Roping the Wind by Kate Pearce Page A

kissed it better. Kiss my cock instead.’
    He drew her hips back until her sex was presented to his mouth.
    ‘Do it, Helen.’
    He waited until her lips closed over his crown and then licked her clit. He couldn’t believe how wet and ready she was for him again. His tongue penetrated her channel and she shuddered, pressing her pussy back into his face until he wallowed in her creamy sex. Not that he minded the sensation. It wasn’t a bad way to suffocate.
    Her mouth surrounded his shaft, sucking and pulling hard enough to make him writhe. She seemed to know just how he liked it. A touch of roughness and a sense of danger, the fear of her pushing him over the edge or making him beg. In response, he flicked her clit with his tongue until it was as hard and swollen as his cock. He rubbed his chin against her tender flesh until she moved restlessly against him, demanding more, seeking his mouth. As his climax approached, he increased the pressure of his strokes, sucking on her clit as her teeth clamped around the base of his cock and sent them both into release.
    He groaned, thrusting his tongue as deep into her channel as he could while he waited for his cock to stop pulsing. God, she was good with her mouth. For once his cock had been right all along.
    Helen sat up, careful not to touch Jay’s outstretched right leg. Despite their frantic lovemaking, the ice pack had remained in place. She surreptitiously studied his knee, which appeared to be bearing up well, considering. It took all her energy to crawl off Jay and all her courage to face him. He lay back against the couch, his face relaxed, and a satisfied smirk on his lips. Would he be shocked by her excessive demands? David had always hated it when she’d wanted to be fucked more than once. Eventually she’d stopped asking. She licked her lips and tasted Jay’s come. She folded her arms across her breasts. ‘I’d just like to say that I don’t behave like this with all my patients.’
    He opened one eye. ‘Only a select few, right? Damn, I’d love to see you turn up for an appointment with me with nothing under your white coat but skin.’
    She shivered at the erotic image he presented. He reached out to touch her thigh.
    ‘Be a good doc and help me up, would you?’
    She maneuvered him back onto the couch and checked his knee again. While he got settled, she retrieved her clothing and put herself back together. He smiled as she threw him his shirt.
    ‘It looked better on you,’ he said.
    She studied his muscular chest and abs. His fair hair hardly showed up on his chest but she knew it was there. He hadn’t bothered to do up his jeans and his cock was half-erect.
    ‘You might have a point. If it was up to me, I’d confiscate all your shirts.’
    His grin was slow and sultry. ‘Why, thank you, ma’am. I aim to please.’
    Helen avoided his gaze and attempted to smooth the creases out of her skirt. If she didn’t concentrate, she’d be running her fingers over his slick skin and hoping for another bout of amazing sex. He was like a drug. Despite her agreement to let him be in control, she had to maintain some standards.
    ‘You promised to show me how you cut your hand.’
    He blinked at her and scratched his head. ‘I did?’ He struggled to his feet, gradually putting weight on his right leg. Helen breathed a sigh of relief when he stepped confidently toward the recessed dining area. He flicked on a light to expose a glass and steel dining table covered in bits of leather. Helen went over, picked up some of the scraps and pressed them to her nose. The scent was intoxicating.
    ‘What are you making?’
    His smile was self-deprecating. ‘It’s going to be a belt, if I ever finish it.’ He moved past her and picked up a longer piece of leather.
    Helen took it from him, marveling at the intricately woven strands and the rainbow of colors. ‘It’s beautiful.’
    He shrugged, his shoulder brushing hers. ‘It’s crap.’
    Why did he sound so