Free Intrigue Me by Jo Leigh

his thigh. As if she didn’t know he was as turned on as she was. When he sniffed her hair, she pressed into him.
    “You smell like honey.”
    “I don’t. My shampoo does.”
    “Well, I like it. Damn,” he murmured when she moved her thigh. “You’re a very distracting woman.”
    That smile of his. It was wonderful. And so was the hand that rubbed her back. If she got on her tiptoes, and he met her halfway, she could kiss him.
    He read her perfectly and lowered his head. The kiss was glorious. A stroke of his tongue at the front of her upper palate, a nip on her bottom lip. Then he pressed against her as he thrust into her mouth, their rhythm perfectly in sync, possessive, unguarded and hot as hell.
    She moaned when he brought his hand between them and cupped her breast.
    “Shh,” he whispered. “Don’t make a sound.”
    Okay, this was getting even more interesting. Silence wasn’t big on the list of things she was good at. Not during sex. “I don’t know if I can.”
    “You can do anything,” he said, and how was he already unzipping her slacks?
    She grinned. “So it’s going to be fast, quiet, with dirty tricks thrown in?”
    “We keep condoms in all the exam rooms. But that means moving next to the sink.”
    She was so wired, she could probably start electrical fires. They were marching toward danger, which made her want him all the more. The door might be locked, but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t be discovered. Public sex wasn’t her thing, but this? Her breathlessness was a sure sign that she was up for the challenge.
    He kissed her again, then literally danced her around until they stopped at the sink. When they had to take a breath, he held up a red packet in triumph.
    “Bravo. I guess we each have our secret skills. I didn’t peg you for a dancer.”
    He dipped her so quickly she gasped, then grinned. “Why not?” he said, his lips just shy of hers. “Dancing is a lot like making love.”
    “Not the way I do it.”
    They both laughed, his deep and sexy, hers a quiet giggle. Then she was standing again, right by the exam bed.
    He was quicker than she was. He’d opened the top button of her pants, and he was starting to push them down her hips.
    She couldn’t reach between them yet. But once her behind felt nothing but air, she made her move. He put his big hands on what he’d uncovered, then gave each cheek a squeeze she’d remember for a while.
    It was time for him to drop ’em, and when she saw an opening, she took it. She slipped straight down into a crouch, eye level with the prominent bulge in his finely tailored trousers. All things being equal, she gave him a little squeeze back, enjoying the muffled moan only she could hear.
    Quickly she had his belt open, button undone and zipper down. She stood up again. “The rest is up to you, Dr. Cassidy.”
    He took her mouth in a savage kiss, and that was the end of chatting. They’d spent too much time in the room already, so he’d have to move fast. She had a feeling a quick rub in the right place would send her right over.
    He got off to a good start by lifting her up until she sat at the edge of the exam bed from the side. Her butt made the paper beneath her crackle. When he released his cock from those snug boxer briefs she got to see his pre-orgasmic bliss face. A moment and a quiet hiss later, he ripped open the condom, and then his hands disappeared once again.
    She loved that he still had his lab coat on. If only he’d been wearing his stethoscope, she could have stored enough doctor fantasies for years to come.
    A cocky grin told her he was ready, and a surprise finger inside her told him her condition in return. He didn’t waste another second.
    When he entered her, she’d been prepared for hard and fast, but what she got was hard and achingly slow. Enough for her to want to kick off the pants that dangled from her left ankle so she could kick him into gear. He had to know that she was in no mood for slow, but it