Page 32 of Healing Hearts

Before Amanda could respond, Gene squeezed her ass and pushed his pelvis against hers. She gasped as she could feel his hardness even through the fabric of his pants.

Oh, boy…

Gene recaptured her mouth, and his tongue took hers prisoner, rendering her mute. Her busy mind stopped thinking altogether as instinct took over. She opened her legs to allow him access to where she wanted—no, needed—him to fit.

Amanda barely registered the wispy brush of soft fabric against her legs until the rougher feel of Gene’s knuckles skimmed the inside of her thigh. Oh, this was better than her imagination. Having him holding her close, his mouth tasting her, his fingers exploring her.

Then he was there. His large hand cupped her, his thumb slowly stroking over her most sensitive area, over her panties. She quivered at the intimate touch. Craving more, she pushed herself against his hand.

“You’re damp for me, Amanda. Do you want more?” he asked.

Gene pulled his face back an inch so he could study her.

He ran a finger down the middle of her still covered vulva. God, she wanted to rip her panties off so she could finally feel him flesh to flesh.

As if he read her mind, Gene slipped a finger under the edge of her panties and caressed her already sensitized labia. Amanda’s breath caught in her chest as she anticipated more, but he seemed to enjoy watching her squirm with need.

For someone who took her from room temperature to I-could-bake-a-pizza-hot in a mere minute, he sure liked to take it slow now.

Amanda almost growled at him. “Yes.”

His lips twitched at her answer.

“But you don’t fall into bed on a first date.”

“And you don’t touch a patient. I’d say rules are pretty much out the window now.”

Amanda rolled her hips, forcing his fingers further inside her panties.

Gene held himself still. “First, you’re not officially my patient. Second, rules are important, or we’ll risk chaos.”

“I want to break my rule,” Amanda said.

Gene smiled at the exasperation on Amanda’s face. God, there wasn’t anything he wanted more at that moment than to bury himself inside of her. But was this how he’d want to make love to her for the first time?

Amanda deserved more than a fast, lustful bang. He hadn’t meant for them to go this far. But his need for her had spiked so hard when she kept feeding him her dessert.

I had to taste her.

Gene lowered his head and gently nipped her lower lip.

“Look at me,” he whispered as he pulled back. “We won’t break your rule tonight. But…”

He pulled her panties aside and slipped two fingers into her wet folds. Amanda inhaled in surprise at his boldness. Her hands gripped his back tighter.

God, she’s so hot and wet for me.

“Keep your eyes on me.” Gene watched her face as he spread her cream over her clit. “I want to watch you come. Can you do that for me?”

Amanda could barely squeak out an answer when he rubbed his thumb over her sensitive button. He could feel tremors running through her limbs and her eyelids shuttered.

“Amanda.” He kissed her forehead, while his hand lazily ministered to her needs. “Look at me.”

She struggled to open her eyes. When they did, her irises were dark to his satisfaction. Gene filled her with two fingers when his cock was straining against his zipper, begging to be freed.

“Oh!” Amanda moaned, but she kept her eyes on him.

“Come for me, Amanda.” Gene encouraged as he started a slow pump into her, combined with a light pressure on her clitoris each time he thrusted into her.

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