Chapter 8

Just when she thought it was finally happening, they go back to square one. She did not even have the time to taste him. She had barely brushed her lips against him before they were interrupted. Leaving her wanting more. More of him. Her whole body was on fire. It had been on fire ever since she had seen him shirtless. And he was the only one who could set it off. She knew it, she just wanted him to know it. 







"Dr. Peters!", Oscar exclaimed and cleared his throat trying to get out of the hazy feeling in his head. 







"Ben, please. I'm no older than you I'm sure. And Dr. Peters was my father", he chirped seemingly nonchalant about the scene he had seen few seconds ago. "How are you feeling? I heard it was your last day at the hospital, so I thought I'll check on you before my shift is over", he moved over to the table beside Oscar's bed and checked Oscar's file. 







"I'm fine Ben, thanks to you", Oscar smiled. 







"Oh please, it's my duty", Ben acknowledged. 







"No.. I mean not just for the treatment but also from keeping the press away." 







Oh! So Ben knew about Oscar, Rosie thought. She was still sitting beside Oscar in his bed. She couldn't move herself. 







"That's no problem either, all I did was keep my mouth shut, I'm surprised no one recognised you, how does it feel to be the common man?" Ben joked. 







Oscar grinned and said, "Peaceful." And looked at Rosie. She immediately blushed. 







Sensing the charge between them Ben excused himself, "Well I better get going, take care of yourself. You too Rosie." he added smiling and he looked at Rosie longer than necessary. 







"You can stay for a while if you want". Not that anything was going to happen now that the moment was lost. 





"No, I have some work to do at home. See you", Ben declined and left. 









The moment Ben left, Oscar dragged Rosie's hand and pulled her closer to him and whispered, "Where were we?", and he kissed. 







Apparently, the moment wasn't lost after all... 







There was nothing gentle about the kiss. In fact he didn't kiss her. He ravished her. He did not give her any chance to assemble her thoughts. He kissed with a desperation he had never felt before. He kissed her with a passion he had never felt before. 

Her lips soft and her mouth warm made his body rigid thinking about how it'd feel if her mouth was elsewhere. He reached for her breast in between them and squeezed it hard. He hoped his desperation didn't scare her away. But, when he did it, she arched her back and pressed against his hand grinding her breasts. Her exposed throat was inviting him to do more than just watch. And he started kissing her all over her neck while squeezing her mounds. His disadvantage with his leg was frustrating him so much, he growled. He growled deep in his chest sending shivers of vibrations down her body. He wanted to pin her to the bed or to the wall and grind his erection against her to show her what she did to him. Instead, without thinking he took her right hand and placed it on his crotch. 







Rosie gasped at where her hand was. She was so lost in his kisses that she wasn't even aware that she was squeezing his hardened manhood. If it felt so good in her hand, how good will it be if it was inside her. Her panty was soaking wet with her juices flowing. It had been so long she had had a man. But she knew that had nothing to do with what she was feeling. It was all Oscar. It had to be. She had been in company of so many handsome men, but she had never felt this before. 







She felt a sudden bolt of pain on her breast which soaked her panty even more. "Sorry", Oscar mumbled. He had bit her breast through her blouse. He couldn't take it any longer. He was thinking about how much he wanted her, he was wondering if she had this affect on all the other men out there. And then he had remembered the way the good doctor Ben had looked at her before seeing them off. And he hadn't like it. He hadn't liked it one bit. With the sudden rush of possessiveness he had bit her. But even then he couldn't stop himself. He started kissing her all over the neck, his grip on her waist tightened as her grip on his manhood tightened. He thought he was going to lose his mind! 







Her not-so-gently reaction turned him on even more. He wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled her closer to him. He lifted her shirt, and slipped his hand inside and squeezed her breasts through her bra. Without holding it any longer he unbuttoned her jeans and slipped his hand inside taking her off guard. Before she could say anything he shut her up with his lips on hers. 







The moment he felt her soft fold and the wetness, he knew he had made a mistake. Now he had to have her at any cost. It had been so long he had had sex and now when he felt her shaved wetness between his fingers, he could think of nothing other than burying himself deep deep down in this paradise. And she spreading her legs and grinding against his fingers didn't help either. He wanted to bury his fingers inside, but he restrained it. He wanted her to need him as much as he needed her. He kept running his fingers in circles on her lips slowly, tantalising, spreading her wetness everywhere. 







He had stopped kissing her. He wanted every part of his body to concentrate on her soft, wet and bare foldings between her legs. He had kept his head buried in the crook of her neck and inhaling her scent. She was gently nibbling on his neck. Supporting herself by resting her hands on his shoulders. 







With another rush of possessiveness he growled, "I hated the way he looked at you", and flicked her c**t with his middle finger making her bite down on his neck a little harder. 







"What?" Rosie purred when he bit her earlobe, gently this time. 







"The doctor.", he breathed. 







"What doctor?", she whispered and pulled his hair and brought his lips to hers and kissed him. 







He pulled away from the kiss and frowned, "Dr. Peters", he growled and buried his face in her neck again. He loved the way she smelled. He wanted more, now that he knows what lied in between her legs. And he tightened his hands around her. Though this position was uncomfortable he didn't want to move. He hated himself for acting so clingy to this woman. He was never this desperate about any woman in his entire life. 







Rosie stilled. She was surprised by this. Was he jealous? She smiled against his skin. She pulled him back and kissed him again, softly. "He's just a friend", she smiled and buried her neck again in his neck. Taking in all the scent she could get. He was intoxicating. "I think you should get some rest now", she murmured in his neck. 









"No, I think should get some of you", he pressed her tight against his chest. He knew he should get some rest, the pills he had taken were making him a bit loopy. He was regretting for being so rude to her all these days. Then something Ben had told earlier hit him. 









Today was the last day, he would leave tomorrow. 







Would she still want to see him? Did he want to see her? 







He knew the answer to neither of those questions! 





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