Angel in Armani by Melanie Scott Read Free Book Online Page B

if your inner caveman doesn’t get his way?” she asked.
    “If not getting his way means you keep doing what you were just doing, then I think I can reconcile him to it,” Lucas said. “He’ll lie back and take it. But he’d prefer if you let him do his thing for a while.” He lifted himself up and shifted them effortlessly so he was sitting up while she was still sitting across his lap. And then he kissed her.
    Fiercely enough to make her forget what she was doing at all.
    “If it helps,” he said, pulling his head back. “Just remember that my inner caveman comes attached to an outer doctor.” He grinned at her, the expression a flash of white teeth and a just visible rapid change of the planes of his face. “An outer doctor who has spent a lot of time studying anatomy.”
    He slipped a hand between them and flicked open the button of her waistband—damn it, why was she still wearing her trousers—then slid his fingers between the fabric and her skin, and down between her legs. He found her clit with no trouble at all. Heat spiked through her.
    “So I see,” she managed.
    Another stroke. “Is that a yes?” His lips pressed against the curve where her neck joined her shoulder, and she shuddered.
    “Hell, yes.”
    “I like your enthusiasm,” he said.
    “I like your hands,” she gasped as he pressed again.
    “This will be easier if we’re both naked,” he said and suddenly she found herself lying on her back with him above her. Her trousers and underwear vanished like magic.
    “Do they teach you that in med school as well?” she asked. “Or are you just naturally talented?”
    He laughed but then bent and pressed his lips to her torso, where the arches of her rib cage met. His tongue flicked against her skin and she shivered as a nerve she didn’t know she had went live with a force she felt deep in her stomach.
    “I’m going with naturally talented.”
    He lifted his head. “I also take direction well.”
    “I find that hard to believe.”
    He pressed another kiss, this one a little lower, then stopped again. “Feel free to try it out.” He slipped a hand under her thigh, coaxed her to drape a leg across his back as his mouth moved a few inches lower.
    Good Lord, the man was trying to kill her. “Right now, you’re doing okay.”
    “Really? No—” Kiss. Lick. “—needs you want to—” Kiss. Lick. Nibble.
    Oh Lord. Who knew that teeth pressing oh so carefully into her hip bone could feel so good?
    “—tell me about?” he continued. He wriggled a little lower and pressed a kiss to her thigh. Her stomach clenched as her body throbbed. She wanted to feel his mouth right where it was hottest. And apparently all she had to do was ask.
    Her head fell back as her face heated. Thank God for darkness. In the darkness, maybe she could be the sort of woman that asked a man to go down on her. After all, her body had thrown her brain under a bus way back when she’d first touched him. So maybe she just had to let it take over completely.
    She licked her lips, felt his lips drag across her inner thigh again. Swallowed hard. “I want your mouth on me,” she said. It was half a whisper, which thankfully sounded much more man-eating sexy than she was.
    “Hell, yes,” he whispered back, and then his head moved and his hands coaxed her legs wider and then his tongue slipped across her clit. And set to work.
    God.
    She really was going to catch on fire.
    He hadn’t been boasting, and he knew what the hell he was doing. Each stroke drove her deeper into the swirl of heat and sensation and oh-so-damn-good-she-couldn’t-think. She might have moaned. Someone moaned, anyway.
    She couldn’t keep track of who. Couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but lie there and let him set every last inch of her on fire with his clever tongue and talented fingers. Until she had her fingers buried in his dark hair and was calling out his name as she came.
    Lucas stayed where he was a moment or two then