his finger was enough to send her building lust into overdrive.
That was nothing compared to what it felt like when he began to use his tongue.
And that paled in comparison to when he wrapped his lips around the hardened peak and sucked. Hard.
Her back arched, and a sound she’d never made before rose, unbidden, from deep within, passing over her lips in an unintelligible form of, “Yes, more, please.”
Tangling her fingers in his hair, she writhed beneath him, shamelessly and breathlessly encouraging him. Seeing him take so much pleasure in her body, feeling that pleasure amplified everywhere, hearing her moans of enjoyment harmonizing with his, was incredibly hot.
When his hand slipped down into her panties, she vaguely wondered when he’d unfastened her jeans. When his skilled fingers touched her where she ached most, she thought she’d died and gone to heaven.
She was wet. So wet that he glided easily between her folds as she tilted her hips to get him exactly where she needed him. He obliged, and after several strokes, she felt the glorious penetration of one long, talented finger. He plunged and withdrew, using the palm of his hand in a synchronous kind of waving massage motion that was incredible.
Then, he added another finger.
With his lips sucking and nibbling each of her breasts and his fingers and hands doing absolutely magical things down below, she reached her peak quickly. He was right there with her, reading her body, somehow knowing exactly where to touch, exactly how much pressure to use, and when to stroke and flick to give her what she needed.
He took her to the edge and pushed her over, her body exploding in a spectacular climax, complete with bursts of light behind her eyelids and a momentary loss of hearing.
His passionate kisses became tender as he gently guided her back to earth. Eventually, her heartbeat slowed to normal levels, as did her breathing, but Tina wasn’t sure the rest of her would ever feel the same again.
“Wow,” she said when her ability to speak returned. “That was ...”
He lifted his fingers to his lips, licked, grinned, and said, “Best dessert ever.”
She grinned right back at him. “I don’t know. I think I need to sample a few things, too.”
His eyes went molten, but then he shook his head as if clearing it. “Not today.”
“What? Why not?”
“Because.”
“Because why?”
He fastened her jeans and carefully put her back together. “Because I want you to be sure this is what you want.”
She reached for the snap on his jeans. “Then, we’re good because I’m sure.”
He gently but firmly wrapped his hands around her wrists and stopped her. “Tina. Not today.”
“This hardly seems fair.”
“I know, but humor me, okay?”
It really didn’t seem fair. He did so much for her yet seemed reluctant to allow her to do anything for him, food sampling notwithstanding. It was highly inequitable and, in her opinion, contrary to the friendship-plus plan and not a proper way to go about forging a relationship. She told him as much.
“I didn’t see it that way,” he admitted, “but I can see your point. Doesn’t change my mind though.”
“Can you at least give me a better explanation than because?”
He considered that and then nodded. “Yes, but I’m not sure I should.”
“Why not?”
“Because it might change things, and I like the way things are going.”
She did, too, which was why she wanted them to continue. “Try me.”
He released her hands and took a deep breath. “All right. I really like you.”
So far, so good. “I really like you, too.”
“And I like doing things for you, especially things that help you or make you happy. I can walk away from that, feeling good, you know?” When she nodded, he continued, “But if I let you do things for me, I’m afraid I’m not going to be able to walk away, and I don’t want to put that kind of pressure on you.”
Her heart skipped. She understood exactly what he was saying because each time he did something for her, she lost another tiny piece of herself to him.
“Doc, I’m not going anywhere. And I don’t want to feel like I’m the only one who can’t walk away.”
His eyes darkened. “You can’t?”
She shook her head, willing him to see the truth in her eyes. “No. Nor do I want to. Trust me enough to let me in, the same way I’m trusting you. Okay?”
His response was to pull her against him, wrap his arms around her, and kiss her passionately. From the close