10. Chapter 10
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Gene reveled in the feel of Amanda’s curves against his hardening body. He thought he would die of a sugar high, tasting every bit of her delicious creations when what he really wanted was to taste her. He buried a hand into her hair and unraveled her bun. Silky strands cascaded down her back. He grabbed a fistful of it at her nape as he devoured her plump lips.
Vanilla and Amanda, perfect combination.
Her fragrance enveloped him, making him smile against her open lips. He delved further and felt the velvety texture of her tongue with his. Now she tasted just like the scrumptious vanilla pudding he’d just consumed off her fingers. His smile turned wicked. He couldn’t help himself when she’d innocently presented those fingers full of the sweet concoction.
Her soft hands eagerly wrapped around his neck. Gene hadn’t realized how much he’d wanted Amanda to touch him. When did this need for her sprout in the past forty-eight hours? From the first moment she’d opened her eyes after that crash, his instinct had been to keep her safe. But when she’d allowed him to comfort her, he hadn’t been able to step back to the other side of the ethical line. Now, that line no longer existed, not even a blurred shadow.
Gene gentled their kiss and dragged his mouth over her jaw to the spot under her ear and felt her quickened pulse beating against his lips. He growled at the intoxicating scent of her—butter, flour, and sugar—unable to control the urge to lap his tongue against her delicate skin for another taste.
A shudder went through her, along with a soft sigh.
“You’re not such a vanilla after all, are you?”
“Is that how I came across?”
Gene nipped at the base of her neck.
A deep moan rumbled in her throat when he traced his tongue along her collarbone. He almost reached the top of her inviting cleavage when Amanda grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled his head back so he’d meet her eyes. The green had disappeared as her pupils dilated with her arousal.
“I’m not the type of woman who falls into bed with a man on the first date,” Amanda told him in between heavy breaths.
“If I recall correctly, we already fell into bed together on our first night.”
Gene ran his hands down her spine to the swell of her ass, as he resumed dropping kisses on the top globe of her breasts peeking from the neckline of her dress.
Amanda laughed. “Not in the way I’m thinking.”
“Tell me what you’re thinking.”
Gene pivoted so her delectable behind rested against the edge of the prep table. He straightened to study her face, waiting for her decision on how far she wanted to take this.
“What are you thinking?” she returned the question.
“With you, my logic goes out the window,” Gene told her honestly. He toyed with the apron strings knotted in front of her waist. “I don’t want to think right now.”
He pulled the loose end and let them come undone.
Amanda watched the heavy fabric fall between them, then her gaze lifted to his.
“Me neither.”
In the next second, they crashed into each other, seeking the other’s heat, fitting their bodies together.
Never underestimate the power of manifestation.
Amanda shouldn’t want to giggle while Gene’s face was deep between her breasts, but he was exactly where she wanted him to be. Be gone the invisible boundary between them, the cautious touches of a doctor, and the restrained desire in his eyes.
The gentle Dr. Rowland had her simmering for the past forty-eight hours. This Gene Rowland who had let loose against his hold on his passion might scorch her with his heat. He reminded her of a wood-fired oven with its intense temperature that would turn raw pizza dough into perfection in mere minutes.
So am I the dough?
A chuckle escaped from her mouth. Amanda quickly clamped her lips. How the hell could she be comparing them to food right now?
Gene glanced up at her with a half-smile. “Wanna share what’s funny?”
“No.” Amanda shook her head.
“I must not be doing this right if you can still laugh.” Gene moved his lips back up to her collarbone and neck.
Before Amanda could respond, Gene squeezed her ass and pushed his pelvis against hers. She gasped as she could feel his hardness even through the fabric of his pants.
Oh, boy…
Gene recaptured her mouth, and his tongue took hers prisoner, rendering her mute. Her busy mind stopped thinking altogether as instinct took over. She opened her legs to allow him access to where she wanted—no, needed—him to fit.
Amanda barely registered the wispy brush of soft fabric against her legs until the rougher feel of Gene’s knuckles skimmed the inside of her thigh. Oh, this was better than her imagination. Having him holding her close, his mouth tasting her, his fingers exploring her.
Then he was there. His large hand cupped her, his thumb slowly stroking over her most sensitive area, over her panties. She quivered at the intimate touch. Craving more, she pushed herself against his hand.
“You’re damp for me, Amanda. Do you want more?” he asked.
Gene pulled his face back an inch so he could study her.
He ran a finger down the middle of her still covered vulva. God, she wanted to rip her panties off so she could finally feel him flesh to flesh.
As if he read her mind, Gene slipped a finger under the edge of her panties and caressed her already sensitized labia. Amanda’s breath caught in her chest as she anticipated more, but he seemed to enjoy watching her squirm with need.
For someone who took her from room temperature to I-could-bake-a-pizza-hot in a mere minute, he sure liked to take it slow now.
Amanda almost growled at him. “Yes.”
His lips twitched at her answer.
“But you don’t fall into bed on a first date.”
“And you don’t touch a patient. I’d say rules are pretty much out the window now.”
Amanda rolled her hips, forcing his fingers further inside her panties.
Gene held himself still. “First, you’re not officially my patient. Second, rules are important, or we’ll risk chaos.”
“I want to break my rule,” Amanda said.
Gene smiled at the exasperation on Amanda’s face. God, there wasn’t anything he wanted more at that moment than to bury himself inside of her. But was this how he’d want to make love to her for the first time?
Amanda deserved more than a fast, lustful bang. He hadn’t meant for them to go this far. But his need for her had spiked so hard when she kept feeding him her dessert.
I had to taste her.
Gene lowered his head and gently nipped her lower lip.
“Look at me,” he whispered as he pulled back. “We won’t break your rule tonight. But…”
He pulled her panties aside and slipped two fingers into her wet folds. Amanda inhaled in surprise at his boldness. Her hands gripped his back tighter.
God, she’s so hot and wet for me.
“Keep your eyes on me.” Gene watched her face as he spread her cream over her clit. “I want to watch you come. Can you do that for me?”
Amanda could barely squeak out an answer when he rubbed his thumb over her sensitive button. He could feel tremors running through her limbs and her eyelids shuttered.
“Amanda.” He kissed her forehead, while his hand lazily ministered to her needs. “Look at me.”
She struggled to open her eyes. When they did, her irises were dark to his satisfaction. Gene filled her with two fingers when his cock was straining against his zipper, begging to be freed.
“Oh!” Amanda moaned, but she kept her eyes on him.
“Come for me, Amanda.” Gene encouraged as he started a slow pump into her, combined with a light pressure on her clitoris each time he thrusted into her.
Her core burned, tightening around him as he changed up the rhythm. Her breathing came in audible pants, her shoulders tensed when a third finger joined the first two. He pulled out just to drive in deeper and faster. Knowing she was close, Gene focused his attention just where she wanted him. Steady and insistent, needing her climax as much as she did.
“Oh,” Amanda cried. “God!”
Her face, flushed in ecstasy, was the most beautiful thing Gene had witnessed for the longest time.
He smiled big. “Atta girl.”
Heart racing, breath suspended, muscles taut, Amanda saw the end of the tunnel.
“Come for me, Amanda,” Gene told her as he hit that right spot again and again and propelled her toward the finish line.
Oh, man. Here it comes.
Amanda cried out as her body went rigid at that momentous second before her whole being convulsed and fell into Gene’s arms. She gasped in a breath, filling her deprived lungs. With the fresh oxygen running back through her bloodstream, her brain function returned slowly.
What the hell just happened? Did I just come that hard on Gene’s fingers?
If she wasn’t flushed all over, she would’ve blushed profusely. She’d abandoned all sense of propriety and let a man she’d essentially only known for three days to finger screw her. In her place of business!
I have no regrets, though.
“Atta girl,” Gene whispered in her ear. She could hear the smile in his voice. The teasing line sent a new set of shudders through her body.
“You okay?” he asked as he slowly pulled his hand from her wetness, moved her underwear back into place, and gave her mound a soothing caress before leaving her.
Amanda was still catching her breath and unsure how to answer him.
I’m swell. Just perfect. I need to lie down, though.
She finally whispered, “You might’ve given me a heart attack.”
Gene stepped back so he could see her face. The automatic concern on his face was comical, but he quickly realized her lame joke. He laid his hand over her still racing heart.
“Your heart feels healthy and young,” he quipped. “But I should probably give you mouth-to-mouth.”
“You better, yeah. Just to be safe.” Amanda reeled him back to her for a kiss. A gentle kiss this time, the type to calm and ease the roaring blood.
“All better?” Gene asked when they broke away.
Though her legs still felt like liquid, Amanda felt more in control of her body now. She nodded and eased back to lean on the prep table, her eyes never leaving Gene’s face.
“Well, that kinda went out of hand, huh?” Amanda chuckled.
The half-smile on Gene’s face was what Amanda imagined a cat who got the cream would sport.
“On the contrary, I had it in hand.” He lifted said hand to his lips and slid the middle digit into his mouth.
Amanda’s lips fell open as she watched him taste her essence.
“Sweet with just a touch of tang and salt,” he said with a wink.
Her calming heart started palpitating again.
Down, girl.
She quickly looked away from his self-satisfied grin. She would never get a hold of herself if he kept looking at her that way.
“Are you getting shy on me?” Gene teased.
Amanda gave him a side-eye. “I’ll have you know I’m a proper southern lady.”
“And a proper southern lady can’t enjoy a bit of petting?”
“Oh, I enjoyed it. I just never expected it from you, a proper southern gentleman.”
“Right. You expected… what did you say earlier? A vanilla?” Gene said.
She scanned the tempting man from his mysterious dark slate eyes to his kiss-plumped lips, his now wrinkled shirt, down to the still hard as rock rod inside his pants.
“No offense to vanilla, because I love it. But there’s nothing vanilla about you at all,” Amanda admitted. She pushed off the table and stepped close to him. “Can I repay the favor?”
She ran her hand over his bulge.
Gene swallowed a low moan. “Hold that offer until after we have a proper date. Tonight, I just needed a taste of you, but you deserve better.”
Amanda laughed. “I was just kidding about the whole proper southern lady thing. I’m no debutante.”
“You still deserve more than a tumble over the kitchen table, darling.” Gene brushed a thumb over her jaw.
“I think it was hot.” Amanda pressed her lips to the inside of his hand.
“No more tempting me with sweetness tonight,” Gene smiled. “Let’s get you home. You’re still recovering from an accident.”
“Are you staying tonight?” she asked.
Gene chuckled. “What did I just say?”