Healing Touch: Play Doctor, Book 2 by Jayne Rylon

angled over his ribs.
    “That’s what I thought.” He locked a hand behind her neck and drew her in for another series of bold smooches that nearly distracted her from the swirl of his fingers over her pussy. At least for an instant.
    Tension gathered inside her when she realized how gently he coerced her into ecstasy. Though passionate, he invoked an efficient, liquid grace as opposed to the brute force and speed Brad had relied on to get her off…in the rare cases she’d found satisfaction at all.
    Everything about this man was different. Beautiful, though she doubted he’d appreciate that thought.
    “Stop thinking so much.” His command held no ire, only coaching. “Go with it.”
    Taking his advice, she retracted her hands until they landed on his waistband. She popped the top button of his jeans then ripped his fly apart, loving the sound of his zipper unknitting.
    Their hands tangled for a moment, until they found the way they fit together best. Before long, she had reached inside his pants, finding him bare beneath. “You rebel.” She grinned.
    He bit her bottom lip in a teasing warning.
    She hardly noticed with the heft and molten steel of him overfilling her palm.
    Until he upped his game, inserting three fingers inside her and massaging her clit with one of his knuckles. Dexterity was a skill he’d obviously mastered.
    Brielle’s body clenched around him, inspiring a simultaneous moan.
    “You’re close, aren’t you?” He breathed deeply. “I can smell you. I can’t wait to taste you. Soon.”
    A shiver racked her. No one had ever offered to do that to her before. Her fingers squeezed him when she tightened. He groaned and thrust his hips, insinuating himself deeper into her hold.
    The trust he gave her, to cup him like this, filled her with power. On top of him, with all the say, every decision at her mercy, she sank lower, burying his fingers in her as deep as they could go. Abandoning grace, she rode his hand, maintaining her grip on his cock. As she rose, so did her fist.
    Within seconds, they both verged on climax.
    “Brielle. Are you with me?”
    “Completely.”
    He stared into her eyes for a long moment, then sealed their fate by engaging her in a deep, sensual kiss. The combination of the open longing in his eyes, the gentle pressure bestowed by his mouth and the urgent tensing of his body beneath her combined to rocket her into orgasm.
    Rapture went on and on as she strangled his hand, hoping he understood how much the exchange meant to her. No one had ever cared so much about her satisfaction. Not in sex. Not in life.
    Grateful happiness exploded from her, leaving her sated and replete in the wake of the rush outward.
    Between her fingers, he stiffened further. His cock jerked as he joined her, flooding her hands with every bit of the molten desire he claimed to have stored for her alone.
    Finally, she got her wish. He nudged her to the side and stripped off his jacket and T-shirt, using the fabric to wipe her clean. First between her legs and then her hands. The sight of his naked chest was enough to inspire several aftershocks.
    Neither of them could gather the energy to do much more.
    They collapsed in a sweaty heap, still placing gentle kisses wherever they could reach.
    A long while later, Luke asked, “Are you okay?”
    “Amazing.” She yawned. “Sleepy too.”
    “Change of scenery is another tactic for breaking the patterns leading to recurring nightmares.” They stretched out on the couch. He hovered above her, resting on one elbow while he brushed damp strands of hair from her brow. “You could try sleeping here. Any rest is better than none and this seems pretty damn comfortable to me.”
    “Great.” Brielle grinned. “Because I don’t think I can move.”
    “You’re welcome.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
    She buried her face in his light chest hair as she laughed softly.
    “Luke,” she whispered, “will you stay?”
    “Yeah, you’re stuck with me.” He kissed