Page 94 of The Cajun Doctor

At each spot along the way, he asked, “Do you like that?”

“How about that?”

“And this?” He tickled the back of her knees with his fingertips.

“Does this hurt?”

“Harder?”

“Enough!” she said finally, taking hold of his most precious body part and pulling him toward her.

“Careful, careful, careful,” he gasped out.

“You can torture me more later. Or I’ll torture you. But for now . . . DO IT!”

He tried to laugh but it came out as a choking gurgle because she was guiding him with precision into her body where the inner muscles were already convulsing around him into orgasm. She was tight and hot and he felt so good. In fact, he might have murmured, “So good! So good!” Or it might have been her.

But that was not the end of it. Not by a long stretch. They got down to the serious business of fucking then . . . or lovemaking, if he were capable of politeness.

With his outstretched arms braced on the mattress he thrust into her, then made a slow, slow exit, relishing the way her channel tightened on him, as if it didn’t want to let go. In again, and out. Over and over.

She had her hands on his butt. Her feet were flat on the mattress with her knees raised high, bracketing him. She kept giving him directions, as if he was capable of following anything but reflex at the moment.

“Go slower.”

“Faster.”

“Stay. Stay, stay, stay.”

“What was that you just did. Do it again!”

At one point, he rolled over on his back and she sat atop him like the redheaded goddess she was. Her lips were still cherry red, but he was incapable of telling her at the moment that the lipstick was in fact kissproof.

Then he was on top again.

Good thing it was a king-size bed. Otherwise, they would probably be on the floor by now.

But then he was the one to give orders when he said, “Now!” and slammed into her one last time. She cried out in a long affirmation of her orgasm while he arched his neck back and roared out his ejaculation.

He lay heavily atop her while they both attempted to bring their breathing back to normal. When he raised his head to look at her, he saw that she was as stunned as he was by the intensity of their lovemaking.

“Ain’t lust grand? We might want to renegotiate our one-night . . . rather one-week . . . stand,” he said. “I’m thinking I won’t be satisfied for at least a month.”

For some reason, what he’d considered a compliment displeased her. “Sorry, but just until this caper is over. That’s all. It ends when I leave here,” she said, but she wouldn’t look at him as she spoke.

Trying to ameliorate what offense he must have committed, he leaned down to kiss her lightly on her face which was turned to the side and asked, “How do you feel about making love in a rain forest?”

Thankfully, she looked back at him and smiled. “As long as there are no animals in the trees. I draw the line at monkeys.”

It wasn’t the Amazon, exactly, but there was a snake . . .

For a brief moment, Samantha felt a twinge of hurt at Daniel’s dismissal of their lovemaking. His remark pretty much said that she . . . they . . . could enjoy each other in casual encounters, but their “relationship” would be of short duration.

The only problem was, what had happened with him . . . the best sex of her life . . . hadn’t felt casual to her.

Her pride was dinged, but, honestly, she wasn’t sure she wanted more than that, either. In fact, she’d told him a short time ago that she didn’t. He wasn’t the forever kind of man she was looking for. One who would cherish her and a family.

Yeah, she’d thought this afternoon that she might be falling in love with Daniel, but she hadn’t fallen so far yet that her heart could be broken. At least she didn’t think so.