Doctor's Delight(13)

Her gaze flicked up to find him standing beside the bed gazing down at her. She couldn’t see his expression as he studied her, but she felt his gaze like a hot brand sweeping her overly-generous curves. It was almost enough to dampen her ardour, and she immediately sought to cover what she could, bending the leg closest to him instinctively, her arm coming across to hide her ample breasts from view.

“No.” The word was husky, a hint of a rasp in it. “Don’t cover yourself.”

Self-consciously she started to sit, but he planted his knee on the bed and came up, crawling across it sinuously like a giant cat stalking prey, his eyes feasting on her curves.

Unnerved, she stilled, her heart thumping as he reached out to place one hand on her knee, taking her wrist in his other hand to pull her arm away from her breasts. Moving to kneel upright beside her, he placed her wrist to the side, resting her hand palm-up on the bed.

And then he just looked his fill of her. It was small comfort to know he couldn’t see all her faults, but knowing he was looking at her basic shape made Cherry cringed inwardly. To have a specimen such as him look at someone like her before intimacy between them seemed somehow wrong.

Glancing away, she bit her lip, only to swing her disbelieving gaze back to his face when he murmured throatily, “Beautiful.” That warm palm slid down her thigh slowly. “Womanly. Soft. Rubenesque. The way a woman should be.” His voice was husky, and she could swear desire smoked through the deep tones.

There was no doubting the heat that pooled so low inside her as his hand slid further down her thigh. Bloody hell, Damien was one gifted lover, making her feel special. Beautiful. This was a time she was going to treasure forever.

Her heart thudded harder, nipples peaking as his fingers trailed lazily down the inside of her thigh while his gaze rose to her eyes. “How do you like a man, Molly Jones?”

Suddenly she wished he would call her Cherry, but it was too risky. Molly Jones she was at this moment, beautiful and seductive, and about to be filled with this specimen of hunk-hood. She swore she was going to kiss Susie every day for a long time after this night.

“How do you like to be loved?” he continued throatily. “Hard? Fast? Slow?” His fingers brushed the curls protecting her secrets and her breath caught. “Tell me how you like it, Molly Jones.”

That was the million dollar question because she really had no freaking idea. He was the expert here, not her. Maybe he thought she masturbated like a demented bunny and had some idea from self satisfaction. Wrong, or she wouldn’t be here.

Moistening her lips, she met his gaze boldly. “I’m in your hands, remember?”

A smile curved his lips. “Oh, love, that was just the right answer.”

She certainly hoped so, because it was the only answer she had for him.

Leaning forward, he braced his hand beside her shoulder and lowered his head until his lips hovered just above her mouth. “Open up for me.” His finger slid through the curls sheltering her mound to delve between the moist flesh of her labia, just as his tongue slid along the seam of her lips. “Both places, Molly Jones. Open to me.”

It was a seductive order that had the smouldering fires inside her leaping.

It was the masterful way he took her mouth and plundered the depths that had the fire flaring.

It was the sure way his finger slid through her moist flesh to toy with the little clitoris hiding high up that had the fire searing through her veins.

Lightening flared through her and her hips surged up of their own accord. Damien chuckled into her mouth, licking deep with his tongue while his finger found the opening to her body and slid inside.

Cherry couldn’t think, she could barely breath as his finger invaded virginal places that had never felt a man’s touch. The liquid heat washed through her, making his invasion so easy, and when he pulled his finger from her to slide the slickness against her perineum, she could only grab his shoulders and squeeze tight.

“You’re hot, baby.” His lips scorched a path across her mouth to her throat. “So sweetly hot.” The heel of his palm ground lightly down upon her mound, and she felt the splintering inside her.

Her breathing was almost ragged, her nipples peaking, and when he dipped his head and engulfed one hardened peak into his mouth, she thought she’d die. He sucked strongly, each pull at her breast plucking strings straight to her womb and beyond.





Chapter Three





Mellow with friendship, and more than a little foxed with whiskey, Rick hadn’t expected the surprise Tim had mentioned to be a woman with curves to make a man’s mouth water. Normally he wouldn’t bed a strange woman, but there was something about her that appealed to him in his slightly inebriated state.