dreamed. She tasted like the alcohol she’d had to drink and the smoke that had been in the air of the bar. But more than that, she felt like heaven—warm and soft and exactly where he was supposed to be.
Her lips remain firmly closed until he drew his tongue across the seam, back and forth until she just barely opened for him.
Everything about this strong, confident, hard-assed doctor had gone timid. Hesitant almost, but while she didn’t seem to know what to do with her mouth, she knew exactly what to do with her body.
She was no longer caged against the truck. She was leaning into him, pressing against him. Her fingers had curled around his arms and were holding on for dear life.
Ace didn’t know what to make of that, but he wasn’t in the presence of mind to give any time to analyze. He slid his palm back up her neck and cupped her cheek, tilting her head to get a better angle. Delving deeper into the sweet heat of her mouth, stroking her tongue with his. Forgetting where he was, forgetting who he was supposed to be pretending to be.
She pressed her hands against his chest, but it wasn’t a push. No, she drew her palms down his chest and his abs, exploring, tearing a groan from deep inside his throat.
Because if he didn’t sense any of that timidity in her mouth, he would be tempted not to drive her home, but to a dark corner somewhere and lose himself in the feeling of…her and being no one but the man with the privilege of having her.
But there was something not quite experienced about Lina’s kiss, and even in the haze of all that lust, it concerned him.
He drew away slightly, keeping his hands holding her head just as he wanted it. She blinked up at him, her mouth wet from his tongue, her eyes wide and intrigued and maybe a little desperate. He didn’t mind any of those things.
“I’m still not going to write you a doctor’s note,” she said breathlessly.
The laugh echoed out of him even though the last thing he felt like doing with laughing. But as unfunny as the aching hard on in his pants was, she was funny. She was some mix of a bunch of things he didn’t understand. All those math equations he’d failed to make sense of as a student—that was Lina McArthur.
“I guess I’ll have to work a little harder,” he said, once he found his voice.
Her pink tongue darted out and licked her lips. He groaned aloud and she cocked her head, looking at him with confusion etching her features. “What?”
“You apparently have no idea how erotic it is to watch a woman lick her lips.”
“Oh.” She cleared her throat, her fingers slowly uncurling from his arms, her body backing away and into the truck rather than his chest. “Ace… Maybe…”
He thought she was trying to bolt, so he finally let her face go. “I’m just going to drive you home, Lina. I promised that was all I was going to do.”
“You said you were going to kiss me.”
“I did kiss you.”
“Are you going to kiss me again?”
He brushed his thumb over her lower lip, still slightly wet from her tongue. Soft. There were some surprising areas of softness in her. A surprising innocence to her. He didn’t understand her at all. And mysteries always kept him coming back for more.
“Yes,” he said with a certainty that couldn’t be helped. One way or another, he would be kissing her again.
She seemed to consider that and he didn’t know if he liked the fact she wasn’t jumping up and down ready for more. But in the end, it didn’t really matter what he wanted.
“I guess you should unlock the door then,” she said, her cool in-charge tone back.
Ace grinned and fished the keys out of his pocket. Yes, he was going to kiss Lina McArthur again. And again. And again. And work up to more.
Chapter Five
L ina sat in the passenger seat of Ace’s truck, having no clue what she was getting herself into. But she was very eager to get herself into it.
Everything inside of her kind of throbbed and ached and…fluttered.
Her lips remain firmly closed until he drew his tongue across the seam, back and forth until she just barely opened for him.
Everything about this strong, confident, hard-assed doctor had gone timid. Hesitant almost, but while she didn’t seem to know what to do with her mouth, she knew exactly what to do with her body.
She was no longer caged against the truck. She was leaning into him, pressing against him. Her fingers had curled around his arms and were holding on for dear life.
Ace didn’t know what to make of that, but he wasn’t in the presence of mind to give any time to analyze. He slid his palm back up her neck and cupped her cheek, tilting her head to get a better angle. Delving deeper into the sweet heat of her mouth, stroking her tongue with his. Forgetting where he was, forgetting who he was supposed to be pretending to be.
She pressed her hands against his chest, but it wasn’t a push. No, she drew her palms down his chest and his abs, exploring, tearing a groan from deep inside his throat.
Because if he didn’t sense any of that timidity in her mouth, he would be tempted not to drive her home, but to a dark corner somewhere and lose himself in the feeling of…her and being no one but the man with the privilege of having her.
But there was something not quite experienced about Lina’s kiss, and even in the haze of all that lust, it concerned him.
He drew away slightly, keeping his hands holding her head just as he wanted it. She blinked up at him, her mouth wet from his tongue, her eyes wide and intrigued and maybe a little desperate. He didn’t mind any of those things.
“I’m still not going to write you a doctor’s note,” she said breathlessly.
The laugh echoed out of him even though the last thing he felt like doing with laughing. But as unfunny as the aching hard on in his pants was, she was funny. She was some mix of a bunch of things he didn’t understand. All those math equations he’d failed to make sense of as a student—that was Lina McArthur.
“I guess I’ll have to work a little harder,” he said, once he found his voice.
Her pink tongue darted out and licked her lips. He groaned aloud and she cocked her head, looking at him with confusion etching her features. “What?”
“You apparently have no idea how erotic it is to watch a woman lick her lips.”
“Oh.” She cleared her throat, her fingers slowly uncurling from his arms, her body backing away and into the truck rather than his chest. “Ace… Maybe…”
He thought she was trying to bolt, so he finally let her face go. “I’m just going to drive you home, Lina. I promised that was all I was going to do.”
“You said you were going to kiss me.”
“I did kiss you.”
“Are you going to kiss me again?”
He brushed his thumb over her lower lip, still slightly wet from her tongue. Soft. There were some surprising areas of softness in her. A surprising innocence to her. He didn’t understand her at all. And mysteries always kept him coming back for more.
“Yes,” he said with a certainty that couldn’t be helped. One way or another, he would be kissing her again.
She seemed to consider that and he didn’t know if he liked the fact she wasn’t jumping up and down ready for more. But in the end, it didn’t really matter what he wanted.
“I guess you should unlock the door then,” she said, her cool in-charge tone back.
Ace grinned and fished the keys out of his pocket. Yes, he was going to kiss Lina McArthur again. And again. And again. And work up to more.
Chapter Five
L ina sat in the passenger seat of Ace’s truck, having no clue what she was getting herself into. But she was very eager to get herself into it.
Everything inside of her kind of throbbed and ached and…fluttered.
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