Page 118 of Hell Hath No Fury
That was if I wasn't in jail here for murdering my brother and his dog.
CHAPTER SIX
“Fuck me. Your tits. God, they’re amazing.”
I arched my back, pushing the tops of my breasts into his mouth. “No, your mouth is amazing.”
And I meant it. I did have great boobs but his mouth, it was better. He nipped the tops of them with his teeth before lashing them with his tongue and more heat pooled between my thighs.
He stopped and looked up at me. “Is this okay?” He was asking to pull the cups of my bra down and I nodded emphatically.
Of course, this was okay. But I loved that he asked. I’d known Doctor Clark for all of an hour but already knew he was some weird mix of bossy alpha and gentleman. And clearly I dug it, big time.
I wasn’t the type of girl who slept with men right away. I didn’t have one-night stands. I didn’t let strange men come home with me or even give me rides home. But one big strong hand on my thigh in the front seat of his truck as he drove me up the mountain had me immediately inviting him in.
He, Jax, and I had taken about two steps into my brother’s cabin before he’d pulled me into him with one strong arm around my waist and taken my lips like they were his.
And they were. Theysowere.
Shirts flew.
Inhibitions were gone.
There was a chance of dirty sex in the air.
And I didn’t give two shits. If I couldn’t have my forever man, then doctor right now would have to do.
And what he was doing, he was doing incredibly well.
“Oh, God,” I cried out as his hot mouth enveloped one of my nipples. He sucked hard and I felt my knees buckle.
Did that stop him? Nope. He just lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist.
“Upstairs.” I motioned to the steps that would lead to the loft where the guest bed was.
And up he took me like I weighed nothing at all, while I ran my hands through his silky dark hair, the stubble of his beard on my chest driving me insane.
Once we reached the top of the stairs, I went flying into a big heap on the bed.
Laying there stunned, I laughed hard. “You just threw me!”
“I did.” He smiled deviously over me, pushing his hair back off of his forehead and I finally got to look at all of the good that was him.
Fucking Christ, the man was ripped. Thick arms and broad shoulders fed into a gorgeous torso complete with a six pack good enough to lick. All of that tan, taut skin made my mouth water and if I thought I was hungry for him, then I was dead wrong.
Because when he used one hand to flick open the button on his jeans and slide them off, I became ravenous. The deep V above his black boxer briefs about did me in and I was just about to sit up and reach for them when he dove onto the bed right on top of me.
He pressed sweet kisses into the crook of my neck and I arched my back to give him better access because God, that scruff, and lord, that mouth and tongue.
He took advantage of my arch by slipping his hand under me and swiftly unsnapping my bra.
Flinging my bra back and over his head somewhere, he nibbled at my jaw before running his nose down the length of mine and placing a soft kiss on my lips.
It made my breath catch and my heart thunder in my ears, this sudden change in pace.
He ran his tongue along my bottom lip slowly before dipping it in and touching my own. Pushing my hands into the hair at the nape of his neck, I kissed him back hard, barely believing this was happening.
Maybe I was still passed out on the couch from drinking too much wine and this whole thing was just a fever dream. If it was, I didn’t ever want to wake up.
