Healing Touch: Play Doctor, Book 2 (21 page)

Pausing his ascent, he skipped to her mouth once more. “I can’t go more than thirty seconds without tasting you.”

“I thought I was the slightly cracked one of this pair.” She dodged his flurry of loud smacking kisses as best she could.

“Maybe we both are. Who’s to say? I know one thing for sure,” he whispered as he stared into her eyes, maybe deeper below the surface. “I’m crazy for you, Brielle. Please don’t ever shut me out of your life. I’m sure things won’t be smooth sailing every moment, but we can work anything out if you’ll talk to me.”

“I got scared.” She looked at the ugly light fixture instead of at him.

“I know. Me too.” Luke covered her lips again. He really wasn’t kidding about this kissing addiction they both seemed to have developed overnight.

Prepared to make some smart-ass remark to ratchet down the intensity, she changed her mind when he licked her bottom lip, encouraging her to part for him. There really wasn’t any choice in the matter.

Brielle went lax, allowing him to lead wherever his heart—or destinations farther south—took them. A brush of his fingers over her breast inspired a moan.

“You’re not wearing anything under this are you?” He circled the hardened point of her nipple through the thin material. Next he repeated the gesture between her legs. “Or this?”

“Nope. It’s too hot for underwear.”

“You can say that again.” He shook his head. “Or better yet,
you’re
too hot for them.”

The need to move against him overwhelmed reason. She spread her legs, propping her heels on the edge of the table. Splayed before him, she invited him to take a taste by reaching down and stripping off her half-lifted top.

“Damn.” He bent down to kiss her breasts, plumping them with his broad hands so he could get the best vantage for his lips on her nipples. Despite the heat, she shivered when he sucked on first one, then the other. His tongue lapped at the crinkled skin around the peak, making her eyelids droop and her pussy clench.

Brielle fisted the cotton of his V-neck at the shoulder seams and tugged. The material slid up, partially covering his mouth. They both groaned when he pulled off her breast with a wet smack to discard his T-shirt.

His chest amazed her all over again. She recalled licking whipped cream from the valleys between his flexed abs. He reminded her of an action hero, but one with a sense of humor and brainpower so impressive he didn’t have to flaunt it.

A wicked grin spread over his face. “Thank you, Ms. Norris.”

Blushing, she averted her stare. “I hate that I’m so obvious to you.”

“You can’t tell exactly what I’m thinking right now?” He tilted his head.

“I mean, I can see you’re…” She waved a hand in the general direction of his crotch, where a thick bulge had distorted the front of his jeans.

“It’s more than that, Brielle.” He lifted one of her feet and kissed her ankle. “I’m so grateful you let me in. Tonight. At all.”

His hands glided ahead of his mouth, caressing her leg on either side of her knee and then up her thighs. When he reached the thin fabric of her shorts, he skipped to the waistband. Drawing soft lines along the edge, he kissed the sensitive spot behind her knee.

“You’re really good at this.” She gasped. “Show me what to do for you.”

“Enjoy. That’s all.” This time he sounded as though he’d run up her stairs all over again. He tucked his hands inside her shorts and tormented the skin below her belly button, just skimming the top of her mound and the trimmed hair there.

He rotated his hand, cupping her.

Brielle arched into his hold, pressing tight to his palm. His fingers curved, the tips taunting her, on the brink of penetration.

“Enough teasing.” Luke withdrew, making her cry out. She didn’t have to suffer long before he whipped the material away and appraised her, bare, laid out like a feast prepared in his honor.

He bent at the waist to kiss her. Though their bottom halves weren’t touching, she reveled in the press of his chest on hers. Halfway through the exchange, it stalled out. Luke lifted up a bit as though he were doing a pushup on the table. “Is this okay? I’m not scaring you, am I?”

It took her a second to reengage her mind. “Oh. Because you’re over me? I guess not.”

His smile encouraged her.

“I like the way you feel. Don’t stop, Luke.”

Chapter Thirteen

“You got it.” Along the way back to her mouth, he dallied. First, he dragged his parted lips over her shoulder then along her collar bone before meandering up her neck.

Brielle canted her head to grant him better access. She shivered, loving every instant he explored. When he discovered a particularly sensitive spot just below her ear, she cried out. Her entire body flexed and hummed.

Next thing she knew, her fingers had twined in his hair as she directed his talented tongue to exactly the right location.

He seemed to key in on her reaction, suckling lightly at first, then harder when they both came to the realization that she preferred a bit of sting along with the stimulation.

“You know,” Luke whispered as he paused to catch his breath. “If I keep this up, you’ll have to wear your hair loose or everyone will see my mark on you.”

“I’m certainly not ashamed of this.” She stroked his hair.

“Me either. I just thought I should warn you I’m about to paint the proof of our liaison on your skin.”

“Why does it sound like you like that idea?” Wonder added to the pleasure he conferred. He didn’t just
not mind
if people knew they were fooling around. He actually considered advertising it.

His possessiveness should have terrified her, a big-time turnoff. Somehow it was different, though, from the vile ownership Brad had deemed his right.

“I do. I’m so fortunate I can hardly believe it. A seriously lucky bastard.”

This was honor and glorification of a symbiotic exchange. Not an iron-fisted ruler branding his chattel. His consideration only enamored her further, placing her fully under his spell.

“Do it.” Brielle gulped when he surrounded her throat with his long fingers, positioning her.

“You’re sure you don’t mind being mine?” The pad of his thumb swept over her parted lips.

“Not if you’re mine too.” A fierce urge overcame her when he peered into her eyes.

“For as long as you’ll keep me.” Luke shocked her by placing his compulsion on hold. He released her then lunged forward, bracing himself above her and inclining his chin to offer himself for her indulgence.

Brielle bit her lip instead. “I feel like a vampire.”

“A sexy vampire?” he chuckled.

“Gross. Drinking blood is not my thing.”

A strangled laugh gushed from him. “I thought all girls were into that crap, aren’t they?”

“I prefer doctors.” She applied her mouth to the vulnerable area over his carotid artery.

“Harder, Cookie.” Luke presented himself more fully, pressing against her open mouth. “I want something that won’t fade quickly. Something that lasts.”

His wishes vibrated her lips and thrilled her, inside and out.

Happy to oblige, she dedicated herself to kissing him, suckling the salt and night air from his skin. If only it was as easy as this to guarantee their future. Maybe after tomorrow’s session, he’d change his mind. If so, he’d have one hell of a hickey to remind him of the promises he’d made and broken.

Brielle rubbed the flat of her tongue over the spot, soothing it before she withdrew, grinning.

“I bet I can do better.” He devoured her smug smile in an exhibition of what was to come.

She couldn’t believe just an hour ago she had been moping, convinced she’d never experience this rush again. And here they were. She hoped she never had to go without his brightness.

When she tapped on his shoulder, he disengaged with a groan. Tipping her chin up, she enticed him to put his boasting to the test.

Pressure developed into an almost-pain that was really a gluttony of rapture. She writhed on the table, causing the uneven legs to skip and the surface to rock.

“Oh my God. What are you, part Dyson vacuum?” Brielle squirmed, trying to get closer or put some distance between them, she couldn’t say.

“Hold still.” Luke’s murmur garbled due to his mouthful of her neck. He banded his hands around her waist and forced her to comply.

She jerked, but couldn’t escape. Though she tried to elude his grasp, she couldn’t. Her breathing went spasmodic and she clawed at his back.

But just as he recognized that he’d tripped her panic button and began to retreat, something else in her gave way, venting all the terror and combined yearning. A barrage of sensation rained down on her. She flew apart, shattering into a million dazzling shards. Surprised, both of them simply rode out her orgasm, staring directly into each other’s eyes.

“Oh, Cookie.” He finally came back to life, blanketing her then peppering her with a mix of sweet and fiery kisses, caresses and hugs. “I get it now. You’re scared of yourself.”

“Wh-what?” Shudders still racked her as the ecstasy continued in endless waves that only grew again as he petted her.

“We can talk later.” His grin seemed fit for the big bad wolf. “I know exactly how to help.”

“You do?” Flames scorched her from the inside out. Her release had triggered more need, more sensation. More of everything.

“Uh huh.” He stood up sharply, making her whimper and reach for him. “Don’t worry, I’m sure as shit not leaving now.”

He only went far enough to unbutton his jeans then rip the zipper down. Kicking out of the denim left him naked. Apparently, it was too hot for him to wear underwear too.

His cock bobbed, hanging long and low as the heavy weight of his erection dragged it down against his thigh. Another few seconds and he’d taken a condom from his back pocket, ripped it open and rolled the thin latex over his length.

“That was amazing, Brielle.” He notched the fat head of his dick at her entrance. “I’ve never been so damn turned on. I’ve seen women who could do it from pain, sensual whippings, or breast play, but not bondage. A woman who can come just from being restrained… God!”

“Don’t forget the neck thing.” She felt less like a freak when she detected the awe in his tone.

“That wasn’t what pushed you over the edge and you know it.” He inserted himself deep inside her with one long, smooth shove that joined them completely.

She winced.

“Still sore from the other night?” He paused.

“Not enough to stop.”

“No chance of that.” He folded over her. “But I could go slow. Gentle. Take you to bed and make love to you for hours.”

“Don’t you dare.” She bit his shoulder. “Fuck me, Luke. Now.”

“It wasn’t enough, was it?” His pelvis ground against hers, stimulating her clit.

“Not even close.” She attempted to retain a shred of dignity by refusing to beg for more. She’d never been insatiable before. He didn’t make her ask.

Luke stood up straight, wrapping his hands around the tops of her thighs. He used their angle, spread around his hips, to ensure leverage as he tugged her to the brink of the table.

Her hands splayed on the painted white wood, which she’d refinished herself to hide years of scratches, water stains and other abuse. A little touching up could do a world of good, she’d found.

“I won’t let you fall.”

Secure in his grasp, she relaxed, allowing him to plow deeper on his next series of thrusts. From his new angle, he could screw her relentlessly. Deep, hard and exactly as she needed in that moment to banish the last of her fears—both of losing him and of the ghosts of her past.

Every inch of him was used to best advantage in this position. She couldn’t believe how deeply she felt him prodding her, rubbing the undulating walls of her pussy from the inside. He reached every ache and massaged the rings of muscle clasping around his intrusion.

Brielle’s legs hooked over his hips, drawing him closer. Her heels rested on his ass, loving the clench of his powerful muscles as he rode her. Not with brute force, but with authority. Controlled and directed momentum ensured this would go down in her personal history book as the best sex of all time.

She didn’t know how it would be possible, but she hoped he continued to destroy that record time and time again. Looming above her, he looked like the Greek king he’d sung of in the suite’s opulent bathroom earlier in the week. No, he was Apollo—sharing sunrays, medicine, knowledge and poetry with mere mortals like her.

Luke probably would have laughed if he could have read her thoughts. Fortunately, he seemed pretty intent on what he was doing instead. He bent his knees and changed his angle slightly. The upward arch of his hips had her eyes rolling back in her head and her spine bowing.

“Oh, anatomy classes.” He grunted. “My favorite part of med school. Probably why I decided to stick with psychology instead of psychiatry after all, huh?”

“Well, you’re putting them to good use now.” A dead-on plunge connected him with someplace inside her she knew no one had ever reached before. Surely she would remember something that felt like
that
.