Page 48 of Wrong Number Right Doctor

“Oh my God.”

She’s sensitive. More than I expect. Every pass of my tongue makes her hips twitch. Every pull of my mouth draws another broken sound out of her. I give the other breast the same attention and she arches hard, pressing herself into me.

I get one hand between her thighs. She’s hot through her jeans. Wet too.

She makes a small embarrassed sound and tries to hide her face against my shoulder.

“No,” I say. She looks at me. “Don’t hide from me.”

Her breath catches.

I undo her jeans and push them down with her underwear. She steps out of them badly, impatiently, laughing once when she almost trips. I catch her. She catches my face and kisses me like she’s done pretending she has control.

I walk her backward to the bed. She falls onto it, bare except for her boots.

“Boots,” she says, half laughing, half panting.

“Leave them.”

Her eyes flare.

I pull my shirt off. Her gaze drops to my chest, then lower as I open my trousers. When my cock comes free, she goes quiet.

That does something to me.

I get on the bed and push her thighs open. She’s slick, swollen, trembling before I’ve properly touched her.

I run two fingers through her, and her whole body jerks.

“Sensitive,” I say.

She swallows. “A little.”

A lie.

I slide one finger inside her.

She cries out. Not loud enough to worry anyone, but loud enough that I know she felt it everywhere.

I add another and curl them. Her hand flies to my wrist, not stopping me, holding on.

“Please,” she says.

“What do you need?”

She stares at me, flushed and furious with wanting. “You.”

I put my mouth on her first.

She nearly comes off the bed.

I hold her hips down and lick her slowly, then harder when her thighs start to shake. She’s already close. Too close. Her body gives itself away with every breath.

“D, I—” She comes before she finishes. Hard. Her legs close around my head, her fingers twisting in the sheets, my name torn out of her like it costs her something.

I don’t stop until she’s pushing weakly at my shoulder.

Then I move over her. She’s still shaking when I line myself up.