Talented.
He bit into the soft flesh above her clit and she stilled, her body jerking. He rubbed his whiskers along her tender thigh and chuckled, sending warm breath across her flesh. He slid both hands under her butt and lifted her to his mouth, now humming in what sounded like pleasure. Then he feasted.
He drove her to the edge all too quickly, and she curled her toes, needing relief.
Then he paused, his mouth above her clit. “So. Why didn’t you call me when you left the hospital?”
Call him? What did that even mean? Sweat slicked her back and she gyrated softly against him.
“May?” He turned and bit her thigh hard enough to leave a mark.
She jerked. “What?”
“Pay attention,” he said softly. She could actually hear the amusement in his tone. Well, amusement with an edge. A hard one. “Why didn’t you call me?”
She swallowed. His hands were still holding her ass off the bed. Right near his devastating mouth. “It was late.”
“Don’t care. You said you’d call.” He licked her clit, top to bottom, slowly and without enough pressure. On purpose. “Why didn’t you?”
She might kill him. Yeah. After the orgasm hovering right out of reach. There was no reason to do it beforehand. “It made more sense to come home and get some sleep and let you sleep,” she gasped, trying to keep still and totally failing.
“Does it feel like we need sleep?” His fingers dug into her buttocks.
“No,” she whispered.
He licked her again and had her whimpering. The man was way too good at this. “You’re lucky I’m not spanking you, Doc.”
Her eyelids flipped open. “Not my thing, Osprey.” Yeah, her tone was breathy.
“We’ll see about that,” he said mildly. “Another time since you now understand the parameters, right?”
Parameters? What the heck was he talking about? “Huh?”
He bit into her other thigh and had her yelping. Heat flowed through her veins with spikes, and her clit actually pounded. “When you say you’re gonna call, you call.”
That sounded fair. Right? Sure seemed fair. “Okay.”
“Good girl.”
That should bother her on some level. Definitely. Yet his mouth took her again, and she forgot all about outrage. Forgot all about everything. This time he drove her up, grip firm and rough tongue intense. She fell over the cliff, crying out, her hands clenching her bedspread hard enough to cramp her fingers. She was mumbling by the time she came down, her body still jerking.
He stopped and pressed a soft kiss to her oversensitive clit. “I’m glad we reached an agreement.” Then he flipped her over onto her hands and knees.
She barely caught herself before face-planting.
The sound of his zipper releasing was loud in the quiet room, although blood still rushed through her head with the pounding of a roaring waterfall.
He gripped her hips and slowly penetrated her.
Her head dropped forward as her body pushed back, wanting all of him. This was too much. But she wanted more. He shoved all the way in, and she could feel her body grip him. Tight.
“You okay, Doc?” His voice was a rough growl.
“Yes,” she panted.
He pulled out and powered back inside her. “Good.” Then his rhythm increased, his fingers digging into her hips. His thrusts were powerful and deep, taking her out of her mind again.
Somehow, and she’d never understand how, he drove her up again. Her thighs trembled and her knees went weak, but his grip was strong enough to keep her in place. So she let go and just allowed herself to feel.
