Play Doctor: Dream Machine Part 28

"I could say the same to you." She took in his athletic build, knowing exactly what hid beneath his cotton shirt; lean strong muscles. Long powerful legs were encased in snug denim that rode low on his lean hips. Yep.

She remembered the bulge between his thighs too. Hastily she jerked her gaze back to his face.

A wicked grin fell across his face. He pulled her back into his arms, giving her a squeeze. "Here with someone?" he murmured against her ear.

"No."

"That makes two of us." He nibbled on her earlobe. "How about I take you home, tie you up and have my way with you?"

Chills raced across her skin as his hair tickled her neck. The man was gorgeous. Peeking from beneath his Stetson, sandy blond hair framed his tanned face.

"Yes" was on the tip of her tongue. His s.e.xy invitation almost made her forget she needed to call it a night soon. "Sounds delicious, but I'll have to pa.s.s. I work tomorrow."

His lips were soft trailing along her jaw line and cheeks, until his mouth whispered across hers. "Are you sure?" He caressed his tongue along the crease of her lips. "If I recall, we made some sweet music together."

Sweet music? That was an understatement.

Rowdy had been her first lover after the divorce. She had been scared and uncertain. He had been patient and understanding and joked around to make her feel comfortable. They had talked, but more importantly he had listened, asking questions and appearing genuinely interested in her plans for the future.

Little touches here-kisses there-and before the night ended she found herself locked in his arms, revealing some of her deepest desires. At the moment there hadn't seemed to be any danger in her frankness about her s.e.xual desires. He was a stranger pa.s.sing through town. h.e.l.l. After a couple of drinks and another tumble between the sheets, she had even told him about her darkest fantasy-a menage a trois.

To her surprise he hadn't been judgmental. He didn't make her feel as if her wayward thoughts were disturbing or wrong. In fact, he appeared to be aroused by her confession, taking her in his arms and making pa.s.sionate love to her once more.

Embarra.s.sment heated her face. I can't believe I revealed that fantasy.

He smoothed a hand gently over her cheek as if he could sense her sudden discomfort. "It's me, baby." He looked at her with warm brown eyes. "I can make your fantasies come true." He pressed his mouth to her ear.

"All of them," he whispered.

Oh G.o.d. He remembered.

A spark sputtered low in her belly. The burn matched the heat flaring across her cheeks. Surely he was just teasing her. Even still, the thought of two men worshipping her body all night long was beyond exciting. It was downright sinful.

"Can't." She swallowed hard. "Not tonight."

d.a.m.n. d.a.m.n. d.a.m.n. It was already getting late and she didn't want to disturb her uncle's household. She didn't miss the disappointment on his face as he released her.

"When?"

"Maybe Monday. My weekend is booked solid."

"Monday it is. Give me your number." He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and punched in her number as she rattled it off. "I'll call you with the directions to my house." He caressed her cheek. "Are you up for anything?" There was a spark of devilment in his eyes.

Anything?

"Yes," slipped from her mouth before she could think twice.

"I promise it will be a night dedicated solely to your pleasure." He kissed her softly. "Until Monday."

Eyes closed, lips still puckered, she murmured, "Uh-huh." He tapped her on the nose. Her eyelids rose.

He winked. "Later, baby."

She sighed low and long as she watched him walk away. Later couldn't come anytime too soon.

Can one man satisfy Alexa's appet.i.tes? Or will it take two?

Nice and Naughty 2008 Jayne Rylon After a disastrous lesson in heartache, Alexa Jones confines her adrenaline rushes to intense boardroom negotiations. Her legendary control cracks and she indulges in a high-octane encounter on the hood of her sports car. She never planned to see the enticing stranger again. When she finds herself across the boardroom table from him, there's suddenly more at stake than just her career.

Justin Winston got more than he bargained for on his summer drive, but he should have known nothing is ever that easy. He's met the woman of his dreams yet he doesn't know who she is. Luckily, he can always count on his practical brother for the things that matter, and this time is no exception. But, when a web of corporate espionage entangles them all, it's clear Justin isn't the only one who's fallen for their mysterious siren.

In Justin and Jason, Alexa finds something as unique and rare as the patent they will risk their lives to secure. The freedom to explore-and satisfy-the full range of her desires. From naughty to nice. Can Alexa accept the love of two men?

Enjoy the following excerpt for Nice and Naughty: "Kiss me," she demanded.

He didn't need to be told twice. With a low groan, he closed the narrow gap between them, sealing his mouth over hers. He dropped the hood in place and put his hand to better use, wrapping it around her hip, yanking her tight against the hard plane of his chest. His height made Alexa strain on tiptoes to return his kiss.

Eager to help, he tucked his other hand around her thigh, just beneath the curve of her a.s.s, and hoisted her up higher on his body.

Even as he bit at her lips, the growing evidence of his desire prodded the fly of her shorts. The denim she wore couldn't prevent the thick ridge of his d.i.c.k from imprinting the soft curve of her belly as it filled with each rapid beat of his heart, pressing into her. She squirmed against him, instinctively aligning them so her p.u.s.s.y rubbed against the bulge in his jeans.

They fit perfectly together.

Her hands tangled in his hair, loving the way the silky strands teased the sensitive crevices between her fingers. She kneaded his scalp, urging him to take her mouth deeper. His head angled over hers, intensifying the kiss as his tongue lashed playfully against the seam of her lips. She drew it inside her mouth and sucked. He tasted like peppermint.

She moaned with regret when he pulled away.

"I'm going to set you on the hood." He rumbled in her ear in between nibbles of her neck.

"No! Wait."

Though he looked disappointed, he stopped without hesitation.

The heat suffusing her face highlighted her discomfort with being so brazen. "I...I don't want to scratch the paint. Take my shorts off first."

Strained laughter burst from his chest. It transformed his features from rugged to unbearably handsome.

"Honey, you're my every fantasy."

Kneeling in front of her, he flipped up the hem of her shirt to place hungry kisses on her stomach as he unb.u.t.toned her cutoffs. He lowered them down her legs, following the fabric with his mouth, kissing a trail of fire down her inner thighs.

Alexa shuddered when work-roughened hands grabbed her a.s.s and placed her on the car like some erotic hood ornament. Guiding her feet, he rested them on the front fender, straddling his torso. Her arms fell back, braced behind her. Although the metal warmed her skin, bare now except for the s.e.xy thong she wore, the shade kept it from burning her.

His hands ran up her abdomen, pushing the halter top higher to expose her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. She would have begged him to touch her but he seemed to know exactly where and how she wanted to be stroked. One of his hands cupped a breast while his tongue laved the aching center of the other. With the side of his face tucked against her skin, which glistened with a fine sheen of perspiration, he looked up.

The desire burning in his eyes matched the l.u.s.t roaring inside her. Their gazes locked. He waited for her to take the next step.

"More," was all she could say.

"Yes." His hands raked down her torso, fingers grazing each rib with tantalizing precision. When they feathered over her abdomen, her muscles reflexively tightened. Alexa wasn't sure who moaned when the contraction caused the arousal building inside her to flow out onto her p.u.s.s.y lips, soaking the tiny cotton band tucked between her legs.

She thought she heard a gruff, m.u.f.fled curse just before he tugged the strip of her underwear to the side and buried his face between her legs. Then she didn't care. The combination of her copious fluids and the heat of his mouth against her shaved mound wiped away everything else. When his tongue dipped between her l.a.b.i.a to circle her c.l.i.t she almost came on the spot. His enthusiastic lapping drew out her arousal, which he devoured as though he couldn't get enough of her taste.

Pleasure flowed from his skilled mouth directly into her veins. With her head tilted back, her half-closed eyes facing the fluffy clouds in the perfect blue sky, she concentrated on the intoxicating way he manipulated her flesh and didn't notice his hand moving until the blunt tip of his finger tested her dripping p.u.s.s.y.

She moaned and thrust her hips at his seeking hand. He worked her open, dipping in further each time he drove the digit inside. When his finger tunneled within her, palm facing upwards, he curled the long length until it pressed against her G-spot. The sensation overwhelmed her with pleasure. This man had moves she had only read about.

Hovering on the edge of an o.r.g.a.s.m, she shrieked. Mistaking the cry of pleasure for surprise or pain, he paused, keeping her climax just out of reach. In that moment of clarity, she craved more. Having the most amazing o.r.g.a.s.m of her life no longer seemed like enough.

"I want you inside me. Now."

It may not have been the most graceful move she ever saw, but he somehow managed to balance her thighs on his shoulders while he ripped his wallet from his back pocket. He retrieved a condom before dropping the billfold on the ground, unconcerned about the rest of the contents. With one hand, he got the b.u.t.ton of his jeans undone and the fly spread open. The other hand shoved his pants and dark gray briefs out of the way, allowing him to thread the most magnificent c.o.c.k she'd ever seen through the opening of his leather chaps.

As he rolled the condom over his raging hard-on, he stepped between her legs and claimed her mouth. This kiss was a thousand times more potent than the first, so stimulating it shocked her. Unrestrained now, he possessed her with a natural dominance that coerced her body to bow even closer to his. While he claimed her mouth, he ma.s.saged her c.l.i.t. The contrast of his harsh kiss and tender teasing had her writhing beneath him.

"Now. Please, now."

His knees bent forward, resting on the edge of the hood, and the head of his c.o.c.k notched against her a moment before he thrust, driving his broad shaft a few inches inside her tight, clinging sheath. Her arms came up, banding around his solid back.

"You feel so f.u.c.king good." He groaned. "I'm not going to last."

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