Chapter 18

Chapter Eighteen

Josie’s breath hitched. “Yes, Doctor,” she said in a soft, obedient, aroused voice that made Houston want to grind his teeth in gut-twisting agony.

No need to worry about getting an erection again so soon. He was so hard he could harvest wheat by turning sideways.

Forget the bedroom. Fifteen feet was too far away. Josie had the most arousing effect on him. Even when he’d come, he hadn’t felt finished, had just wanted to eat and lick every inch of her over and over until she agreed to never leave.

Which was more than one night.

Damn it.

Houston shoved his jeans down hard. One more time. Then he had to let her go. Had to make her leave. But first he was going to make this last time count.

He reached for another condom while Josie, clearly guessing his intent, lay back down on the carpet, arms over her head, eyes bright with anticipation.

After discarding his briefs and rolling on the condom, he clasped her smooth knees, stroking over her warm flesh. Then dropped her pale legs open. Wide.

He held her so hard, when he moved his fingers he saw pink streaks on her flesh, and he coached himself to relax, to slow down.

But her nipples rose and fell as she breathed deep in anticipation, peeking at him from under long, fawn-colored eyelashes, and there was nothing relaxed about the way he felt.

Though her mouth was open a little, she didn’t say a word, and Houston marveled that he had actually made Josie go silent.

His mouth went dry as he stared at her inner thighs spread out for him, moist arousal on her flesh.

There, ready, waiting for him, to touch and taste and sink into.

“Josie,” he said tightly, bending over in front of her, kissing up the length of her thigh.

“Yes, Doctor?”

Oh, man, she was killing him with that. That teasing little breathy voice, sounding not one damn bit like she did in the OR. During surgery she was chatty, full of questions, and cheerfully muttering to herself through every task she did. It had always annoyed him no end.

This flirtatious shit she was doing now was way too appealing.

And he didn’t know what in the hell possessed him, but he said, “You might feel a little pinch...” before closing his lips around her clit and sucking.

“Oh,” she said, hips rising off the floor. “Oh, oh, Dr. Hayes.”

Clearly Josie wanted to play.

“Hold still,” he whispered against her dampness. “I’m almost done.”

He ran his tongue along the length of her, dipping inside her smooth folds, enjoying the way she jerked beneath him. One more greedy lick across her and he pulled back.

“There, all done.”

Her frustrated expression made him grin.

One hand reached out and stroked his chest. “I don’t feel any better,” she said. “Isn’t there something else you could do?”

He could think of a lot of things he could do. “Well, there is something, but it’s a rather drastic procedure.”

Goose bumps darted across her skin, and she wiggled under him, raising her hips in a blatant offer. “Some cases need aggressive measures.”

Houston could stare at Josie all day, just pet and worship her body twenty-four, seven. He loved the way her soft belly curved out, and rounded down to her hips. Loved the way her breasts fell, and the pale underside of her arm when it was raised above her head.

For months he had been attracted to her, fantasizing about her and trying to convince himself that he wasn’t. Now that she was here, lying on his floor, spread out for him like a sweet, wet treat, he found that no fantasy had prepared him for reality.

And he had been lying, or just plain stupid when he told her that one night was enough.

He didn’t think he could ever tire of running his fingers along her delicate flesh and listening to her little sighs of pleasure.

Of watching the corner of her mouth lift up in a smile, or her tongue reach out and dampen her plump bottom lip.

It was a habit of Josie’s he wasn’t even sure she was aware of.

“It’s that bad, is it?” he asked, pressing his tongue into her belly button, distracted and aroused and annoyed that she tempted him so completely to make such a total ass out of himself.

Bad, in an incredibly good way.

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