Page 29 of Diagnosis Attraction

He reached behind her, and she knew he was turning the lock, then slipping the safety chain into place.

They swayed as one, clinging together to keep from toppling over.

“You’re putting your trust in my hands,” he whispered.

“Who better?”

He must have read the invitation in her mind because he bent his head, stroking his face against her breasts, then turned to brush his lips against one of the hardened tips poking through her thin bra and the fabric of her tee shirt.

Just that touch made heat leap inside her, and she knew that she had to get the damn tee shirt and bra off.

She pulled the shirt over her head and reached to unhook her bra, tossing them onto the floor. By the time she’d finished, he’d pulled off his own shirt and flung it to meet hers.

Then he reached for her again, clasping her in his arms.

She cried out as her breasts pressed against his chest. The sensuality of his naked flesh against her took her breath away.

“I don’t think I can stand up much longer,” she whispered.

“Likewise.”

He slung his arm around her and led her to the bed, letting go of her to bend and pull the covers down.

Then they were horizontal, clinging together, rocking in each other’s arms.

He bent and swirled his tongue around one of her hardened nipples, then sucked it into his mouth.

Heat shot downward through her body, and she could only sob at the intensity of what she felt.

Yet the headache hovered at the edge of her pleasure.

“We could be heading for a cerebral hemorrhage,” he muttered.

“I don’t want to hear from Dr. Delano right now,” she said.

And she knew he was thinking that they’d gone too far to stop. Both of them.

To make that perfectly clear, she struggled out of her jeans and panties. As he caught her thoughts, he got rid of his remaining clothing. When they were both naked, he pulled her close again, making her cry out.

He slid his lips along the tender place where her hair met her cheek, dipping down to nibble along the line of her chin and then the side of her neck, before bringing his mouth back to her breast, taking one nipple into his mouth and drawing on her while his hand found its mate, using his thumb and finger to gently twist and tug, building her pleasure to fever pitch.

All her senses were tuned to him, to his masculine scent, the beat of his heart, the feel of his hair-roughened legs against her smooth ones.

Ripples of sensation flowed through her as his free hand slid down her body toward the hot, quivering core of her. Her hips moved in response, and she knew he was in her mind, sensing how good it was for her.

He rolled to his back, looking up at her.

“You set the pace.”

Maybe he still had a tiny sliver of doubt, and he was giving her the chance to back out.

She leaned over for a long, deep kiss, then raised her head so she could look down at him as she straddled his hips.

She felt the breath freeze in his chest as she lowered her body to his. She didn’t need to guide him into her. They both knew where to find the right place.

For a long moment, she stared down at him, overwhelmed by the intensity of her feelings. And his because she knew what he was feeling as well as reveling in her own overwhelming emotions.

And then she began to move above him, around him, her eyes locked with his.

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