“Alicia. You’re beautiful.”
Especially when she got those two bright spots of color on her cheeks, adding to the overall effect of her slender body, small breasts, and beautiful long legs. Her dark hair, a little mussed, spilled over her shoulders, one curl teasing her right breast. He spread her legs and nudged between them, easing closer so he could play with that curl, teasing the swells of her breasts with it, watching them rise and fall with her heaving breaths. And when he bent to kiss the mounds, she let out a short gasp.
He lifted his head, studied her. She was breathing rapidly. “How long has it been for you?”
She took her bottom lip between her teeth, obviously deciding whether or not she wanted to tell him.
“About a year.”
He arched a brow. “That’s a long time.”
“I’ve been busy.”
He laid the heel of his hand against her *. Her mouth opened, and she moaned. “You should never be too busy to have sex.”
“I didn’t say I haven’t had an orgasm.”
He rubbed his thumb over her clit, soaking in her soft moan. “Giving them to yourself isn’t the same as having someone do it for you.”
“Don’t I know it.”
“I’ll take care of you tonight, Alicia. I’ll give you as many as you can stand.”
*
OH, GOD. GARRETT WAS GOING TO KILL HER, AND SHE was going to be dead before she could ever come. The way he talked to her in that low, sexy voice, making promises about giving her orgasms . . . She could die on the spot. Or just climax from his voice alone.
She pushed aside all reservations, that annoying voice in her head that told her they should be concentrating on Garrett’s recovery, that she was being unprofessional. She’d likely suffer a major guilt crisis—tomorrow.
Tonight, she was going to have him, though right now he was having her, drawing circles over her sex with his fingers. And he hadn’t even taken her panties off yet. Her body pulsed and she lifted her hips, arching toward the center of that pleasure.
All he had to do was keep rubbing her, and she’d come. It would be so easy. She was pent up and ready. After all, she’d been thinking about him, fantasizing about him, aching for him. It wouldn’t take much to send her right over the edge. Her body was an inferno, a tight knot of pent-up nerve endings just waiting to burst. A few caresses from his magic fingers and she’d get there.
Instead, he moved his hands over her hips, her belly, the intensity only getting worse as he rested his fingers on her rib cage, his gaze roaming over her body as if he’d never been with a woman before, when she knew damn well that wasn’t the case. But she had to admit, she liked the way he looked at her. It caused her breasts to swell and her sex to coil with need.
And when he rolled his hands over her breasts, she bowed back, offering them to his questing hands.
With one deft move, he released the clasp at the front of her bra and pulled the cups aside, baring her.
“So pretty,” he said, leaning forward to take one bud between his lips.
Watching her nipple disappear in his mouth was torture, the sensation arcing like hot lightning between her legs. She tingled all over, and she never did that.
Then again, she never did a lot of things, like fantasize about a man, invade his privacy by watching him get off, or jeopardize a patient’s recovery by getting personally involved. And she’d done—was doing—all of those things. It was like she was in some other woman’s body, a body she’d lost all control over.
And she’d given over control to Garrett, who masterfully pulled on her nipple, eliciting gasps she had no hope to hold back.
He let her nipple slide out of his mouth and lifted his gaze to hers, giving her the kind of wicked bad-boy smile that made her quiver in anticipation. And when he buried his head between her breasts and began a slow trek down her body with his tongue, she knew whatever he was offering, she wouldn’t want to miss a moment of it, no matter the consequences.
“You smell so good, Alicia,” he said, murmuring against her stomach as he snaked his tongue out to tease her navel.
She sighed, watching as he eased toward the top of her panties and pressed a kiss to her hip bone.
“I like your mouth there.”
He lifted his head. “You’re going to like my mouth a little lower in a minute.”
“How about now?”
His lips curved. “Impatient?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I want to make you scream.”