Black Listed(37)

She stared at him, wondering what was going through his mind. “No offense. I’m not sure I’m up to doing anything naughty with you tonight.”

His lips tugged up into a slight smile. “As your doctor, I’ll need to examine you fully. It’s my job to take care of you and ensure your comfort. I’m sure there are lots of ways I can do that without you having to expend any energy.”

All her breath expelled in one giant whoosh.

Doctor-patient role play.

He hadn’t forgotten how much she enjoyed it, although in the past, she’d played the doctor to his patient. It would be fun to see how he’d do acting out the other part. And with everything that had happened, he owed her an orgasm or three after leaving her high and dry at her office earlier.

Her blood heated, the fantasy rolling through her mind like a dirty movie. “Yes, doctor. I’m quite sore. Do you think you could help me?”

The skin around his eyes crinkled in humor. “Of course. Anything to help.”

His large hands settled on her hips, his fingers splayed wide, making her feel dainty and fragile. The dominance inside him quietly roared to life as he took over the scene, requiring her to relax and follow his lead. The tips of his knuckles brushed her bare skin as inch by inch, he slid her shirt up her rib cage. He did it as if she was a treasure he didn’t want to damage. His gaze remained focused on her exposed skin, his eyes darkening and narrowing as he bared more and more of her pale skin. He looked hungry for her. Starved. And yet he remained gentle, his touch a mere whisper on her heated body.

He whipped her shirt over her head and slid his hand up and down the length of her spine, eliciting a trail of goose bumps in its wake. Her nipples beaded against her bra, the fabric suddenly tight and uncomfortable on the hardened flesh. His gaze dropped to them, his tongue slipping across his lower lip as he stared and stared without doing anything, driving her mad. She ached for his touch on her breasts. Ached for his hot mouth to suction around her nipple. The wait was agonizingly wonderful because it would make the contact that much more intense.

She thought he’d undo her bra next, but demonstrating he was on his own timetable, his hands drifted to her pants. “Lift up,” he ordered, his voice raw and gritty.

Once she got to her knees, he eased her leggings down her thighs, exposing her soaking panties to his gaze. And there was no way to hide how incredibly wet she was for him. All he had to do was breathe, and her body prepared itself for his invasion. Welcomed him home, where it wanted to tighten around him and never let him go.

She’d thought him hungry for her before, but she saw the moment he realized how desperately she wanted him. Saw the way his hands clenched and his cock began swelling beneath his jeans, the huge outline of it like a present she couldn’t wait to unwrap. He was as desperate for her as she was for him.

Which made their agreement even more dangerous. It was one thing if she was in love with him, but if he fell back in love with her, how would she ever walk away from him again? And yet she couldn’t stop herself from taking everything he had to give her, too selfish to resist. She could play indifferent, maintain a controlled and detached manner even as they made love. And that’s what this was for her. Making love. Not fucking. Never fucking. Not even when he beat her with a cane or shared her with another. It was always about him. Their connection. Their love.

But after she’d deceived him, lied to him, left him . . . how could he love her?

He couldn’t. She was deluding herself. Forgetting that she wasn’t worthy of his love. But right now and for the next several days, she’d pretend that nothing had changed and that she was still his Annaliese. Annaliese Hayes. The only name she ever wanted.

Yanking her from her thoughts, he rubbed a finger over her panty-covered slit. “Seems to me this patient needs some relief. Or are you always this wet?” He pulled his fingers away and pressed them to his lips as if savoring her taste and smell.

“No,” she said, barely able to speak. “I’m aching inside for something big and hard to fill me. Know any remedies?”

He smiled with a slight upward curve of his lips, a sign that had previously meant he was planning something she’d never expect. “I can think of a few things.” He pushed her back onto the bed and removed both her pants and underwear before unsnapping her bra and exposing her breasts, leaving her naked while he remained completely dressed. “Lay back and put your head on the pillow. I need to get some items for your exam.”

Her arousal increased as she pondered what he’d do to her next. Obviously, he didn’t have any real medical tools here. Did he?