Free Intrigue Me by Jo Leigh Page A

clearly didn’t matter.
    “Come on!”
    “Shh,” he whispered. “We’ll get there. I promise.”
    “When? Next year? Hurry. Before someone comes.”
    His eyes narrowed. “I’ve been watching the clock since I locked the door,” he said, his whisper a lot more controlled than her own. “I know precisely how long we’ve been in here.”
    He pushed into her and in her attempt to be quiet she’d bitten her lower lip so hard it was amazing it didn’t bleed. Besides, she was distracted from the pain by the way Daniel was revving up, making her work for it.
    He thrust again, harder. Another, one nearly lifting her from the crinkly paper she was destroying. Holy hell, three in a row.
    “What are you doing?”
    “You can still speak? I need to take it up a notch.”
    She moaned into his chest, liking his smell. She doubted it was his body wash, either. It was too real for that. No, it was the man she was smelling. Big, strong— “Oh, God.”
    One slow, four fast and now his thumb was on her clit. She pretty much stopped breathing because—his thumb. It was— Oh, God. She was resting most of her weight on one hand, the other was on his back, and the way he was hissing reminded her to keep her nails to herself.
    The only way she managed to stay quiet as she was masterfully taken apart was by smashing her face harder against his chest. But this time, she licked him. Bit him. Not hard. Well, not too hard.
    He was going to bruise like crazy tomorrow. But that didn’t stop him. He kept working her clit, his thrusts coming at a punishing pace, and she was on her way to a spectacular orgasm.
    “Oh, Christ, I’m going to come,” he said, his voice wrecked and sexy as hell.
    “Me, too,” she mumbled before she let her head loll back. “Right there, right there, God, mphhh...”
    He came as she was still jerking around like a badly strung marionette.
    At least she was only panting now. Panting as if she’d just run ten miles.
    “You okay?” he asked, his breathing as deep as her own.
    “Great. Now I have to learn to walk again.”
    “Can’t help you there. I’m barely able to take care of...things.”
    “You’re a good man, Daniel. Thanks for that. What’s our time?”
    “Twenty-two minutes.” He pulled out and then made sure she was sitting far enough back that he could bend over and rescue the lower garments still dangling off her left foot. On his way, he nipped her inner thigh, and she might have blown the whole deal by squealing.
    It wasn’t easy, but she managed to dress while he washed up. She wasn’t about to ask what he was going to do with the condom. Frankly, she didn’t give a damn. She was swimming in endorphins and euphoria.
    “Can you stop grinning like the Cheshire cat for a moment and tell me if I look like a professional physician?”
    She cleared her throat. “You look very good. For a day when you were almost shot.”
    “You, I’m sorry to say, do not. But you can stay a little longer in the room. You might want to check your hair. Maybe stop smiling so hard?”
    “Fine. I’ll make myself presentable, but I don’t see why I can’t be happy for the rest of the day. I mean, I did just take out a gun-wielding maniac without a single shot being fired.”
    His smile was much softer than it had been earlier. This one was safer, closer to the one he used for patients. “You’re right. Smile all you want. Besides, as soon as you’re done in here, I’m shipping you home.”
    “What, you’re embarrassed about me already?”
    “No.” He sounded highly insulted. “For God’s sake, I am a real doctor, and you’ve been through a traumatic event. You need to go home. Take it easy. Maybe you have a therapist...?” He paused to study her and she wondered if he thought she’d learned the defense moves because she’d been victimized. But no, then sex would’ve been off the table. “This isn’t something to treat lightly, despite, well...” He waved between them.
    “I don’t