Page 42 of Protect My Heart

It was just sex, comfort after a shitty day. He could keep his emotions in cuffs. He’d been doing it for years. Jim wasn’t new at sex, hell, he knew how to make his lovers happy, but this wasn’t just any women, this was Doc. While he wanted to push her back on the bed, slip her out of all these clothes and slam into her over and over until she was out of his system, he wouldn’t. He wanted to savor this. Savor her. Every curve and dip on her luscious body.

Instead, he let her take the reins.

Her hand circled his wrist. A half grin hitched up her lips. She controlled his hand, guiding his movements. As she lowered it, her head dipped. Her cheek rested in his palm.

Jim’s caress was short as she continued to lead his hand lower.

The pulse beat against his fingers, soft and fast. A hummingbird, ever in motion. She moved lower. The tips of his fingers kissed the smooth edge of her collarbone.

Jim registered each move, each new sensation sent electricity from his fingertips through his arms and into his chest. But it was her tiny gasps that shot a circuit of electricity from there to his cock.

Never losing eye contact, she moved his hand south.

His fingers stopped at the full curve at the top of her neckline. Her hand fell away and his took over the exploration of her magnificent pinup body. Tingles shot to his fingertips as he itched to slip a breast free and feast his fill, but his eyes stayed locked with hers. His touch feathered over her soft skin, back and forth, patrolling the border, waiting for a right time.

“Are you going to do more than stroke my cleavage, or do you need me to draw you a map?” The tiny smirk turned into a full-on wicked grin.

“Oh, I want to hear every dirty little thing you like. But there’s no rush. I like to get a lay of the land, pick the best plan of action.” His fingers moved lower to brush across the tips of her breasts as he spoke. Hard peaks formed under her shirt. He kept up his sweet torture until her moans turned to mewling. “Once I have a feel for what I’m getting into then I’ll make my move.”

“How very... um... thorough of you Detective Swenson.” Her hand slid up his side, taking his T-shirt with it. “I like your plan. Maybe I should do a little reconnaissance of my own.”

Jim flinched as her hand found its way across his abs and up until she found his own flat nipple.

Hell, she didn’t need a map. Every nerve ending readied to party with the brush of her touch.

She shoved up his shirt and kissed his belly. The touch of her soft lips blazed a trail of need as they found each ridge of his abdomen.

It felt amazing. Her sassy tongue licked the contours of his pectorals. Doc certainly was thorough in her work. Might as well give her full access.

With one hand, he reached over his head and grabbed the shirt, pulling it off in one swift move.

Those damn pink fingernails bit into his sides. A flash of pain rode on the wave of pleasure. Having her hands on him was addictive, but what he really wanted was to get his hands on her glorious curves. Without any barriers.

She must have read his mind, because she leaned back and pulled her shirt off as well. Pink lace barely contained her breasts.

So fucking pretty. He cupped a luscious mound and slipped a finger under the frilly fabric. With one flick she was rock hard and straining against his hand. He slid the cup down and feasted his eyes on the prettiest nipple he had ever seen. Damn, she was perfect.

His hand skated around to deftly release the last barrier to those gorgeous breasts.

His mouth watered. He dipped his head and took one tip into his mouth. Heaven.

Alternating between sucking and tonguing, he savored the hard tip. With each moan she uttered, his cock grew harder, bigger. His dick could be as big as a night stick, he didn’t care. It wasn’t getting any action yet. Ladies first wasn’t just a saying.

His mouth lavished her chest, pulling moan after moan from Doc while his hand traveled past her waistband and into the soft curls. His hands grabbed the pants and slid them off, taking her undies with them. Jim leaned back and looked his fill. “Damn, Doc. You’re gorgeous.”

“And you have too many clothes on.”

Slipping off the bed, he retrieved a condom from his wallet, and tossed it on the bed. Then with one flick of his fingers, undid the button on his jeans and shucked both his pants and boxers off. “Better?”

“Definitely.” She reached for him, but he stepped back. Her brow flattened.

He looked past her to the snoring dog on the other side of the bed. “Tig, out.”

“I’d totally forgotten about him.” She chuckled.

“He can be sneaky that way. The last thing we want is a cold nose... anywhere. That would be a show stopper.”

The dog slunk off the bed and out. Jim closed the door behind him. “Now, where were we?”