden lump in her throat. “Forget the stupid challenge. Just forget it.”

  His hands were now on her upper arms, pulling her closer, and God help her, she wasn’t resisting. The heat from his lean, muscular body was pulling at her senses, and…yes, she wanted him.

  “This has nothing to do with the challenge.” Pulling her against his chest, he gazed down at her. “But it has everything to do with you.”

  She didn’t resist this time, welcoming his kiss, wanting a taste of him. Tired of fighting her attraction, tired of trying to prove a point.

  Face it, you’ll have him in the dark of his cabin, where you can feel him, have him inside you, and then slip away before the lights come on.

  She’d have him in the dark of the night.

  When he turned with her in his arms, still kissing her as he backed her into the dark cabin, she let him. When he stopped at the edge of the bed, the backs of her knees bumping against it, she released a soft breath. And when one big palm cupped her breast, she arched into his touch.

  While the lights were off she was beautiful, could pretend to be the slim woman he normally dated.

  Gentle fingers slid the nightgown from her shoulders, skimming it down her arms and sides, over her rounded hips to drop the material to the floor.

  “You’re naked,” he whispered against her lips. “You feel so soft.”

  “Don’t talk.” Don’t wonder about me. Don’t think. Don’t look.

  Heat flared through her at every expert touch, every sweep of that skilled hand and every soul-shaking kiss from his demanding mouth.

  And he was demanding, she could feel the dominance in him rising up. It was titillating, the way he moved her, laid her back on the bed, and followed her down to take control once more with his mouth. He was naked, having taken off his boxers at some stage, and his hard length pressed hotly between their bodies.

  Reaching up, he touched the lamp on the wall above the bed and a soft light flicked on. The glow made Regan want to die. Just curl up in a ball and disappear into a black hole.

  Digby’s blue eyes were dark, hot with desire, his lips moist from her kisses. Rising up on his arms above her, he made to look down the length of her body, and in a near panic she stopped him by placing her palms on his cheeks.

  “Don’t.”

  “I want to see you.” His gaze was steady. “Let me see you.”

  “No.” She swallowed nervously. “Turn off the light.”

  “I want to see you.” His tone was firm.

  “Then it’s over. Let me up.” Heart pounding, she awaited his reaction.

  For several long seconds he gazed down at her, then in slow, deliberate moves, he caught her wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head. When she started in alarm, he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. Lifting his head, his eyes held a tenderness she would never have thought possible.

  “You’re beautiful, Regan,” he breathed. “And I’m going to love you.”

  Tensed, ready to fight, she was caught by surprise when he dropped his head, his lips gliding teasingly over her own, nipping at her bottom lip before he moved down to her throat, pressing open-mouthed kisses down the length of it. Sucking gently where her pulse beat.

  She would have tried to protest, but his other hand was on her bare breast, massaging the fullness of it before his fingertips played with her nipple, making it peak achingly, tearing a moan from her lips.

  His mouth moved further down, kissing and sucking gently, and then he was there, her nipple captured in his hot mouth. By the time he’d finished moving from one sensitive breast to the other, she was squirming beneath him, desire pooling through her in fiery, wide ribbons that led down to her inner, secret places, plucking and pulling at strings of carnality that had her moaning his name.

  He moved further down, over the gentle rise of her belly, and by the time she realized where he was heading, realized his wide shoulders and lean body were parting her thighs, it was too late to feel embarrassed. His tongue swept long and hard through the folds protecting the entrance to her body, his lips closing over her clitoris and his mouth sucking strongly.

  Almost driving her over the edge. Gasping, moaning, she bent her knees, giving him easier access, and his growl of approval vibrated through the lower half of her body, and almost, she could swear, through the very opening of her vagina as his lips sought the entrance to her body.

  His tongue stabbed in, lapped, and she arched up.

  She didn’t think she could take anymore. Her heart was po
unding, fire scorched through her veins, and the heavy ache in the pit of her womanhood was making her almost mindless.

  “Digby! Digby, please!”

  In an instant he was over her, rising above her body, his gaze rising slowly, hotly over her body, but she was too hot to care, her body throbbing and burning for him.

  He went still above her, his shaft hard, nudging the entrance to her body. “Regan.”

  She looked up at him, into his eyes, and her own widened at the pure carnal desire that swirled in the bright blue depths. Desire and something else…

  Before she could register it, he surged forward powerfully, his shaft pushing through the tight, wet sheath, filling her so full she actually cried out.

  He didn’t stop, didn’t pause. Hips thrusting powerfully, he pushed in and out of her body. Every thrust was so hard she had to grab the bed head to brace herself.

  Braced above her on his hands, his muscular chest shining with a sheen of sweat, Digby pressed down on her with his hips, holding her for his pleasure, pumping in rhythmic pushes.

  Reaching down suddenly, he hooked one arm beneath her knee, lifting it up and out, opening her so much more, and she could only throw her head back and moan as he slammed all the way home inside her, every glorious, hard inch spearing into her.

  Then he stopped. Just stopped.

  Opening her eyes, she whispered, “Why?”

  His gaze was hot, but steady. “You’re beautiful.”

  She would have melted on the spot if her blood hadn’t been surging hotly through her body, and her nerve endings were screaming for release from the delicious sensations bombarding her.

  And then he rolled his hips forcefully, in a slow, mind-shattering roll that had her arching up in pure concupiscence. It obviously had the same effect on him, for when she finally opened her eyes again, his head was up, that strong, square jaw clenched.

  And then he rolled several more times, pressing hard against her, making her feel every inch of him inside her. The muscles in his arm holding her leg flexed, bulged, but he didn’t release her.

  Nails gouging into the wooden bed head, Regan whimpered, and then she reached for him, her breath panting out. “For the love of God, Digby, do me!”

  His smile was unexpected and totally hedonistic. And he obeyed.

  Withdrawing, he slammed into her over and over, the force and strength of his thrusts making her grab onto the bed head once more. She slid further up the bed, the powerful surge of his thighs pushing her up with his thrusts, and only her braced arms kept her from rocking right up the entire length of the bed.

  Even as the fire threatened to engulf her, the heat from the thick shaft inside her inflaming her senses as Digby possessed her, she heard him roar her name, felt him stiffen, and just as she hit the top of that erotic peak, she felt hot seed spurt deep inside her, coating the walls of her sheath and surging deeper.

  It tipped her right over the edge, and she spun out into a glittering world of shattered emotions and burning eroticism.

  Chapter Three

  Propped up on one elbow, Digby watched Regan slowly come down from that peak of desire. He was man enough to admit that having been the one to send her there made him want to puff out his chest with manly pride. He laughed to himself.

  She sighed contentedly, the rise and full of her full breasts catching his eye. With no shame whatsoever, he propped himself up further to look at her.

  Those magnificent breasts were tipped with rosy nipples, rosier and moist from his mouth. Reaching out, he lightly trailed his fingertips down her sternum, enjoying the view, not having to see the bones that were visible under the skin from thinner women.

  It had always been a turn-off to him as an adult, once the first flush of teenage, sex-induced lust had faded into a more mature sexual drive.

  His gaze followed his fingers down her body. Her waist was indented sweetly and he could see the hourglass in the outward swell of her hips. The cluster of brown curls at the apex of her thighs hid the treasures and mysteries that made up part of a woman.

  Her legs were rounded, shapely, plump. Pleasing.

  His gaze lifted to her arms, softly rounded with hidden strength. Her hands were small, capable.

  Gently he wound a lock of silky brown hair around his finger. The luxurious tresses were fragrant, beckoning to his senses to touch and feel, to glory in the silkiness and bury his face in the lushness.

  Just as he already ached to bury himself in Regan’s lush body again. He’d thought that once he had a taste of her he could move past it, but he found her to be almost like a drug to his system. His very gut clenched at the thought of any other bloke lying with her, plunging into her body, tasting the delights he’d just tasted himself.

  No. Regan was his, and bugger what anyone else said.

  Feeling immensely satisfied with his decision, he leaned down to kiss her. Opening her eyes, she flicked one horrified look up at the light on the wall and bolted upright, narrowly missing knocking him senseless. It was only his quick action that made him jerk back.

  “Oh, shit shit shit!” Frantically she reached for the covers bunched under them.

  Flinging one arm across her, Digby dragged her down to lie flush on the bed again, rolling himself atop her and framing her cheeks with his hands.

  “You’re beautiful, Regan,” He understood immediately her mortified expression. “Yes, I’ve looked at you while you’ve been floating in dreamland. Yes, looked quite thoroughly.” He kissed her reddening cheeks and gazed down at her. “And you’re beautiful.”

  “Digby…” Gamely she looked him directly in the eyes. “Don’t lie to me.”

  “Is this a lie?” He nudged his hardening shaft against the apex of her thighs, watching as her eyes widened. “I find myself immensely attracted to you, Regan. To your luscious body, to every voluptuous curve, to every delightful dip and swell.” Lowering his head, he flicked his tongue across her lips. “If I didn’t find you attractive, would I be so aroused again?”

  Several seconds passed as they gazed into each other’s eyes before she relaxed slightly and smiled just a little. Enough to tug at his heart.

  “Well, you are a male slut,” she reminded him.

  “Call me that once more, woman, and you’ll find yourself unable to lie on your back.”

  She looked puzzled.

  He grinned darkly. “Your delectable bottom will be sore.”

  “Oh.” She suddenly grinned back up at him. “So what do I call you?”

  “I’m your man.” He added, “Use me as you will.”

  Regan went still.

  Attuned to her moods, Digby watched her eyes flicker. “Now what’s wrong?”

  She sighed. “Let’s keep this light, all right?”

  “Light?” He didn’t like the sound of that.

  “This is a fling. A chall-”

  He stopped the words by simply pressing one hand over her mouth. When she looked at him in confusion, he frowned. “This is not part of any challenge. It might have started as such, but for me it’s changed. I’m making love to you, not winning a challenge.” Lifting his hand, he waited for her response.

  “Once we’re back in the towns and the novelty has worn off-”

  This time he cut off the words with his lips. If the stubborn woman wouldn’t listen to him, then maybe she’d feel how special she was to him.

  It wasn’t long before her moans were filling the cabin again.

  ****

  Wyumba station came into view and Reg watched the station house get larger as the UAM ship flew closer.

  One part of her was glad that she could clear her head by being around other people and away from the seductive beast known as Digby. Doctor to his patients. Now lover to Regan.

  Lover.

  “I’m your man. Use me as you will.”

  The words had her fanning herself at the memory, though to be fair, she hadn’t really used him. But he sure as hell had used her…over and over, and in a coupl
e of positions she hadn’t thought any man would want to take her.

  He was insatiable, having no problems with taking her to his bed every night, all night, or on the sofa in the living cabin…or the floor…or, God help her, bent over the table in the dining cabin amidst a mess of plates and spilled food. He was so cool and in charge when dealing with their patients, but as soon as they were locked in the UAM ship alone, and their work was done, he couldn’t seem to have enough of her.

  Obviously he had a high sex drive, which was fine by her, but how long would it last? He seemed so sure it was long-lasting, but she still had her doubts.

  He was even happy to simply spend time in her company, reading and listening to music, but always with her cuddled up next to him. He spoke of their shared childhood, told her about his life once his family had shifted to another city, and she told him of what she’d been doing.

  Those were comfortable times, easy, as easy as their passionate moments burned almost out of control.

  Well, there had to be a balance, right? She grinned to herself.

  “We’re landing within minutes, love,” Digby said over the intercom. “Ready?”

  “For what?” she quipped. “Bed or table?”

  He growled. “Wanton little sheila, just you wait.”

  Laughing, she did a last check of the patient list while the ship landed, then, knowing he’d want to give her one last hot kiss before they exited, she deliberately opened the ramp and was walking down it by the time he’d left the pilot cabin.

  His look spoke volumes when he strode down to stand beside her on the ground.

  Something wrong, Doc?” she drawled.

  “You’ll know when we’re alone.”

  “Feeling a little bereft, Doc?”

  “Trust me, Nurse, you are going to pay for your insubordination.”

  “Oh. Duck bill?”

  His blue eyes dilated. “Jesus.”

  Laughing, she started for the main station house, a rambling structure with a veranda all around it.

  Digby walked beside her, his longer legs taking smaller strides so that she could keep up.