Sizzling Nights with Dr. Off-Limits by Janice Lynn

did.
    Kissing Lucas had always caused hot lava to fill every inch of her.
    He’d been right. She had been curious as to whether or not he could still cause her body to implode with pleasure with the slightest effort on his part.
    Her fingers found their way to his nape. His hands had found their way to her bottom and were pressing her hard against his body.
    His hard body.
    How had that happened so fast?
    She squirmed in remembered pleasure. He’d felt so good, made her feel so good physically. So completely and thoroughly satisfied. She craved that satisfaction, that ultimate pleasure that having him inside her had given so many times in the past.
    Her head fell back and he trailed kisses down her throat, sucking gently at her skin.
    â€œYou feel so good.”
    She did feel good. She felt good that he was kissing her, touching her. That he wanted her.
    But those weren’t things that should be making her feel good. He was her ex-husband. They were no longer married, were no longer anything to each other except for painful memories.
    So why wasn’t she stopping him?
    Because sex with Richard hadn’t achieved more than a meager orgasm and she wondered if she’d imagined the mind-blowing meltdowns she’d had at the ministrations of this man’s mouth, hands and body.
    She hadn’t imagined a thing. Just Lucas’s kisses, his hands, had her on the brink of volcanic eruption. She wanted that explosion, that release, even if it wasn’t real.
    She wanted him for an orgasm. The kind that made her want to wrap her legs around his waist and cling as tightly to his body as she could as wave after wave of pleasure shook her.
    She’d let him give the pleasure she knew was his to give. She’d take his kisses, his touches, his body inside hers. She’d demand he give her more and more until he lost control and they both saw stars.
    This time she was under no illusions of grandeur or love or happily-ever-after.
    * * *
    Lucas cupped Emily’s bottom and molded her against where he throbbed. His lips tasted the sweetness of her throat, his tongue nipped into the groove of her collarbone.
    She wiggled, grinding her body against his, and he almost swore.
    He’d had sex since their divorce. Not once had he felt this heat, this burning. Not even at the pinnacle. They’d not even removed a single item of clothing and he was bursting at the seams. For Emily.
    His Emily.
    With her, the burn had been about so much more. It had been a heated look, a light stroke of her finger across his skin, an accidental bump of her body against his, and he’d lose focus of everything except taking them both so high they’d never fall back to the ground.
    But they had fallen back to the ground and it had been a rough fall. One that had left Emily in constant tears and him feeling helpless to dry them.
    He pulled back, cupped her face and made her look at him. “We have to stop.”
    Her eyes widened, then filled with anger. “No. You are not going to do this to me. You aren’t going to be the one to push me away. Not this time.”
    The second she’d spat the words at him, regret had filled her face. She’d revealed things she hadn’t wanted him to see. Things he suddenly needed to see, to understand.
    â€œWhat do you mean?” He hadn’t pushed her away. He’d wanted her. Always. He’d just not been able to bear the sadness he’d caused her.
    â€œNever mind.” She went to pull away, but he held her to him.
    â€œNo. I’m not leaving until you tell me.”
    Her body stiffened, but she didn’t fight to get loose. “Then you’d best pull up a chair and make yourself comfortable, because you’re in for a long wait.”
    Why did he feel as if he’d handled this all wrong? Maybe he was destined to always do things wrong with Emily, to always upset her and make her unhappy. Yet she was the only woman he’d ever