Page 21 of Playing Doctor

He sat back on his heels, drank in the sight of her. There was nothing more erotic on earth than a curvaceous woman, her breasts bare and peaked, wearing nothing but a scrap of satin and lace between her legs, thigh highs, and sexy as hell heels. Then again, his opinion was subject to change, he thought, reaching for the scrap of lace.

“Ah-ah…my turn.” Beth stepped back and urged him to stand. She tugged his shirt from the waistband of his jeans and pushed it up, but the difference in their heights prevented her from taking it any farther. Gabe grasped the collar and yanked it over his head, letting it drop to the floor.

For a moment, Beth simply looked, and then her hands were on him. His breath came out in a hiss of pleasure as she smoothed her palms over his chest, her fingernails scoring over his nipples. His muscles quivered and jumped beneath her fingers as they smoothed over his abdomen. He stood perfectly still, gave her the time she needed to explore his body. Soon, it would be his turn.

Behind his fly, his cock thickened and elongated. When she reached down and gently stroked him through his jeans, a groan of appreciation rumbled from deep within his chest.

“I just want to drag my tongue all over you.”

“Then do it.”

Her head snapped up, eyes wide, as if she’d been unaware she’d spoken her wish out loud. The pink stain that brightened her cheeks testified to the fact, and because he desperately wanted to feel her mouth on him, Gabe tunneled his fingers through her hair and brought her in.

She dragged her tongue up his abdomen, a wet swipe that seared a trail of liquid heat across his skin. Lifting her head, she pressed her lips over his nipple and sucked. His fingers tightened around her skull and moved her mouth over him, showing her what he wanted, what he craved. She glanced up at him, eyes shimmering with heat, and gave his nipple a sharp little bite. Lust gripped his cock. His hands tightened before slipping free of her hair.

Kneeling, Gabe slid his fingers inside the barely there scrap of lace at the juncture of her thighs and peeled it down, revealing a strawberry shaped freckle just above the small patch of dark curls. His balls tightened. He had to get his mouth on her and soon. Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss to the freckle.

It’s true what they said about the little things in life that made you happy, and at this moment, with the rich heady scent of aroused woman filling his nostrils, he was a very happy man indeed.

As much as he hated it, the shoes had to go. His fantasy of sinking into her with those sinful heels clamped over his ass wasn’t going to hold up with what he had in mind for her at the moment. Lifting one foot, then the other, Gabe worked the buckles free, slid her shoes off, and set them aside. He skimmed his hand over the curve of her calf, hooked it under her knee, and draped it over his shoulder. The smooth silk of her thigh highs was an erotic contrast to the soft, tanned flesh of her inner thighs. He nudged her knee to the side with his cheek, pressing a soft kiss there. Yeah, he’d give up the shoes for this. Her pussy glistened, tempting and wet. Her clit beckoned and teased…taste me. His mouth watered in anticipation.

He glanced up, found her watching him with languid eyes. Her breasts rose and fell with each erratic breath.

“Do you know how you feel against my fingers?” He gently grazed the back of his fingers over her silky flesh. “Soft and wet.” He dragged his finger along her folds. “Will you be juicy and sweet against my tongue?”

Her breath rushed out, a shuddering sigh. Slowly, she tilted her hips. “Taste me and see.”

With a groan, Gabe dipped his head and licked her, catching her sweet nectar on his tongue. A moan of sheer pleasure ripped from Beth’s throat. She braced one hand on his shoulder, fisted the fingers of the other in his hair and held him there between her trembling thighs.

He flattened his tongue and licked her again, bottom to top, increasing the pressure when he reached the bundle of nerves above her clit.

“Ah! Gabe…I…”

“I know, baby. I know.” Hooking one arm over the thigh now locked over his shoulder, Gabe slid his thumb through the dampened curls and rubbed it over her hood, coaxing her clit from hiding. He flicked it with the firm tip of his tongue, pulled it between his lips and gave it quick, sucking kisses.

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