Page 14 of Angel In Armani

This time the noise he made was deep and urgent. His hands came down, fingers twining in her hair. And his hips flexed up.

Liked that, did he?

Well, so did she. She licked again and slipped her hand around him before taking him into her mouth fully.

Heat and salt and darkness. Lucas groaned again and his hands came down onto her head. She didn’t need any more encouragement to keep doing what she was doing.

Slide. Taste. Tease.

His skin hot against her tongue, his muscles flexing against her legs, tightening with every glide of her mouth. She let her world narrow to the taste and feel of him, the sound of his breath getting harsher, the noises he made.

Everything else blurred and disappeared. There was just Lucas and just the answering heat blooming over her own skin knowing that he was reacting this way to her.

Just her.

His breath came faster and his hips flexed up again and then she heard him say, “Wait.”

She stopped, lifted her head. “Something wrong?”

“Very far from wrong,” he said, and she could hear the kind of dazed pleasure she was feeling in the depth of his voice. “But I want a turn.”

That made her shiver. Touching him was one thing. But the thought of those hands and that mouth and … “What happened to lady’s choice?” she said.

“You woke up my inner caveman,” he said.

She laughed. The thought of the always immaculate Lucas Angelo having an inner caveman was kind of hilarious. Until she pictured him wearing not much more than a strategically placed loincloth. Her hand ran along the length of his torso, feeling the muscles there. Maybe there was some caveman after all.

“And what happens if your inner caveman doesn’t get his way?” she asked.

“If not getting his way means you keep doing what you were just doing, then I think I can reconcile him to it,” Lucas said. “He’ll lie back and take it. But he’d prefer if you let him do his thing for a while.” He lifted himself up and shifted them effortlessly so he was sitting up while she was still sitting across his lap. And then he kissed her.

Fiercely enough to make her forget what she was doing at all.

“If it helps,” he said, pulling his head back. “Just remember that my inner caveman comes attached to an outer doctor.” He grinned at her, the expression a flash of white teeth and a just visible rapid change of the planes of his face. “An outer doctor who has spent a lot of time studying anatomy.”

He slipped a hand between them and flicked open the button of her waistband—damn it, why was she still wearing her trousers—then slid his fingers between the fabric and her skin, and down between her legs. He found her clit with no trouble at all. Heat spiked through her.

“So I see,” she managed.

Another stroke. “Is that a yes?” His lips pressed against the curve where her neck joined her shoulder, and she shuddered.

“Hell, yes.”

“I like your enthusiasm,” he said.

“I like your hands,” she gasped as he pressed again.

“This will be easier if we’re both naked,” he said and suddenly she found herself lying on her back with him above her. Her trousers and underwear vanished like magic.

“Do they teach you that in med school as well?” she asked. “Or are you just naturally talented?”

He laughed but then bent and pressed his lips to her torso, where the arches of her rib cage met. His tongue flicked against her skin and she shivered as a nerve she didn’t know she had went live with a force she felt deep in her stomach.

“I’m going with naturally talented.”

He lifted his head. “I also take direction well.”

“I find that hard to believe.”

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