bodily contact, she could feel that he was still aroused. She reached between them and stroked him through his jeans, eliciting a groan.
“So, in a show of good faith, how about letting me do something about this?”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Doc
The woman made it damn hard to refuse. Not only had she provided a convincing, logical case, but giving her pleasure had him walking the razor’s edge between self-control and the desire to plunge deep into her body and make her his.
She didn’t wait for him to answer. Taking full advantage of his hesitation, she quickly undid his jeans. He found himself hissing at the feel of her hands pushing his pants down over his hips. Before he knew it, she was on her knees and humming in approval.
Doc called upon every last thread of discipline he had, looking up at the ceiling and searching for the strength to remain still as she stroked, fondled, and explored. His eyes closed in bliss, then snapped open when he felt her spreading the baked dessert on him.
She grinned wickedly, holding his gaze as she extended her tongue and began to lick at him just as he had done to her. His hands threaded into her hair—something to hold on to while she cast her special brand of magic.
The woman was relentless, doing amazing things with her hands while loving him with her mouth. He was already so worked up that it didn’t take long before his thin thread of control was ready to snap.
“Tina.” The single word was a strangled warning.
Instead of backing off, she doubled her efforts, sucking harder, grasping firmer, stroking faster. He didn’t stand a chance, and before long, he was no longer capable of holding back.
Afterward, she treated him with the same gentle care that he had her—with soft kisses and tender strokes—before pulling up his jeans and tucking him away with a satisfied and triumphant smile. It—she—was perfect.
“Well?” she asked smugly.
He pulled her close and touched his forehead to hers. “Woman, you have no idea what you’ve just done.”
Her grin widened. “What have I done?”
He lightly smacked her ass. “You know exactly what you did. You’ll never get rid of me now.”
She laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her body fit so perfectly against his. “Good. At least now, we’re on the same page. But I should be going.”
Doc didn’t like the idea of her driving around the back roads alone after what happened. “Are you sure you can’t stay?” He leaned down and pressed kisses to the tender spot below her ear.
“Tempting, but no.” She cupped his face with her hands and said earnestly, “I’ll be fine.”
“Someone shot at you.”
“Someone shot at my tire and only after I started chasing them.”
“Yeah, don’t do that again.”
She went up on her toes and kissed him, then stepped out of his embrace. “It’s sweet that you care.”
He grunted and grabbed his keys. She had no idea how much he cared or the lengths he was willing to go to keep her safe.
“Where are you going?” she asked, raising an eyebrow in question.
He was going to make sure she got home safely, that was what he was going to do. What he said was, “I need to pick up a few things in town.”
Her lips quirked. “You do, huh?”
“Yes.”
The quirk grew into a grin. She was so onto him.
* * *
After returning from town with a bag of groceries he didn’t really need, his body was still humming as he made his way over to the main building. He was doing his best to remain cautiously optimistic.
He wasn’t a fool. He knew that, in her eyes, he looked pretty good. She was going through some stressful times, and he was there for her, bringing her soup, lending a sympathetic ear, and most recently, giving her pleasure. He was also someone her overbearing brothers didn’t approve of, which added the allure of rebellion.
But would it last beyond the novelty?
For him, the answer was yes. Tina was different. She’d captured his instant and immediate attention, and that showed no signs of changing. If anything, he was becoming more invested every day. And after today? Well, he hadn’t been kidding about not being able to walk away.
For her? Only time would tell.
In the meantime, he’d take whatever she was willing to give him and hope that the inexplicable force that kept drawing him to her was working on her as well.
He set a course for the war room, his intent to use the slick