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“I think I’d know if it were.” Her tone was haughty.
He brushed his thumb tenderly over the digit. “Of course you would. You’re trained.”
She dipped her head. “Not completely. I never made it to the practical work with patients. Everything I know came from a book or experience in the nursing home.”
He eyed her. Beautiful and smart. Caring beyond measure. She made sacrifices for not only her brother but that total stranger she just saved from slowly bleeding out because the Disciples couldn’t risk the investigation into a gunshot wound.
“How are you single?” He studied her beautiful face from the hair waving off her forehead to the point of her small chin.
She shook her head. “Why are you asking me that?”
“It’s a valid question. You’re smart and skilled and stunning.”
A flush climbed her throat—and extended downward to the tops of her breasts pressing against the towel too.
“I dated a few guys in college, but their egos couldn’t hold up to me getting better grades. Medical school was the same way. I was genuinely interested in a few guys, but they took everything I said as a challenge.”
“A real man is never going to be intimidated by a real woman.”
Her stare fixed on his. A beat of silence throbbed between them.
“Men want to be dominant. Controlling.” She dashed her tongue over her lower lip.
“Weak men feel that need. Not every man is like that.”
When he slipped his fingers under the edge of the towel cinched around her breasts, she leaned back. The resistance tugged the towel free, and it dropped to reveal her beautiful body.
Groaning, he cupped her breasts and captured her mouth. She whimpered, and he swept his tongue over hers. The pounding need inside him to lay claim to this woman, ravish her from top to bottom and every supple curve in between, stole his mind.
He settled his hands on her ass—and yanked her past the vanity, into his hardening cock.
* * * * *
Wren ground her pussy into Jennings’s bulge. God, she’d never needed to be touched so badly. Her insides fluttered with want. Each pass of his tongue in her mouth sent electric tingles through her limbs.
When he lifted her, the towel dropped to the floor. As she wrapped her arms around his neck, her breasts brushed his chest. The cool leather of his cut sent a forbidden thrill to her core.
Her pussy flooded, and by the time he lay her on the bed, she was on the verge of begging for him to fill her with his thick cock.
He straightened away from her, staring down at her body like a hungry animal. “Spread your legs, baby.”
A sharp pang of desire struck and she slowly let her thighs fall apart.
“Spread your pussy for me to see all that slick wetness.”
Her breaths came in rough pants. Oh god. His heated words made her even wetter. Men only made demands like this in adult videos.
He didn’t look like he was kidding. That dark blaze in his eyes set her on fire.
Hands trembling, she eased her hand between her legs and used two fingers to part her lips. Air rushed over her soaked folds, and her pussy clenched once as if pleading for him to finish this torment.
He let out a low groan and stripped off his vest, then his shirt. Chiseled muscles bulged as if he was holding himself back from taking her hard and fast.
“Dip one finger inside your pussy.”
Her lips parted on a rasp. Could she perform such an intimate act in front of somebody?
Her lover was asking—no, commanding.
