Playing Doctor by Jan Meredith Page B

his mouth dry after all, and cursed himself for not taking her up on the offer for a drink.
    Taking her hand, he brought her to stand closer to the bed. When she turned to him, he pulled her in. “Tell me what you like.”
    Her gaze dropped to his mouth. “Kissing. I like the way you kiss.”
    “My pleasure.” He nudged her lips open, slid his tongue in to rub against hers in a way that was blatantly sexual, purely carnal. When she gave it a small, quick suck, he dragged his mouth from hers, gulped in air.
    “You’re killing me,” he groaned. He rested his forehead against hers, which gave him an enticing view of her cleavage. “I’d like a slow death, please.”
    Gabe ran his finger along the inside of the lapel of her jacket. He could see the faint cleft of her breasts, then flicked open the top button to reveal a little more. When she reached up and began to work at the buttons, he stopped her. “Let me,” he murmured. “It’s been driving me mad all day, wondering what you’re wearing under there, and how to talk you out of it.” Her mouth formed a surprised little “o”. Had no one ever told her how damned sexy she was? He’d take care of that tonight.
    He was a man who appreciated the total woman, her mind as well as her body, but now, with Beth all warm and pliant, all he could think about was peeling her out of that little blue suit and getting her naked.
    Unwrapping her like the gift she was, Gabe slowly peeled away each layer with fingers that trembled with the need to rush, with the want to savor. Her jacket fell from her shoulders, revealing lavender silk and black lace designed to tease and torment a man to insanity. Reaching around, Gabe unhooked her bra and slid it down her arms. The lace clung to the tips of her breasts, as if reluctant to give up such a precious prize, then joined the jacket on the floor. Her nipples stood high, swollen and needy. He ducked his head and licked one before sucking it into his mouth, then gave equal care to its twin. A soft moan of pleasure rose from her throat and almost robbed him of his resolve to go slow. With a final flick of his tongue, he released the soft mound.
    Kneeling, Gabe ran his hand over the firm curve of her ass. He found the zipper at the back of her skirt, slid it down. Beth shimmied her hips and the fabric pooled at her feet. Resting her hand on his shoulder to steady herself, she kicked the fabric aside.
    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