More Than Words: More Than, Book 3 by Jess Dee Read Free Book Online Page A

could be between them—given the chance.
     
    Do you have any idea how many times I’ve imagined you aroused? There aren’t enough fingers on my hands—or in Sydney, for that matter—to count. I try not to let the images flood my mind at work, and mostly I’m successful. Especially when there are patients in the room or I’m busy working on your files.
    But then there are times like this, when the office is deserted, you’re out checking on a patient and I’m on my lunch break. I can’t help thinking about you then. Have I ever told you how much I admire the way you care for your patients? How my heart swells when you go that extra mile for them, like you did for Mickey? I know you’re with Allan’s parents now. Know you’re providing them with whatever comfort you can. That’s part of what makes you so special. You don’t have to do it. You don’t have to be there. But you know it will ease their pain, so you do it anyway.
    God knows you eased my pain. Mickey’s too.
     
    Of course he did it. It was part and parcel of his work.
    Although he’d been far more involved with Mickey’s case than he should have been. He’d found it difficult to tear himself away from the frightened, devastated child and her overwhelmed sister.
    Fortunately, Allan had come through today’s keyhole surgery like a champ. Masters hadn’t gotten all of the glioma. There was still tissue attached to the brainstem that would have put Allan at risk had Masters removed it. But neither Sam nor Masters was overly concerned. As long as they kept an eye on the tissue, there shouldn’t be too many complications. Now all they need do was wait for results from pathology. If his and Masters’ suspicions were right, then the tumor would be low-grade, with little risk of recurrence.
    They’d have results by Friday. Same day as Molly’s birthday.
     
    Uh-oh, I’m getting distracted. Confusing the caring Sam with the sexy one. But yeah, it’s hard to keep the two separate, and when I see you in care mode, I find you sexier than ever.
    For the sake of this letter and the possible epidemic we have on our hands, let’s get back to sexy Sam with the long, hard erection.
    Okay, wow.
    It happened. I got all turned on. The thought of your erection makes me close my eyes and squeeze my thighs together. I have goose bumps too, and my stomach’s all jumpy.
    You know what I think about when I picture your erection? Besides you all naked and gorgeous, I mean? I imagine my hand wrapped around the base of your cock, and my mouth inches from the head.
     
    Sam’s soft groan filled the air. He tugged his towel open and wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, exactly the way Molly described.
     
    This is another one of my fantasies. Me kissing you. Yeah, I’d like to kiss your mouth too. Like to start with little sweet kisses to your lips, light, feathery kisses to tease and tempt. I’d follow that up with a little pressure of my lips molded to yours, hinting at the promise of temptation to come. I’d like to taste your tongue too. Slide mine against yours in a kiss so intimate you feel it right through your chest.
    I’d never stop there, Sam. I’d taste all of you, run my mouth from your lips, over your chin, down your neck to your chest.
    I’d kiss you all over every inch of your gorgeous chest. Taste the salt of your skin, touch the hard muscle of your pecs.
    Have you ever caught me staring at your chest? At the small patch you reveal when you leave the top buttons of your shirt undone? It’s like a beacon to my eyes. I can’t stop looking or imagining what it’ll taste like.
    I can’t stop imagining how your long, hard erection will taste either. It’s the reason why in this fantasy my mouth is mere inches from your cock. I’ve worked my way down from your chest, over that six-pack of yours and found what I’ve been searching for.
    I lick my lips, excitement fizzing through my veins.
     
    Sam licked his lips too. For a long moment