Page 13 of My Reluctant Valentine

I leaned down, placing my mouth next to her ear. “What would you like to learn first?”

“I...” Her voice came out breathless. “I want...”

“Tell me.” I moved my stubbled jaw along her neck, making her gasp. “Use those medical terms you love so much. Tell me exactly what you want to learn.”

“The...” She swallowed hard. “The physical response to oral stimulation of the mammary tissue?”

I made a sound between a laugh and a groan. “Did you just ask me to suck your breasts in medical terms?”

“Maybe.” Her face was on fire.

“You,” I said roughly, “are too fucking precious for words. Do you want to know what I want to teach you?”

“Yes, please.”

“I want to teach you how to fall apart under my tongue.” My teeth grazed her pulse point. “I want to hear you moan my name instead of medical terms. I want to show you exactly what those romance novels you hide in your medical bag talk about.”

She squeaked. “You saw those?”

“Hard to missThe Mountain Man’s Virginsticking out of your bag. Doing research, little doctor?”

“Preliminary studies suggest that reading erotic material can increase sexual arousal and—”

My mouth captured hers, hot and demanding, and she melted into me. I slid my hands down her hips pulling her against me, letting her feel my hard cock. Letting her feel how much I wanted her, how much—

A phone rang.

Mine. And I had a dreaded feeling of who was calling.

We broke apart, both breathing hard. I cursed and she giggled. “Take your call. I need to, um, take a shower anyway.”

“Go.” I kissed her again, quick and hard. “Before I forget taking you in the shower your first time is a bad idea.”

“Oh.” Her eyes widened at the idea and I realized I might not survive the next few days.

I cupped her face, thumbs stroking her cheeks. “When I take you, I want to take my time. Do it right. Not rush because of a phone call.”

My phone continued to ring as if to mock me.

“Go take your shower,” I said roughly. “I’ll order us dinner. And Ella?”

“Yes?”

My eyes darkened. “Wear something that buttons down for dinner. I want easy access when I teach you about mammary stimulation later.”

I watched her walk away, the sway of those thick hips almost my undoing. I’d spent last night trying to convince myself I wasn’t completely screwed.

It had almost worked until I looked down at my screen.

It was Jake.

“How’s she settling in?” he asked without preamble.

I listened to make sure the shower was running before I answered. “Fine.”

“That’s it? Fine?”

What was I supposed to say? That I was standing in the middle of a hotel room with his sister, naked, in the shower waiting for her anatomy lesson? That I was about to break every bro code in existence?

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