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“I don’t kiss women on a whim.” His fingers curled in her long hair, bunching it in his muscular hand enough to control her movements. “And I never blur lines, Isa. I take my job seriously, no matter what it is.”
She tried to nod, but his hold wouldn’t allow it. “Okay.”
Leaning down, Doc nuzzled his nose to her neck, inhaling deeply. “At least not until I met you. I don’t know what it is about you, but I can’t get enough.”
His words ignited a spark in the pit of her stomach. The throbbing of her pulse echoed in her ears, and she desperately needed him to explain.
“I wanted you the first moment I saw you, princess.” He searched her face. “But not only because you’re the most gorgeous woman on the fucking planet.”
Her heart jumped. He couldn’t be saying what she thought.Could he?
“Then why?”
Doc laced his free hand in hers. “You woke me up, and I never want to sleep again unless it’s in your arms.”
Those final sentiments fanned her fire for him. Even if was merely a line, she didn’t give a toss. She closed the minimal distance between their lips and gasped at the force behind their connection. His hands were everywhere at once. His left hand trailed down her body, making small circles on her hip while his right hand cupped the base of her neck, bringing her closer to him.
Doc climbed on the bed and Isa wrapped her legs around his waist, their lips never leaving each other’s. His tongue teased the seam of her mouth, and she greedily allowed him entry. She moaned at the entwining of their tongues, threading her fingers through his blond hair. She roughly yanked it and shivered at his growl.
He sat up, taking her with him, and continued kissing her. Isa’s eyes fluttered open when he broke free long enough to nip her neck and then return to her mouth. She gasped in surprise, and he grinned. His large hand encompassed her breast and kneaded gently. Sparks of desire shot through her body the more he touched her, and her kisses became frantic when he pinched her nipple.
Using his weight against him, Isa pressed his back into the bed, straddling him. The solid muscle beneath her frightened her for a split second, but when she met his eyes, all anxiety disappeared.
She playfully shoved back his cut and slipped her hands beneath his T-shirt. The defined divots on his stomach tempted her to explore more. Sure enough, he had bundles of muscles up his chest and on his shoulders.
Curious now, she lifted his shirt and noticed the intricate artwork on his body. They were masterpieces. Leaning down, she kissed the Roman numerals. “Six fourteen?”
He touched the tattoo. “Yeah. It’s my mom’s birthday.” His eyes clouded. “Ironically, it’s also when she died.”
“Oh, Doc.” She studied the double meaning. “I’m sorry.”
“Me too.” His index finger traced her mouth, then down her neck. He stopped at her neckline. “She would’ve liked you. All fire and sass.” He chuckled. “Just enough to keep me in place.”
“I doubt that.” She rolled her eyes, and he tangled his fingers through her long hair, pulling tightly.
“Whenever you roll your eyes like that, I want to bend you over my knee and punish you.”
Her breathing hitched. The idea sounded naughty and exactly what her body craved. “Then do it.”
His brows rose and he chuckled, releasing her. “Sweetheart, that’ll only turn me on more. I don’t think you’re ready for that.”
Taking the lead, she climbed off the bed and slowly dropped her yoga pants to the floor, then flicked them away with her toes. Undressing even partially in front of a man never came easily for her. She’d done it a time or two, but nothing ever went beyond foreplay.
When she looked up, her nerves jumbled at his gaze. It was a combination of longing and restraint, one she’d never seen in a man before. Standing in only a tank top and panties under his scrutiny caused her nipples to harden to points beneath the cotton.
Doc shifted to sit at the edge of the bed. He kept his hands at his sides, eyes giving away how difficult it was for him to do exactly that.
Summoning her courage, Isa rested her torso over his knees, giving him the ideal view of her backside. She looked up at him. “Is this what you wanted?”
He let out a strangled groan. “Fuck yes, but, Isa—”
“Punish me, Doc.”
Her words bolstered his movements. Before she could register his intent, he slid down her panties and his palm connected with her arse. Her eyes widened. The pain singed for a moment but gave way to a new sensation between her legs.
She met his lust-glazed eyes at the same moment he let another whack fly. A giggle bubbled up, and she slapped a hand over her mouth at his stern glare. She yelped at the next spanking, but her desire superseded the discomfort. Three. That was all it took for her to be addicted to the erotic pain.
Doc rubbed her cheeks one at a time, warming the imprints from his hand before he gently pulled her up and into his lap. His erection pressed against his jeans and to the front of her red panties. Images of feeling him with nothing in between filtered through her hazy mind.
