Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Josie figured it was just her luck that she’d fall in the midst of staving off an orgasm and bring a bike down on herself. The scratch on her leg stung, but she hardly noticed, too busy enjoying the look on Houston’s face.
Despite her babbling, and her constant supply of stupid human tricks, Houston was attracted to her. More than attracted. He was on the verge of foaming at the mouth, which made her feel sexier than she’d ever had in her life.
And speaking of his mouth. What he could do with it should be taught to all men on their twenty-first birthday. He deserved some kind of commendation on behalf of all women for those maneuvers, and she would be the one to present him with his prize.
He was leaning over, his black hair descending between her legs as Josie realized he meant to honor her request. Suddenly changing her mind, she scooted back out of his reach before he could get to her.
One more touch and she was going to combust, and she didn’t want things to end anytime soon.
Tomorrow would be too soon, let alone sixty seconds from now.
“Where are you going?” He was stalking her, moving forward on his hands and knees, backing her into the wall, looking powerful and determined.
They hadn’t yet made it out of the hall, and Josie hit the cool wall with her back and pressed her hands across her breasts, suddenly aware how uneven their state of undress was. Just why was she naked and he was wearing everything?
She clamped her legs together. “Take your shirt off, Houston.”
He did without question, leaning back on the balls of his feet and dragging it over his head in one quick motion.
“Oh, wow.” Damp panties still clinging to her, she moaned. Because he was incredible, every toned and tanned inch of him. Biceps not bulky but strong and powerful, chest with just a smattering of dark hair dead center.
“Just to warn you,” he said, standing up, moving his hand towards her head.
“Yes?” Josie sucked in her breath. He was going to guide her mouth down onto him, she was going to take his jutting erection between her lips and lick like crazy...
“Don’t move, there’s a shelf right next to your head.”
“What?” Distracted, Josie let him pull her forward and up. She half turned to see a collection of personal photos propped on two shelves inches from her head.
That’s all she needed was to send his snapshots the way of his bike.
But Houston didn’t look concerned. Urgent was a better way to describe him.
He started pulling her down the hall to his living room with long single-minded strides, hand clamped on her wrist. Houston fascinated her, a complex and controlled man, and she was seeing more and more facets of him.
So far all of those facets pleased her, particularly the one that seemed to think she was a goddess naked.
Which made her want to see what other reactions she could get from him.
So when he stopped in front of his couch and turned back to her, she bent over, stretching the tips of her fingers to her ankles.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Houston’s voice was outraged, tight, and oh-so-turned-on.
Just right. “I told you I couldn’t touch my toes. But I didn’t really know that for a fact. I’m just checking. Close, but not quite.” She was a little breathless as she bounced, straining towards her feet, her breasts tumbling down her belly.
Denim hit her behind, rocking her forward. His erection slid right between her cheeks.
“You look so sweet and cute, but you know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?”
Hands on her waist, he started to grind her backside against him, and Josie gave a gasp of approval. “I’m not doing anything.”
“You’re playing games with me, aren’t you, you little tease?” He was nibbling her shoulder as he pressed against her, hot and hard. “Want to be spanked, do you?”
She’d forgotten about that. Her hand strolled around to her unreachable behind, covered as it was by him.
Somehow she had no trouble picturing him carrying through with his threat.
A little turned on and shocked by her own reaction, she tried to pull away, but he held her tight.
“No, Houston, that’s not what I meant. I was just teasing. ”
Something she didn’t think Houston was subjected to very often, at least not at the hospital. So she wasn’t sure if he was teasing in return or was ass-smacking serious.
One hand holding her breasts, the other cupping her mound, he pulled her back, securely held to him, the denim of his jeans soft on her hot skin. “So you admit you were playing the tease then? Fine, I won’t give you a spanking. But if you want to play games, we should try doctor instead.”
Oh, God. She went still, afraid to move, afraid she might have an orgasm with his fingers just moving across the front of her moist panties and his erection nudging into her backside. He was fondling her nipples with careless abandon and she ached everywhere for him.
Her stethoscope fantasy leapt into her head. “Doctor? I guess you’d be good at that.”
He kissed the back of her neck—slow, hot presses that sent shivers down her spine.
“I’m very good at it. So here’s how we’ll do it, since we’re both doctors. You show me yours, then I’ll show you mine, and we’ll take turns diagnosing each other.”
Josie wiggled against him, unsatisfied and impatient, sorry she had bent over in the first place. Without her ill-timed teasing, he might be inside her already. “Do you have insurance?”