The potent reaction knocked her off balance. Was this what it was supposed to be like? Never in her life had giving head been so erotic. Every erogenous zone in her body pulsed as if she’d been the one being stimulated. She wanted to yank off all of his clothes, tumble him to the floor, and demand he get hard again so she could have him inside her.
Lane pulled her to her feet before either of them had caught their breath.
“Christ,” he whispered. He pressed a kiss to her hair and breathed her in like he was still getting himself together, but then he backed away, his attention going to her mouth. Her hand flew up to fix things, but he blocked her. He brushed his thumb over the corner of her mouth where some of his release had escaped and he held it to her lips. “Finish.”
She sucked the pad of his thumb, holding his gaze and watching the way his pupils dilated.
“You are the sexiest woman I?
??ve ever met, Elle McCray,” he said, his tone dead serious.
“I bet you say that to all the girls who give you a blow job,” she teased, her voice light and breathless, her heart beating too fast.
“No. I don’t.” He leaned in and kissed her long and deep, his taste still lingering on her tongue and his appreciation clear in every move.
She groaned into it, her breasts rubbing against his chest, her need to be skin-to-skin making her dizzy. He’d teased her about begging earlier, but now she might be ready to do it for real. He slid his hand down her body and found the throbbing heat between her thighs. His fingers slid over swollen, embarrassingly slick flesh.
He smiled against her mouth. “And in a crushing defeat…”
She couldn’t help but laugh. “You don’t play fair.”
He tucked two long fingers inside her, making electricity spark over her skin and her words lodge in her throat. “Who said anything about playing fair? I like to win. I especially like to win when it means getting my cock sucked and having a beautiful doctor so wet her thighs are slick.”
Her head tilted back against the door. “Somehow I don’t feel like I’m losing right now.”
“That’s the best part. Even the loser gets a prize. Me.”
She snorted but the sound cut off halfway through because Lane lowered himself to his knees, his fingers still buried deep inside her, and put his mouth to her. Her body bucked instantly, the feel of his hot mouth almost too much at once. Her hands went to his shoulders, grappling for balance in case her knees gave out.
But soon he was guiding her thigh over his shoulder and pressing her into the door, holding her in place. Her body opened for him like a book, one his velvet tongue would read every page of. She gasped for air and all the blood in her body rushed downward.
His fingers pumped deep, and his lips and tongue worshipped every sensitive, needy part of her, making everything hum with awareness. Her back bowed and her head tapped against the door in some erotic Morse code. Need to come. Need to come. Lane shifted and kissed her deep between her legs, his tongue working with his fingers to bring her to the edge of her control.
“Lane.” The word was a plea, but she wasn’t sure for what. She felt like she was going to break apart. “Please.”
He made a sound, his lips vibrating against her, and she shattered. It’d been too long and he was far too good at what he was doing for her to hold out any longer. She cried out, probably giving anyone in the hall a shock, and came in a whole-body rush of sensation that had her wanting to collapse to the floor in a puddle of useless limbs.
Lane didn’t let her fall, though. He held her in place and continued to pleasure her until her body began to quake, and then he softened his approach, kissing her thighs with feather-light brushes of his lips.
He slipped her leg from over his shoulder and helped her to the floor. There was no fight left in her body. She settled into his lap and he cradled her against him, soothing words drifting from his lips.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against her hair, stroking his fingers gently through the strands. “I don’t know how we got here, but I’m glad it’s now.”
The words filtered through the filmy afterglow in her mind but instead of warming her, the compliment hit some old open cut. Anxiety shimmered through her.
She must’ve stiffened because Lane stopped stroking her hair. “What’s wrong?”
She shook her head, trying to fight the reaction.
But he didn’t let her get away with the rebuff. He tipped her face toward him, his eyes searching hers. “Tell me.”
She wet her lips, her throat tight. “The sweet words. They’re making me…it triggers…”
His eyes flickered with understanding, but there was an edge of sadness there, too. “This makes me want to go kill that man downstairs in that ballroom. Make him pay for the things he did to you.”
She closed her eyes as her body trembled.
He pushed her hair away from her face. “Look at me, Elle.”