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Authors: Jan Meredith

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Playing Doctor (7 page)

“Do you, um…want something to drink?”

Just you. From your luscious lips and that sweet, wet spot between your legs.
“No, I’m fine, thanks.”

She looked away, running her fingers through her hair. “I’ve never done anything like this.” She drew in a shaky breath and it seemed her whole body trembled when she blew it out. “I…think you should know there hasn’t been anyone since Jamie, my husband…and no one else before him.” Her hands came up, fell back at her sides. “I have no idea where to begin.”

It was the uncertainty that slayed him.

Gabe hadn’t thought it possible to be so filled with wanting and so humbled in the same moment.
Four years.
He’d tasted the desire on her lips, felt her body vibrate with it. Had she held all that passion in check for four years, or given in to what nature had gifted her with and pleasured herself? He opted for the latter and the mental image that thought evoked sent a spear of lust straight to his cock.

“I’m honored you chose me.” He pushed away from the door and took her hand, brought it to his lips, and held it there with his eyes closed, absorbing her warmth and accepting her precious gift. “Why don’t we start with this?” He skimmed his hands up her arms and over her shoulders to tunnel them through the heavy curtain of her hair. He tipped her face up and took her mouth. He wanted to go slow, but when she bowed her body into his, made that soft sound in the back of her throat…
damn!

Dragging his mouth from hers, Gabriel hesitated, giving her the opportunity to change her mind, and praying she wouldn’t.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“I’m sure.”

“Thank God. I was ready to beg.” He grazed his fingers along her jaw. “Would you have liked me to?”

The corners of her mouth, moist from his kiss, lifted. “Maybe later.”

Gabe swallowed, found his mouth dry after all, and cursed himself for not taking her up on the offer for a drink.

Taking her hand, he brought her to stand closer to the bed. When she turned to him, he pulled her in. “Tell me what you like.”

Her gaze dropped to his mouth. “Kissing. I like the way you kiss.”

“My pleasure.” He nudged her lips open, slid his tongue in to rub against hers in a way that was blatantly sexual, purely carnal. When she gave it a small, quick suck, he dragged his mouth from hers, gulped in air.

“You’re killing me,” he groaned. He rested his forehead against hers, which gave him an enticing view of her cleavage. “I’d like a slow death, please.”

Gabe ran his finger along the inside of the lapel of her jacket. He could see the faint cleft of her breasts, then flicked open the top button to reveal a little more. When she reached up and began to work at the buttons, he stopped her. “Let me,” he murmured. “It’s been driving me mad all day, wondering what you’re wearing under there, and how to talk you out of it.” Her mouth formed a surprised little “o”. Had no one ever told her how damned sexy she was? He’d take care of that tonight.

He was a man who appreciated the total woman, her mind as well as her body, but now, with Beth all warm and pliant, all he could think about was peeling her out of that little blue suit and getting her naked.

Unwrapping her like the gift she was, Gabe slowly peeled away each layer with fingers that trembled with the need to rush, with the want to savor. Her jacket fell from her shoulders, revealing lavender silk and black lace designed to tease and torment a man to insanity. Reaching around, Gabe unhooked her bra and slid it down her arms. The lace clung to the tips of her breasts, as if reluctant to give up such a precious prize, then joined the jacket on the floor. Her nipples stood high, swollen and needy. He ducked his head and licked one before sucking it into his mouth, then gave equal care to its twin. A soft moan of pleasure rose from her throat and almost robbed him of his resolve to go slow. With a final flick of his tongue, he released the soft mound.

Kneeling, Gabe ran his hand over the firm curve of her ass. He found the zipper at the back of her skirt, slid it down. Beth shimmied her hips and the fabric pooled at her feet. Resting her hand on his shoulder to steady herself, she kicked the fabric aside.

He sat back on his heels, drank in the sight of her. There was nothing more erotic on earth than a curvaceous woman, her breasts bare and peaked, wearing nothing but a scrap of satin and lace between her legs, thigh highs, and sexy as hell heels. Then again, his opinion was subject to change, he thought, reaching for the scrap of lace.

“Ah-ah…my turn.” Beth stepped back and urged him to stand. She tugged his shirt from the waistband of his jeans and pushed it up, but the difference in their heights prevented her from taking it any farther. Gabe grasped the collar and yanked it over his head, letting it drop to the floor.

For a moment, Beth simply looked, and then her hands were on him. His breath came out in a hiss of pleasure as she smoothed her palms over his chest, her fingernails scoring over his nipples. His muscles quivered and jumped beneath her fingers as they smoothed over his abdomen. He stood perfectly still, gave her the time she needed to explore his body. Soon, it would be his turn.

Behind his fly, his cock thickened and elongated. When she reached down and gently stroked him through his jeans, a groan of appreciation rumbled from deep within his chest.

“I just want to drag my tongue all over you.”

“Then do it.”

Her head snapped up, eyes wide, as if she’d been unaware she’d spoken her wish out loud. The pink stain that brightened her cheeks testified to the fact, and because he desperately wanted to feel her mouth on him, Gabe tunneled his fingers through her hair and brought her in.

She dragged her tongue up his abdomen, a wet swipe that seared a trail of liquid heat across his skin. Lifting her head, she pressed her lips over his nipple and sucked. His fingers tightened around her skull and moved her mouth over him, showing her what he wanted, what he craved. She glanced up at him, eyes shimmering with heat, and gave his nipple a sharp little bite. Lust gripped his cock. His hands tightened before slipping free of her hair.

Kneeling, Gabe slid his fingers inside the barely there scrap of lace at the juncture of her thighs and peeled it down, revealing a strawberry shaped freckle just above the small patch of dark curls. His balls tightened. He had to get his mouth on her and soon. Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss to the freckle.

It’s true what they said about the little things in life that made you happy, and at this moment, with the rich heady scent of aroused woman filling his nostrils, he was a very happy man indeed.

As much as he hated it, the shoes had to go. His fantasy of sinking into her with those sinful heels clamped over his ass wasn’t going to hold up with what he had in mind for her at the moment. Lifting one foot, then the other, Gabe worked the buckles free, slid her shoes off, and set them aside. He skimmed his hand over the curve of her calf, hooked it under her knee, and draped it over his shoulder. The smooth silk of her thigh highs was an erotic contrast to the soft, tanned flesh of her inner thighs. He nudged her knee to the side with his cheek, pressing a soft kiss there. Yeah, he’d give up the shoes for this. Her pussy glistened, tempting and wet. Her clit beckoned and teased…
taste me.
His mouth watered in anticipation.

He glanced up, found her watching him with languid eyes. Her breasts rose and fell with each erratic breath.

“Do you know how you feel against my fingers?” He gently grazed the back of his fingers over her silky flesh. “Soft and wet.” He dragged his finger along her folds. “Will you be juicy and sweet against my tongue?”

Her breath rushed out, a shuddering sigh. Slowly, she tilted her hips. “Taste me and see.”

With a groan, Gabe dipped his head and licked her, catching her sweet nectar on his tongue. A moan of sheer pleasure ripped from Beth’s throat. She braced one hand on his shoulder, fisted the fingers of the other in his hair and held him there between her trembling thighs.

He flattened his tongue and licked her again, bottom to top, increasing the pressure when he reached the bundle of nerves above her clit.

“Ah! Gabe…I…”

“I know, baby. I know.” Hooking one arm over the thigh now locked over his shoulder, Gabe slid his thumb through the dampened curls and rubbed it over her hood, coaxing her clit from hiding. He flicked it with the firm tip of his tongue, pulled it between his lips and gave it quick, sucking kisses.

When she threw her head back, poised on the edge, he trapped the taut pearl between his teeth for one gentle, dragging nip. She came against his mouth, strong spasms that caused her legs to tremble and his cock to weep. Getting inside her became his prime objective.

He eased her onto the bed and pushed her knees up and open. Her pussy continued to clench, erotically framed by the dark stockings.

“So damn beautiful.” He quickly stripped off his jeans and briefs and kicked them to the side. Rising up and over her, Gabe braced his weight on one arm and gripped his cock. He dragged the head through her slit, wetting the tip with her juice, shuddering as the contact caused her pussy to contract against him. She was the most responsive woman he’d ever been with, slick and warm and ready, lifting her pelvis upward in pleading invitation, and he was damn well ready to RSVP. He pressed in and watched her stretch to accept him.

Then sanity prevailed.

“Fuck!”

“Yes!”

“Condom,” he gritted, and pulled back.

“No.” She brought her arms up, ran them down his back, clamped her hands on his ass and held him to her almost desperately. “It’s okay. I can’t get pregnant.”

With very little blood left in his brain, and his erection straining at the gate, Gabe was having difficulty concentrating on anything but the warm, wet, begging-to-be-fucked woman under him, but the words
can’t get pregnant
registered. They had already ascertained that they were both safe…the thought of going in bare, flesh to flesh, to feel that hot, wet haven welcoming him…squeezing him…

“Are you sure?”

She reached her hand between them, closed her fingers around him and guided him to her, arched her hips up, and rubbed the head of his cock over her warm, wet entrance.

“I don’t want a condom. I don’t want anything between us. I want to feel you, just you inside me.” She stroked his cock from base to tip. “Just this.”

Gabe’s heart thudded in his chest, pounded in his ears. His cock pulsed. He couldn’t recall ever being so hard, or wanting a woman so badly.

“Put me in.” He lifted her hips and watched her guide him in. She was tight, but she spread her legs wide, locked her heels over his ass and squeezed, pulling him in deeper. She closed around him, a hot silken vise, and it took every ounce of willpower he possessed not to shove into her to the hilt.

“You okay?” he panted, the muscles in his arms burning as he held himself back, fought for control.

“I feel you.” She looked down to the spot where their bodies joined, reached between them and closed her hand around the part of him that remained out of her, moved her fingers over his shaft. “I feel…”

“Tell me.”

“I can feel you stretching me, filling me. I can feel the shape of you…and I want it all.”

The hitch of her voice as she described how he felt inside her, the way her breath caught as she spoke the words was the hottest fucking thing a woman,
any
woman, had ever said to him. Yet at the same time it touched him in a place that went far beyond the lust that was doing its damnedest to drive him insane. The wonder in her voice…it was as though she’d never felt it before, and pride swelled that he was the man who gave it to her.

“I want everything you can give me, for just one night,” she whispered.

“It’s all yours.” Carefully pushing in until she could comfortably take all of him, Gabe swallowed her soft cries of pleasure as she rose to meet each thrust.

And take she did, with a greedy hunger that matched his own.

“Tell me what you need, baby,” he panted.

“Out, all the way out,” she said, pushing at his hips as her own pulled back. “I want to feel all of you when you come back into me…hard.”

Fuck!

Gabe pulled back, and God, she was right. Each time he pulled out, he felt the sweet drag of her hot, silken walls cling to him, and the wet softness of welcome each time he sank back in. He was drowning in sensations he’d thought long dead, and didn’t care if he ever came up for air.

Her sharp hitching gasps told him he was giving her what she needed. When they became low, throaty moans, he knew she was about to come.

Gabe shifted, dropped her legs, slid one hand under Beth’s hips, and tilted her upward. He pressed high, rotating his hips as he rocked into her, laughing in triumph when she bowed up and she gasped out her pleasure.

“Again!” she moaned, clamping her fingers around the tight muscles of his ass as he drove into her, digging her heels into the backs of his taut thighs. “Do it again.”

With a strength born of sheer will, Gabe fought back the urge to come. He looked down at Beth, her head grinding into the mattress, her breasts rolling with each thrust of his hips.

“God, you’re beautiful.” He couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t go deep enough. Shifting, he pushed her knees up to her chest, slid his hands under her back and cupped them over her shoulders.

“Please. I need…”

“Hang on, love, we’re almost there,” he panted. When the first tingle hit his spine, signaling his orgasm, Gabe almost panicked. Damned if he’d be the first to break. Then she bowed up, gasped out his name and pulled him down into sweet oblivion with her.

Chapter Seven

The dark eyes gazing down at Beth held a hint of wonder. The warm palm skimming up her back pulled her closer instead of shoving her away. His lips were reverent on hers, and when they lifted, held a smile of tenderness that robbed her of breath.

Beth closed her eyes and stretched into Gabriel’s embrace, arching into the hands that adored her breasts.

“Hopefully, it’ll be better next time,” Gabe murmured.

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