Page 48 of Dr. Off Limits

The corners of my lips twitched. “Maybe there is no cure. Maybe all we can do is try and relieve the symptoms.”

“What do you prescribe, Dr. Cove?”

“Kissing,” I replied. I bent down and pressed a kiss to the corner of her lips, groaning at the wave of relief that crashed over me at finally getting to kiss her again. I reached around her waist, down over her arse, and lifted her. Spinning her around, I threw her on the bed and crawled over her. “Lots of kissing.” I dipped to place kisses on her collarbone, up to her neck, then licked over the seam of her lips.

“This isn’t helping,” she said.

I pressed my tongue into her mouth, dipping and exploring, wanting to make the kissing part last as long as possible. I desperately wanted it to dull the ache I’d carried since I’d been with her the first time.

I pulled out her t-shirt from her jeans, my hands enjoying the smooth skin of her stomach. “This was my favorite Madonna era,” I said, working my way down to her stomach, placing kisses like breadcrumbs as I went.

“Me too,” she said. “Borderline is her best work.” She groaned as I unzipped her jeans and pulled them off. “Is nakedness part of the cure?”

“Absolutely. It’s vital for me to perform a thorough examination so I can provide the best treatment.”

I stripped off her underwear and pressed my thumb over her clit and circled. She propped herself up on her elbows and shook her head.

“No?” I asked.

“I’m just so wound up, I think I’ll...”

I groaned at the thought of her desperate for me for all these weeks. I stroked down her folds, finding her as wet as rain. “Fuck, Sutton.”

“I know,” she said, shaking her head as if disappointed in herself.

I stood and stripped off my jeans while she pulled Madonna over her head.

“This was going to happen,” I said, trying to make her feel better. “I don’t fucking believe in fate, but inevitability came at us like a freight train.”

“It feels that way,” she said, reaching for me. “And now?”

“And now I commence a full body exam.”

She laughed, the sound so sweet and pure I wanted to cheer that I finally got to drink it in, bathe in it. I finally got to enjoy being with her.

I pressed a kiss between her breasts, kneading a nipple between my thumb and forefinger. She arched against me and I soothed the pinched nipple with my tongue as I took the other between my fingers.

“Jacob,” she whispered, her voice breathless though I’d barely begun.

I stroked down her body, wanting to know it all. So many times over the last couple of weeks, I’d tried to remember exactly the curve of her hip or the dip above her collarbones. How exactly had she tasted, smelled, sounded as she came? I wanted to commit it all to memory. I knew I wouldn’t be satiated tonight and I was resigned to the fact that as soon as the sun rose, I’d want her again, tomorrow and the next day and the day after that. But if she decided tonight was the last time we’d be together, I wanted to memorize every square centimeter of her. I needed to know her body, mind, and soul, but if I was forced to choose tonight, I was going to focus on her body.

Her mind and soul, she could keep.

For now.

I licked and sucked, kissed and stroked my way down her body, avoiding her clit to ensure she didn’t boil over too soon.

“I’m not sure I’ll survive tonight,” she said.

“I’ll look after you.”

“Such a good doctor,” she said on a sigh.

I crawled over her and then she gave my shoulder a gentle push so I rolled to my back. She kneeled up and took my cock in her hand from where it lay rigid on my stomach.

“You’ve shown me how,” she said. “Now it’s my turn to examine you.”

She pushed her beautiful, glossy brown hair over her shoulder and at right angles to me, leaned forward, taking my crown in her mouth.

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