Sizzling Nights with Dr. Off-Limits

She looked back up, met his cloudy gaze and opened her mouth to answer him, to tell him that, yes, she wanted him to go away, to never bother her again, to leave Children’s and to never purposefully cross her path again. She did want all those things.

But none of that came out and whatever she’d been going to say was lost to the pressure of his mouth covering hers in a kiss.

A kiss she didn’t want.

A kiss she wanted more than anything else in the whole world.

A kiss that was surprisingly gentle, almost as if he hadn’t been able to not kiss her and wasn’t completely sure she wouldn’t push him away. His lips were soft against hers and somewhere in her mind she recognized that if she told him to stop, he would, that if she pushed him away, he’d let her. That for the moment he was giving her the power, the control, and she could do with it what she would.

Why wasn’t she stopping him?

Instead, her body betrayed her, tingling all over, craving to be closer and closer to him.

This was Lucas. Her Lucas. His lips. His hands. His body. Lucas.

She was kissing her ex-husband and the world was still standing around her. Was it perhaps snowing in hell? Or perhaps pigs had learned to fly? All three seemed just as unlikely phenomena.

She needed to push him away.

But she wasn’t.

She couldn’t.

She needed to tell him to stop.

But she didn’t. Couldn’t.

She needed to not enjoy the pressure of his lips, the possessive thrusting of his tongue into her mouth.

But she did.

Oh, how she did.

Kissing Lucas had always caused hot lava to fill every inch of her.

He’d been right. She had been curious as to whether or not he could still cause her body to implode with pleasure with the slightest effort on his part.

Her fingers found their way to his nape. His hands had found their way to her bottom and were pressing her hard against his body.

His hard body.

How had that happened so fast?

She squirmed in remembered pleasure. He’d felt so good, made her feel so good physically. So completely and thoroughly satisfied. She craved that satisfaction, that ultimate pleasure that having him inside her had given so many times in the past.

Her head fell back and he trailed kisses down her throat, sucking gently at her skin.

“You feel so good.”

She did feel good. She felt good that he was kissing her, touching her. That he wanted her.

But those weren’t things that should be making her feel good. He was her ex-husband. They were no longer married, were no longer anything to each other except for painful memories.

So why wasn’t she stopping him?

Because sex with Richard hadn’t achieved more than a meager orgasm and she wondered if she’d imagined the mind-blowing meltdowns she’d had at the ministrations of this man’s mouth, hands and body.

She hadn’t imagined a thing. Just Lucas’s kisses, his hands, had her on the brink of volcanic eruption. She wanted that explosion, that release, even if it wasn’t real.