but he swore as his knees popped. He ripped his shirt off.
The bruises spanned his entire body, tracing dark and purple, just the right color to set off warning bells in my head. This wasn’t good. Every movement agonized him. Jude gritted his teeth as he slipped my pants low. His shudder was not from pleasure.
“You’re really hurting,” I said. “I took an oath that says do no harm.”
“I’m not feeling pain, Doc,” he whispered. “Just the opposite.”
“I can’t make you do this.”
“Who says you’re making do anything?”
His arm looped around me. I hardly recognized the growl in his voice, but it was a welcomed side to a hidden, mysterious part of his personality. His kiss stole my protests, but it couldn’t hide his flinch. There was no way I’d make him bend and move and pleasure me at his expense.
“You need ice, not sex,” I whispered.
“And you need to come on my tongue.” The words shocked us both. “I rather taste your heat than ice myself down…and I know just how to do it.”
Jude slipped my pants lower, lower, lower, until I stepped from the material and stood before him.
Only one set of panties. I should have followed my own advice.
He curled a finger as he returned to the couch. “Take those off and come here.”
I’d follow him off a cliff if he promised to touch me on the way down.
Jude rested on the couch, and the relief coursed through his expression. His eyes darkened as he watched me, impatiently waiting for me to follow his order.
A strip tease?
He stared at me, hungry and waiting. Jude wanted me as badly as I wanted him. I didn’t take my eyes from him. I dipped my fingers into my panties and ignored the swelling low in my once-flat belly. I pushed the material away as quickly as I could without tangling myself in the cotton.
I revealed everything to him
Every fold. Every secret. Every slickened part of me that wetted for him and only him. Jude studied all of me, feasting with his eyes.
He curled his finger for me to approach.
Somehow, my feet moved. I drew near him, but I wasn’t ready. Jude grabbed my waist and pulled me closer.
Onto the couch?
No! Onto him!
I gasped as he laid down and rested me on his chest. This wasn’t what I thought would happen. I straddled him. Jude’s hands tugged me higher.
Towards his face.
“Oh, wait…” I gripped his chest. “I…I don’t think.”
“Easiest way for me to taste you.” His voice almost muffled on my legs.
“But…But I’m…”
“Never done it this way before?”
I untwisted my ankle and plunked down onto his chest.
I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.
“You want me to…”
Jude grinned. “You want me to take it easy. I want you to come. I’m not gonna disregard a doctor’s orders…not when there’s an easier way.”
“But’s it’s so…”
“Sexy?”
“Naughty.”
Ten minutes ago, I’d never have imagined me naked in front of Jude. Now he wanted me to sit on his face? Where he’d be able to hold me, lick me, taste me, take me without even moving?
“Come here.” His voice was a soft command. “You set the pace. You tell me what you want. I’ll do anything that makes you feel good.”
“But you’ll be…” I swallowed. “Close to me.”
“That’s the best part, Doc.”
He tugged on my hips.
Oh, this was a bad idea.
Thoroughly humiliating. Absolutely shameful. Entirely immodest.
I never had sex with the lights on, and he expected me to spread my legs over his face and offer every last part of me for his tongue?
His hands curled over my waist. He pulled me close, and my knees pressed into the couch on either side of his head.
Was I trembling, or did my heart pound hard enough to cast me off balance?
I couldn’t do this. It was too embarrassing to have Jude Owens near me, staring at me—
Tasting me.
The first swipe of his tongue teased my petals with the broad heat of his mouth.
The second series of flicks batted at the most sensitive part of my clit, unshielded and exposed for the delicate, gentle caress of his kiss.
The third lap of his tongue abandoned pretense halfway through. His lips sealed around my nub.
He suckled.
And my hips bucked forward in utter ecstasy.
“Oh my God.”
If Jude responded, his words were muffled in my own slit. Vulgar. Immoral.
This was, without a doubt, the sexiest thing I had done in my life. He had access to every part of me. My folds opened, and he twisted his tongue within my petals. Shocks of delight thrilled me…and