The crappy mood that had been plaguing her instantly lifted. Doc had that effect on her.
Figuring she had a good thirty minutes before he arrived, she took a quick shower, ensured she was completely stubble-free, and then applied the cocoa, coconut, and orange butter to her skin. It soaked in almost instantly, leaving her skin soft, smooth, and delicious, if she did say so herself.
Doc made good time. She’d barely thrown on leggings and a brushed cotton tee when he knocked on the door.
He took one step inside her cottage, wrapped her in his arms, and told her she smelled fantastic.
“It’s a new product I’m working on, and you’re the inspiration.”
“I am?”
“I enjoyed our taste-testing so much that I decided organic body edibles were the way to go. I did some online research, and the stuff that’s available is all chemically—”
She didn’t get to finish that statement. The steamy kiss that followed made her especially glad she’d done the extra prep. Judging by the damp ends of his hair and the lingering scent of shaving cream on his skin, he’d done a bit himself.
“You taste as delicious as you smell.”
“That’s the idea.”
The gold flecks in his eyes flashed at her. “Ready for that massage?”
“So ready. But good manners require me to offer you food or a drink first. Do you want anything?”
“Just you.”
She grasped his hand and led him to her bedroom.
“What’s all this?” he asked, taking in the scented candles and the soft, barely audible ocean sounds coming from her white-noise machine. His eyes widened when his gaze landed on the open jars of body butter in various trial flavors and the foil packets beside them.
“I figured we might as well make it a full sensory experience.”
She’d barely gotten the words out before he was using his larger, stronger body to back her toward the bed. Then, suddenly, she was on her back, feet still on the floor, and he was over her, kissing her again.
She pushed her hands up under his shirt, needing the skin-to-skin contact. He stood up and shrugged off his flannel shirt, and just that quickly, he was leaning over her again. One arm suspended him above her, the other reached behind his head and tugged, removing the T-shirt in one smooth move.
Tina took a moment to observe and explore. Taut skin stretched over a toned, sculpted chest dusted with dark golden hair. She ran her fingers over his broad shoulders, along the ridges and dips, and then downward.
Doc sucked in a breath as she skimmed over his abs, reaching for the waistband of his jeans. He captured her hand before she could do anything more than unfasten them.
“Slow down.”
“Why?” The one-worded question sounded breathy and impatient.
When she’d imagined the evening, it had been with images of sensual touches and lots of exploring, pushing those self-control boundaries of his, and culminating in great sex. Suddenly, that didn’t seem nearly as much fun as taking the edge off quickly and leaving the leisurely exploration for later.
“Because I promised you a massage.”
“I don’t mind. I can wait.”
He chuckled softly, deftly stopped another attempt of hers to get into his pants, and straightened. His gaze dipped to her chest, where her nipples were pressing prominently against her shirt, bidding for attention. If the desire in his eyes was anything to go by, her impromptu decision to go braless had been a good one.
Dipping his head, he wrapped his mouth around one hardened peak through the material. He tongued and then bit lightly, eliciting a moan and a desperate need to tangle her hands in his hair.
He moved to the other and repeated the process. The warm, wet spots cooled quickly, making them even harder.
When he leaned back and admired his handiwork, his eyes were practically glowing.
“Beautiful. But this”—he fingered the collar of her top—“needs to go.”
She was totally on board with that plan and wasted no time in grabbing the bottom edge and lifting her shirt over her head. Once again, he chuckled at her enthusiasm and then sucked in a breath when her breasts were revealed.
In that moment, she learned another interesting fact about Doc—he was clearly a breast man.
He lavished the same attention on her without the cloth barrier between them. By the time he pulled away again, the area between her legs was as wet as her nipples.
“Too distracting,” he murmured more to himself than to her. Reaching behind her knees, he swung her legs onto the