Sizzling Nights with Dr. Off-Limits

“I couldn’t have enjoyed our honeymoon any more if you’d brought me to Paris, or London, or any other exotic locale you can think of.”

“Because Atlantic City is the most romantic city in the world?” he teased.

“That weekend, it was perfect,” she answered in all honesty.

His gaze searched hers, but for what she wasn’t sure. She didn’t say anything and for the longest time neither did he. When he did, his words were poignant.

“I believe you may be right about that, Emily. That weekend was the best of my life.”

“Cheap hotel, cheap food, playing on a crowded public New Jersey boardwalk and beach...I doubt that, but we did have a good time.”

His brows veed. “Why you can’t believe me, I don’t understand, but, yes, we did have a good time.”

Memories of that weekend shook her, and when she looked at him, she knew he was flooded with similar ones. Did he also wonder how something that had been so perfect had gone so wrong?

“I’d like to take you back to your place and make love to you now, Emily Stewart.”

She wasn’t going to argue. She wanted that, too.

Perhaps, if she was honest, she’d admit she’d never stopped wanting him to do that.

Then his words hit her. He hadn’t said he wanted to go have sex with her.

He’d said he wanted to make love to her.

No. She shouldn’t read anything into his words. That was all they’d been. Words.

They’d be having sex. Not making love.

At least, Lucas would.

More and more, Emily questioned exactly what it was she was doing with Lucas.

CHAPTER TWELVE

WHEN THEY GOT to her apartment, Lucas undressed her slowly, kissing and caressing each newly uncovered area of her body.

By the time she stood in only her panties, she ached for him, but he wasn’t finished with his sweet torture.

“How come I’m the only one with my clothes off?” she demanded, tugging at his shirt.

“Because you’re the one who’s exquisite.”

“You’re good with the lines, Lucas. Keep them coming and you’re liable to get lucky.”

“I’m definitely getting lucky. Actually, I already have. I’m here with you.”

“See, that’s what I mean with the lines. Good job,” she praised as she undid his shirt buttons and pushed the material aside to reveal his chest. She groaned at the masterpiece she unveiled. “It should be illegal to cover that up.”

He laughed. “Good thing it’s not. I’d freeze during winter.”

“A frozen Lucas. I’d have a lick of that.”

“I’d let you and imagine I’d thaw pretty fast with your hot mouth anywhere near me.”

She bent, kissed his belly, felt him suck in his breath, saw the goosebumps that covered his skin. She’d done that. Her touch. Her kiss. Sure, maybe he reacted to lots of women, but right now, at this moment, he was with her and it was her touch he craved.

She craved to touch. To kiss. To lick. To taste every inch of him.