away. «You being gay?
Not at all.»
«Because it would make you feel safer, right?»
«And because I'm open-minded. As a physician, I have a pretty good grip on how no matter our
preferences, we're all alike on the inside.»
Well, the humans at least. She sat down on the bedside and pushed her hand up his leg again. As
she got closer to his arousal, his breath caught and the hard length twitched. While his hips
swiveled she looked up. He'd bitten down on his lower lip, his fangs cutting into the soft flesh.
Okay, that was really…
None of her business. But, man, he must be running a really hot fantasy about Red Sox right
now.
Telling herself this was just a garden-variety sponge-bath situation, and not believing the lie for
an instant, she drew her hand over his abdomen, up past the swollen head of him, and down the
other side. As the very edge of the washcloth brushed up against his sex, he hissed.
So help her, God, she did it again, going slowly up and around him and letting the erection get
stroked just a little.
His hands tightened on the sheets, and in a low rasp he said, «If you keep this up, you're going to
find out just how much I have in common with a human man.»
Good Christ, she wanted to see him-No, she didn't.
Yes, she did.
His voice dropped deeper. «Do you want me to orgasm?»
She cleared her throat. «Of course not. That would be-«
«Inappropriate? Who's going to know? Just you and me in here. And frankly, I could use some
pleasure right about now.»
She closed her eyes. She knew on his side none of this was about her. Plus it wasn't as if she was
going to jump on the bed and take advantage of him. But did she really want to know how good
he looked as he-
«Jane? Look at me.» As if he controlled her eyes, they rose slowly to meet his. «Not my face,
Jane. You're going to watch my hand. Now.»
She complied, because it didn't occur to her not to. And as soon as she did, his gloved palm
released its death grip on the bedcovers and fisted his thick arousal. In a rush, the patient's breath
left him, and he ran his hand up and down his shaft, the black leather a stark contrast to the deep
pink of his sex.
Oh… my … God.
«You want to do this to me, don't you?» he said roughly. «Not because you want me. But because
you wonder what it feels like and what I look like when I come.»
As he kept up with the stroking, she numbed out completely.
«Don't you, Jane.» His breathing started to quicken. «You want to know what I feel like. What
kind of noises I make. What it smells like.»
She wasn't nodding her head, was she? Shit. She was.
«Give me your hand, Jane, Let me put you on me. Even if you're only clinically curious, I want
you to finish me off.»
«I thought… I thought you don't like humans.»
«I don't.»
«So what do you think I am?»
«I want your hand, Jane. Now.»
She didn't like being told what to do by anyone. Men, women, didn't matter. But when a husky
command like that came out of a magnificent male animal like him… especially as he was lying
sprawled before for her, fully aroused… it was pretty damn close to undeniable.
She'd resent the order later. But she would follow it now.
Jane put the washcloth in the bedpan and couldn't believe she extended her hand toward him. He
took what she offered, took what he'd demanded she give to him, and pulled it forward to his
mouth. In a slow, savoring draw, he licked up the center of her palm, his tongue a warm, wet
drag. Then he took her flesh and put it to his erection.
They both gasped. He was rock hard and hot as flame and wider than her wrist. As he kicked in
her grip, half of her wondered what the hell she was doing and the other half, the sexual part,
came alive. Which made her panic. She clamped down on the feelings, using the displacement
honed by years of being in medicine… and kept her hand right where it was.
She stroked him, feeling the soft, fine skin move over the stiff core. His mouth broke open as he
undulated on the bed, and the arching of his body took her eyes on one hell of a ride. Shit . . . He
was pure sex, totally undiluted by inhibitions or awkwardness, nothing but a gathering storm of
orgasm.
She looked down at where she was working him. His gloved hand was so damned
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