His hands were stroking her sides, lightly now, tickling her, and she giggled, shoving at his hands. Houston moved his grip to her behind and pulled her out from under the coffee table, eyes roaming over her.
“Checking for injuries again?” she asked, legs shaking a little as she drew them together. Her muscles weren’t functioning properly.
“Did you hit your head?” Fingers ran through her hair, marching across her scalp tenderly.
“I’m fine.” She smiled at him, telling herself that was genuine concern on his face. She brushed across his chest hairs with lazy fingers. “In fact, I think I’m cured.”
“Oh, really?” He sat half-up, resting on his hand as he shot her a phony look of suspicion. “You’re never going to drop anything ever again?”
“Well, I don’t know aboutever.No one is ever really one-hundred-percent recovered.” Maybe she could convince him to cure her on a daily basis.
Houston’s hands were roaming actively, urgently. “Let’s go to my bedroom and we’ll see if I can get you even more relaxed.”
A finger teased around her clit and all she could think wasbring it on.Taking advantage of the opportunity while it existed was what any intelligent woman would do.
Houston pulled back his finger, damn him. He stood up and reached for her hand, clearly expecting her to say yes. Which, of course, she was going to.
Chapter Eighteen
Josie’s breath hitched. “Yes, Doctor,” she said in a soft, obedient, aroused voice that made Houston want to grind his teeth in gut-twisting agony.
No need to worry about getting an erection again so soon. He was so hard he could harvest wheat by turning sideways.
Forget the bedroom. Fifteen feet was too far away. Josie had the most arousing effect on him. Even when he’d come, he hadn’t felt finished, had just wanted to eat and lick every inch of her over and over until she agreed to never leave.
Which was more than one night.
Damn it.
Houston shoved his jeans down hard. One more time. Then he had to let her go. Had to make her leave. But first he was going to make this last time count.
He reached for another condom while Josie, clearly guessing his intent, lay back down on the carpet, arms over her head, eyes bright with anticipation.
After discarding his briefs and rolling on the condom, he clasped her smooth knees, stroking over her warm flesh. Then dropped her pale legs open. Wide.
He held her so hard, when he moved his fingers he saw pink streaks on her flesh, and he coached himself to relax, to slow down. But her nipples rose and fell as she breathed deep in anticipation, peeking at him from under long, fawn-colored eyelashes, and there was nothing relaxed about the way he felt.
Though her mouth was open a little, she didn’t say a word, and Houston marveled that he had actually made Josie go silent.
His mouth went dry as he stared at her inner thighs spread out for him, moist arousal on her flesh.
There, ready, waiting for him, to touch and taste and sink into.
“Josie,” he said tightly, bending over in front of her, kissing up the length of her thigh.
“Yes, Doctor?”
Oh, man, she was killing him with that. That teasing little breathy voice, sounding not one damn bit like she did in the OR. During surgery she was chatty, full of questions, and cheerfully muttering to herself through every task she did. It had always annoyed him no end.
This flirtatious shit she was doing now was way too appealing.
And he didn’t know what in the hell possessed him, but he said, “You might feel a little pinch...” before closing his lips around her clit and sucking.
“Oh,” she said, hips rising off the floor. “Oh, oh, Dr. Hayes.”
Clearly Josie wanted to play.
“Hold still,” he whispered against her dampness. “I’m almost done.”