Free Risk of a Lifetime (Mills & Boon Medical) by Caroline Anderson

want me to kill you.’
    His eyes shut briefly, and when he opened them she was smiling. ‘Hell’s teeth, Annie. Come here, woman.’
    He pulled her back gently into his reach, his fingers shaking as he undid her blouse one infuriating little pearly button at a time. Why the hell hadn’t she worn the jersey dress? One move and it would have been off, and he’d be touching her, holding her, burying himself inside her—
    Hanging on to his control by a thread, he peeled the blouse back over her shoulders, trapping her arms, and then he let his eyes rake her breasts.
    Pretty, delicate lace encased them, coffee and cream. He wondered idly if it was the same bra he’d soaked in coffee the other day. Hell, if he’d only known this was underneath those scrubs...
    He swore under his breath, lowered his head and trailed his tongue slowly, so slowly around the edge of the lace, blowing lightly over the damp skin. She whimpered, but he didn’t stop. Instead he slid one hand up her back, fisted it in her hair and pulled her head back gently, his mouth trailing upwards, over her throat, pausing in the hollow where her pulse was pounding.
    He could feel it under his tongue, the heavy throb of her need. Good. He wanted her with him every step of the way.
    She whimpered again, writhing against him. ‘Kiss me...’
    ‘I am.’
    Not like that. More ...
    His lips moved along her jaw, up to her ear, his tongue brushing the lobe and sending arrows stabbing through her core.
    ‘Ed, please ...’
    He lifted his head and stared down at her. ‘Tell me what you want.’
    Oh, mercy .
    ‘You,’ she said bluntly. ‘Right now. I’ve been thinking about this for days and— Oh!’
    She landed in the middle of the bed, arms still trapped behind her by her sleeves, and he unzipped her jeans.
    ‘Lift up,’ he ordered, and she dug her heels in, lifted her bottom and he stripped the jeans off her legs and threw them on the floor. One finger hooked into the top of her tiny lace shorts, and he gave a little tug. She lifted again, and he eased them down, down, over her knees, past her calves, over her ankles, his eyes following them every inch of the way.
    They fell to the floor, and she lay there staring up at him, propped on her elbows and feeling desperately vulnerable, while his eyes raked her body dispassionately.
    No. That was wrong. He looked up at last, and there was nothing dispassionate about the fire that burned in those eyes. He wanted her as badly as she wanted him, and she squirmed with frustration.
    ‘Please...’
    The word came out jagged and broken, and his mouth kicked up in a teasing, wicked smile.
    ‘Since you ask so nicely.’
    He didn’t hang about. He pulled his shirt off over his head, shucked his jeans and boxers in one movement, and then reached for a foil packet.
    ‘Let me.’
    She struggled up, freeing her arms at last from the wretched blouse, and took it from him, rolling the condom slowly, firmly down the silken shaft of his erection.
    He sucked in his breath, held it for a second then tipped her backwards, coming down on top of her, every muscle taut with control. Her legs wrapped around him, drawing him closer as he surged into her, filling her and bringing tears of relief to her eyes, and she clung to his shoulders, her fingers digging in, gripping him as he drove into her again.
    ‘Oh, that’s so good,’ he ground out, and then he rolled over, taking her with him, lying flat on his back as he looked up at her.
    ‘And that’s even better,’ he murmured, his hands reaching up and cupping her breasts, still in the confines of her bra. ‘Take it off for me. I want to see you.’
    She hesitated for a second, swamped by doubts again. Her breasts were no longer pert and firm. She’d fed twins, for heaven’s sake! But he arched a brow in mock impatience, so she sucked in a breath and reached behind her back, arching a little to do it, and he lifted his hips and she gasped. ‘Ed—’
    ‘Nice?’
    ‘ Nice