Page 44 of Protect My Heart

If she was honest, she could use some relief as well. Her body was ramping up for him all over. She wanted more of Jim than just his mouth.

She reached for the condom, slid slowly down him, savoring every touch. With shaky hands, she sheathed him. Hovering, she poised to take her pleasure once more, but this time give in return.

Her gaze locked with his. If she had one wish at this moment, it would be to read his mind. Intense eyes watched her. Lust and excitement veiled them like a drug, but the emotion on the edges gave her pause. Fear?

“Doc.”

A blink and a word washed away the shadowy impression and snapped the trance he held her in. Teasing his thick shaft with a kiss of her sex, she wanted to draw out the feel of him. Every magnificent inch.

His tip breaching her sex, and her body took over. Wanting more. Wanting all of him. Now.

In one long, slow slide, he was buried to the hilt.

Yes. The fullness of him had her head rolling back in pleasure.

“Look at me.” His voice gravelly and raw commanded.

The current crackled between them, searing any brain activity. She could only think of him. Him and the pleasure flooding her system.

His hands gripped her hips and they started to move. The rhythm slow at first had Liz’s body raked with sensations. Each stroke sent a new wave of feeling skating along her senses.

Jim changed the angle of his hips as he pistoned into her. Her body coiled and her orgasm drew her to the edge.

His hand slipped from her death grasp, caressing a trail down her body. Chills raced along in its wake, begging him to go faster, go slower. She didn’t care. She only knew she didn’t want it to stop.

This feeling, this connection. Never stop.

The crest of her orgasm was near. Every nerve begged for release.

Just a little faster and she could see sound. “Oh, God, yes. Jim.”

His fingers brushed the edge of her clit. Circled once, twice. Lights flashed in the edges of her vision with each move of his fingers. A quake shook her very soul, she couldn’t hold herself together, but she didn’t have to. He was there with her. Holding, stroking. He wouldn’t let her fall.

As feeling started to return to her legs, he succumbed to his release. His body stilled, his eyes slammed shut. She watched this beautiful strong man yield and dissolve. His face whipped free of the stress and challenge of his job, leaving it blank.

No, not blank but open, emotions she didn’t dare to name sat clearly there. In his eyes. In the set of his jaw. Could he feel it too, or was she projecting her own heart, her own emotions onto him?

His hand caressed the side of her face. “Doc, you’re thinking too hard. I can hear the wheels turning in that beautiful head of yours.”

Her lips trembled as she smiled.

“Hey, are you a crier after sex?” His forehead wrinkled. “I didn’t hurt you did I?”

Her smile grew. “No.”

She curled up on his chest, and he slipped an arm around her, stroking a hand up her back.

“Well, that was a lot more enjoyable than how I thought I’d be celebrating Valentine’s Day.”

He stiffened. “What were your plans?”

“A pint of Ben and Jerry’s and Netflix.”

“I think some ice cream could be good.” He relaxed. His lip hitched up and he licked his lips. “On you.”

She raised a brow. “What did you have it mind? Something like this?”

Liz moved down his body, licking and kissing.