Page 30 of Playing Doctor

I could fall for him.

The realization hit her like a bolt of lightning, a jolt straight to the nervous system that left her weak and shaky. It would be so easy to drop her guard, let him in.

Gabriel lay back on the bed, his pillow bent double and tucked behind his head, the sheet bunched over his groin as he thumbed through a tourist magazine provided by the hotel. His left leg bent up at the knee, the other splayed on the mattress, he was completely relaxed and at ease with his nakedness.

At ease with her.

She snuggled closer and traced the line of his jaw. His day-old scruff pricked her fingertips, reminding her of the way it had felt when he’d dragged it across her skin…across the mound of her sex. A rush of heat surged through her core.

The first rays of morning sunlight filtered through the filmy sheers covering the windows, a reminder that their night together was coming to an end.

I’m not ready to let him go.

You don’t have to. To be with him like this again, to hold and be held…

Stick to the plan—no romance, no relationship, no complications.

Beth forced back the sorrow pinching her heart. She would not waste her last few hours with this wonderful man grieving for tomorrow’s loss. That would come soon enough. So, she would take what she could, right here, right now…and then she would let him go.

“What are you looking at?” She reached for the magazine, but he grinned and held it just out of reach, forcing her to stretch across him to get it. He stole a quick kiss before letting it go and falling back on the pillow, folding his arms behind his head.

Beth tossed the publication onto the bedside table and snagged the bottle of wine and glasses sitting there. She filled the glasses, handed one to Gabe, and sipped from her own as she considered him over the rim. He was so very deliciously…she searched for a word that would accurately describe the man grinning lazily up at her, and the only one that came to mind was, masculine.

When she had drained her glass, she stretched across his legs to set it and the bottle back on the nightstand. She smiled at his hum of appreciation and the slide of his hand over her bare ass where the nightshirt she had pulled on had ridden up. When she felt his cock stir against her hip beneath the sheet, she hummed a little herself.

Straightening, widening her knees—purely for the sake of balance, of course—she crossed her arms at the hem and pulled the nightshirt up and off, letting it catch under her breasts and giving it a smart tug that caused them to bounce enticingly. Gabe’s hum became a low groan. The sheet tented impressively between his legs.

Licking her lips, she reached down, tugged the sheet aside, and wrapped her fingers around Gabe’s erection, marveling when it thickened and elongated in her hand. She slanted her gaze up his torso, watched him tuck his chin, lower his head, his eyes became heavy-lidded as he anticipated her next move. With her eyes steady on his, she dipped her head and dragged her tongue up the length of his shaft, from root to tip. His hips jerked. The forgotten glass wobbled in his hand, threatening to spill the contents on the sheets.

“Did I tell you what my friend foresaw in my future for the weekend?” Beth asked as she let go of his cock and reached for his wine.

His breath came out slow and ragged. “No, but I’m very interested in finding out.” His palm drifted over her ass and gave her an encouraging squeeze.

His cock lay hard against his belly. She reached down, ran her thumb along the pulsing vein. “Hmm, so I see.” His foot slipped down the sheets and his knee fell to the side, an open invitation to do as she pleased. Her eyes raked over him hungrily. She was about to be very, very pleased, and so was he.

Beth tipped her head back, drained the glass, and then handed it to Gabe. His hand shook as he blindly set it back on the table, never taking his eyes off her. She leaned forward, rested her hands on his thighs and let the wine trickle from her mouth, over the head of his cock and down the shaft.

His hands fisted in the sheets.

Shifting, moving over his belly, her hair fell across his hips as she dribbled the remainder of the wine in his navel, and then sipped it back out, licking the tiny divot clean. The blunt tip of his erection nudged her cheek as if begging for a lick. With a slight turn of her head, she licked a drop of precum from the tip of his cock. His head shot up from the pillow, tightening the ridges of his abdomen.

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