The Best Of The Year - Medical Romance. Carol Marinelli

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СКАЧАТЬ planted his hands on either side of her stool, gripping it tight and turning it toward him. Then he hauled it closer and leaned in. “I’m glad.”

      His mouth met hers and that familiar rush of heat washed over him, undiminished, just as strong as it had been the first time they’d kissed. That combination of sweet and sexy that went straight to his gut.

      Hands touched the back of his neck and then curled around it as if afraid he was going to back away. Not likely. All he wanted was more.

      Beneath her winter coat she’d worn a creamy turtleneck that, when he reached up to touch her, met his fingers with a buttery softness he wanted to lose himself in. Just like he wanted to lose himself in her. Skimming up her sides, he laid his palms on her back, luxuriating in the feel of her.

      God, she just did it for him.

      He didn’t want to examine the whys right now, just wanted to enjoy being with her, absorb a little bit of that joie de vivre she had, just like a vampire.

      Mira made a little sound in her throat, the kind that slid over a man like silk...that made him want to draw more of those sexy gasps and capture them inside his mouth.

      “Hey,” he whispered. “Let’s break out that blanket.”

      She blinked at him with glazed eyes for a second before nodding and getting off the stool. She walked over to the sofa, and hell if his gaze didn’t stick right to her ass, admiring every little twitch and jiggle it made as she moved.

      Yeah, he had it bad.

      He joined her, taking an edge of the blanket and spreading it in front of the fire. He couldn’t wait to see the warm glow worship every inch of her skin. Because he planned to kneel at that particular altar himself for most of the night.

      When he moved toward her, she shook her head, making him frown. Then he realized why, when she pulled the turtleneck over her head, revealing a peach bra that was so thin he could see the buds of her nipples pressed tight against the satiny fabric. Jack’s mouth watered.

      Her hands went to her back.

      “Don’t take it off,” he murmured.

      She bit her lip but did as he asked, leaving the garment in place. Her fingers toyed with the button on her jeans, glancing at him in question.

      “Definitely.”

      His body hardened, a thumping going through his head as she undid her pants and slowly pushed them down her hips.

      Her panties matched her bra, just like they had the last time they’d been together, but there were no ties on the sides this time. That was okay. There were plenty of ways to get those off her. Or not. Depending on how he felt when the time actually came.

      Right now, his brain was tapping out Hurry in some kind of weird Morse code. He ignored it. No hurrying. Not tonight.

      She stepped out of the jeans and kicked them to the side, before getting on her knees on the blanket. Crooking a finger at him, she motioned him closer. When he went to kneel in front of her, she gripped the knees of his jeans and hauled him closer, keeping him on his feet.

      Did she know how close she was? How suggestive her position was?

      “Your turn,” she said. With that, she used both hands to open his button and then unzip his fly.

      His turn to what? Get undressed?

      He had his answer soon enough when she tugged his pants and briefs down to his knees, freeing him. He gave an internal curse. He was right. He was in line with a very warm and wet area, and his body was sending out all kinds of messages. But he wasn’t going that route. Not without a clear sign from her.

      Her hands went around him, and she glanced up at him. “Like I said, it’s your turn. Come here.”

      It suddenly dawned on him. She was referring to their last encounter when he’d put her up on that bar and had his way with her.

      She was about to turn the tables.

      Sinking his fingers in her hair, he slowly closed his fist around the silky strands and edged her closer. That gorgeous mouth opened right on cue. So very, very close.

       Hell.

      “Do it.” His muttered words were rough, surprising even him.

      Mira closed the gap, the heat of her mouth engulfing him in a slow glide that had him shuddering with need. Hot flames licked at his body as her hands left his erection and went to the backs of his thighs, curling around them, hauling him even closer.

      His vision went white, all sensation pooling at the points of contact between them, her tongue sliding over his length in a single smooth stroke that made him wonder if he was going to lose it right here. Right now.

      No. That’s not what he wanted.

      When he went to step away, though, she followed him, forcing him to reach back and grip her wrists, tugging them away so he could put some space between them. The popping sound of lost suction created an agonizing mixture of triumph and despair inside him that he was in no hurry to erase. But he was in a hurry for something else.

      Still holding her wrists, he hauled her to her feet, insides steaming with heat when she gazed up at him and licked her lips. “Not fair,” she murmured. “I wasn’t done yet.”

      “You were done all right.” In another few seconds he would have been as well. He moved her wrists behind her back and held them there with one hand, while he palmed the back of her head with the other, holding her still so he could capture her mouth. His tongue plunged inside, a demonstration of what he had in store for her, and he used his hold on her wrists to press her abdomen against him, trapping himself between their bodies. It wasn’t nearly enough, but he had to somehow slow this train wreck down.

      He let go of her hands, sliding up to find the clasp on her bra and releasing it. Then he stepped back yet again, taking the straps with him, allowing the silky garment to drop onto the blanket. Then he tugged his shirt over his head and finished losing the rest of his clothes.

      Allowing his gaze to slide over her, he reveled in the toned limbs that came with skiing and working in the snow and ice, and the pale creamy skin that went so perfectly with a chilly climate. No tanning beds for this ice princess.

      Only she wasn’t made of ice. She was hot and smooth and made him ache like no one ever had before. He held out his arms, and she came into them willingly, her nipples pressing against him, her silk panties welcoming his hands as he slid beneath the back of them and cupped her bottom. Hell, he wanted to be inside her. Wanted to thrust and grunt all the way to completion, but part of his pleasure was watching her come apart beneath his hands. So he set about making that happen, allowing his lips and teeth to trail from her face to her neck and finally to the tips of her breasts until her low moan washed over him.

      Yes.

      This was what he wanted more than anything: to be what brought her to life and led her down that sensual path until she could no longer resist its pull.

      His tongue scrubbed over her nipple, letting the sounds she made guide how long he visited, СКАЧАТЬ