Page 60 of Dr. Alaska
His steady gaze met hers as he stood with her in his arms, grasping under her thighs. Lee wrapped her legs around his waist and tightened the grip of her hands behind his neck. Muscles bunched as he carried her across the room. He toed open the door to the master bedroom and gently sat her on the bed.
Like she was as delicate as a snowflake.
She was not. Lee was as tough as one of those icicles hanging from the eaves, formed in harsh conditions over time.
This icicle deserved to melt a little.
Lee licked her lips and grabbed the front of his flannel shirt, throwing him off-balance. They tumbled back onto the bed.
He landed on top of her and scooted her up the mattress, kissing her neck. His fingers spearing into her hair felt like heaven on her scalp.
Their harsh breaths filled the quiet room. Rasps of her fingertips on his unshaved jaw punctuated the wet slide of their mouths together. She loved his growling hunger and the cords of his arms flexing as he leaned over her.
More. Lee wanted more.
She wanted to feel cherished and valued.
She needed to trust this moment and trust her heart.
She deserved pleasure and passion, given by a rugged Alaskan man who was as breathtaking as the wild landscape he lived in.
Above everything else, right this minute, she wanted more of the hot, sexy sensations waking up nerve endings that had slept for years, maybe longer.
Lee wanted Maverick. She fumbled at the buttons on his shirt.
With a big grin, he sat up, unbuttoned the top two buttons, and pulled off the flannel and T-shirt beneath in one delicious motion that flexed muscles of his chest and arms. Light brown hair dusted his skin.
She trailed fingers across a pectoralis and then drifted lower over his abdominals, drawing out a shudder.
Maverick grabbed her wrists. “You’re going to make me lose my mind.”
“That’s the idea.”
“I want that job.”
“You already have two jobs.”
“Yeah, but this makes for a hell of a side gig.” He smoothed his hands under her thermal top until a soft hiss came from her lips. “May I?”
“Does a sled dog like snow?”
Laughing, he helped her sit up long enough to slip the thermal shirt off and remove her bra. The air cooled her hot skin.
Then his hands were everywhere. On her neck, her face, in her hair, drifting down her side, palming her breasts. He rocked his pants-clad hardness into her pelvis and laced her fingers in his above her head.
Then he dipped down to suck one nipple into his mouth, laving the tip with his rough tongue. He gave a gentle bite, and her hips bucked under him. Still sucking her nipple, he lifted up and released her with a wet pop. With a broad smile, he turned his attention to the other breast.
His knees tightened around her hips, holding her thighs together, adding pressure to her core.
“Off,” she said.
He frowned and stopped what he was doing. “You want me off of you?”
“No. Pants. Off.” She gasped.
“Well, if it’s doctor’s orders…” He unbuckled the belt, undid a button, and pulled the zipper down, each metallic tick ricocheting a new shiver down her spine. Then he stopped and shot her a sly smile. “However. Fair’s fair.”
“What? Ohhh.”
