19. Chapter 19
nineteen
Between the steam of the hot water and Amanda’s voluptuous body molding into his, Gene was almost feverish with need. She leaned her head back over his shoulder, freeing the long column of her neck for him to feast on. There was no reining in his desire for her tonight.
Gene bit the fleshy base where her neck and shoulder met, marking her as his. Yes, she was his, whether or not she understood it.
He hadn’t had such an overwhelming urge for a woman he couldn’t tame down. Whatever lust he’d ever felt, he’d never had an issue setting it aside. A pretty face or a beautiful body had never been a threat to his integrity as a doctor—until Amanda Garner.
Amanda moaned huskily when he rolled her nipples between his fingers. She covered one of his hands and tried to force it down where she desperately wanted to be touched. But he had something else in mind. He turned Amanda around to face him, then released her.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her eyes glassy with passion.
“You want me to touch you?”
“Yes.”
A corner of Gene’s mouth rose in a half-smile.
“Then let’s see what a good girl you are.”
Amanda’s chest rose in anticipation.
“I can be good up to a limit. As long as you reciprocate when it’s your turn.”
Gene chuckled as he backed her up to the wall.
“I don’t think you understand the role here. You’re not supposed to be negotiating.”
“I’m more interested in equal opportunity than being a yes-master-girl,” she challenged with a smile. “You give, I give. You take, I take.”
“Sounds good to me.” Gene kissed her mouth. “I go first. I’ve been needing to get a full taste of you since the night at Sanctuary.”
He trailed kisses slowly down her chest, giving her twin peaks quick attention before proceeding down the midline of her abs, down to the apex of her light curls. Her scent mingling with the vanilla fragrance of the soap intoxicated him.
He ran the tip of his tongue over her groin, eliciting chills down her spine to settle low in her belly. Despite the water raining over them, her dew clung to the soft lips of her vulva. He licked at her seam, feeling her essence on his tongue, and he dove in, hungry for her.
Amanda Garner’s pie was the best he’d ever tasted, Gene fleetingly thought with a smile on his face. He could feast on her all night and be content. Hearing her unrestrained moans egged him on. His cock was tight in anticipation of taking over his tongue’s place in tonight’s battle of the will.
Suddenly, Amanda ran her hands through his hair, then pulled him away from his meal, forcing him to look up at her.
“Equal opportunity, Gene.” Amanda flicked the water off and slipped around him to get out of the tub. After kicking open her robe and his towel on the floor, she pulled him down with her. “What part of equal opportunity don’t you understand? You give, I give.”
She pushed him down to the floor before settling on top of him.
“Christ!” Gene groaned as Amanda’s hot mouth enveloped the head of his cock.
Gene pulled Amanda’s hips over his mouth and resumed his interrupted feast. He was a big supporter of equality, after all.
Gene in real life was better than her imagination could muster.
Am I a good girl now, Gene? Amanda mused while her lips sealed over his flesh to create a powerful suction.
Her hand wrapped around the base of his rigid cock, while the other teased his balls. Giving him pleasure as well as he was giving made Amanda even hotter. Whatever type of woman he thought she was, she was also a hot-blooded woman with need. She wouldn’t pretend to be what other people might think of her.
Not behind closed doors with him. Not at this moment.
Tonight, she would love him with her body. Tomorrow, she would see what her heart would decide. She’d fallen for Gene Rowland easily as a teenager. The woman needed to be more careful with her heart.
But this… tonight… I can give him tonight.
Amanda’s legs turned to molten wax with the way Gene skillfully lapped at her as if she was the tastiest dessert he’d ever had. She wasn’t sure she could keep up, but she had her own trick. She lowered her fingers and brushed lower over that secret sensitive area under a man’s balls, making him shudder under her.
Gene whipped her around and under him. His eyes were feral on her. His voice a low growl when he spoke.
“You can’t touch a man like that and expect him to last.”
“Isn’t it the whole point?”
Amanda licked her lips as she wrapped her arms around him.
“I wanted you to come for me first.”
He kissed her mouth gentler than she expected him to.
“I want to come around you,” she told him.
“Let me take care of you first.”
“Why don’t we take care of each other?”
Amanda guided him to her entrance.
“Damn, Amanda,” Gene said through gritted teeth as he slowly buried himself in her. “You are perfection.”
Perfection was an apt word to describe how he felt inside her. She couldn’t respond, but moaned and dug her nails into his shoulders.
He pulled back with excruciatingly measured speed, then slammed back into her, repeating a rhythm that made her heart pound in her chest, until her whole body screamed in euphoria as it peaked.
Gene let out a groan as Amanda’s warmth surrounded his cock in a velvety grip. The exquisite sensation of her climax shot him over the edge as he struggled to keep him from exploding inside of her. There was nothing he’d like more than to share that moment of physical acuity with her.
Cursing under his breath, he extracted himself at the last second before letting himself go.
He dropped onto his forearms, resting his head on Amanda’s heaving chest. Her arms wrapped around his back while their legs entwined, pulling their bodies flushed together.
Gene kissed the inside of her breast. “Christ… Amanda, you…”
She chuckled when he couldn’t come up with the rest of his sentence.
“I’m what? Sensational? Out of this world?”
Gene pushed up to look her in the eye. “Unexpected.” He kissed her lips softly. “This mouth, sensational.” He nudged her crotch with his. “And this, out of this world.”
The undercover minx smirked. “You’re pretty amazing yourself.”
Gene could stay there forever, but belatedly realized they were lying on the bathroom floor. He shook his head in disbelief, pulling Amanda off the wet robe and towel.
“We’ll make it to the bed next time.”
“Beds are overrated.” Amanda turned the shower back on. “We have to clean ourselves again, anyway.”
“Very logical and efficient.” Gene laughed as he followed her back under the spray.