COLD NOVEMBER RAIN
BOOK #2 IN THE DOC SERIES
BY LISA BETH DARLING
Mason and his Mystery Lover meet again in the
second installment of the hot adult The Doc Series. As he becomes sucked into her world of
insanity, hot sex and crazy love ensue much against Mason's better
judgment. Mason is not alone in his lust
for the fair 'Rose'. Someone else is watching and seething over her loss.
"You're
in my head." Morning, noon, and night she was in his head and now she was
finally back in his bed. He wasn't going to let any of the night slip by him.
She leaned into him and he took one pert pink nipple into his mouth as he
breathed deeply of her scent. Rick was slightly disappointed not to have the
sweet scent of honeysuckle greet him he remembered it so well in his dreams.
Disappointment turned to arousal as the heady aroma of cinnamon settled into
his brain. With his lips and tongue sucking at her nipples, his head buried
against her chest he heard her heartbeat pick up the pace.
Like
the last time, she pushed him down on the bed and straddled him. She stared
down at him with hungry sparkling eyes. "I've been waiting for you too,
Doc." She whispered. That was true; she had been waiting for him. She'd
been elated when she saw him walk into the bar tonight. She tried hard not to
show it but she immediately began coming up with ways to politely ditch the
much younger man she'd been considering for her evening company. When Doc came
over to the table and dismissed the other man as though he were nothing more
than annoying fly, she was very turned on. Yes, she liked a man who knew when
to be a man and take charge of the situation. Doc seemed like that type of a guy
to her.
Rick's
warm hands planted themselves on each of her hips and then slowly made their
way up the curve of her supple back to the braid at the back of her head.
Untying the ribbon keeping her hair in place, he ran his fingers through her
dark fiery tresses until they was loose, wild and hanging free wisping about
her face and breasts. It was much longer than he remembered it being this past
summer, then it had only cascaded to her shoulder blades. Cupping her pretty
face in his hands, he brought her down and in for a long kiss taking in the
taste of her and the scent of cinnamon hanging heavy in the air.
Cinnamon.
The
scent of Fall. Of crisp leaves, hot cider and warm apple pie. Of nights by the
fire, glasses of wine and sweet kisses such as this.
Straddled
over him, her hips slowly ground down on him making the crotch of faded jeans
steamy. Lips and chests pressed together, skin to unfettered skin; she reached
down between her own legs to undo the restrictive clothing he was still
wearing. Before she could free him, Rick rolled her over onto her back and
pinned her hands behind her head with one hand. She let out a deep sighing moan
and her back arched off the bed.
He
knew she liked it rough, question was- how rough? Getting a firm grip on her
wrists, he picked them up as he reached into the drawer by the bed to produce
the handcuffs. She didn't complain in the slightest when he harnessed her to
the bed. Now his hands were free and she was secure.
From
below him, in a heavy whisper she asked, "What are you doin', Doc?"
"Nothing
you don't want me to, Rosie." Rick whispered back. With devilish delight,
he put the key between her breasts so that she could see it but she couldn't
get to it. Looking back at her it was clear to see that she was so hot right
now she was almost glowing. Those limpid eyes sparkled with anticipation. Yes,
this was the way she wanted it. However, chances were she didn't want it too
rough. Like last time, just rough enough to let her know who was in control
tonight. He was going to take as much delight as he possibly could in finding
out just where she drew that line.
Over
and over, in his dreams one thing haunted him more than anything else did, even
more than those pale eyes and sweet sighs. He didn't get to indulge in it the
last time they were here. Now that he had her in such a submissive position,
and she was enjoying the hell out of it, he was going to indulge himself in
that act from the tip of his nose, to his lips, his chin and by the end of it,
hopefully he'd be soaked to chest with it. Slowly, he made his way down her
naked body from neck to shoulder to nipple and further still. Hands and mouth
roaming wherever he pleased, lingering as long as he wanted all while he
listened to her sigh and took in the enthralling scent of her. Turns out
Medical School is good for more than medical situations. An intimate knowledge
of female anatomy did wonders outside of the hospital. In fact, he couldn't
remember a class he enjoyed more and was hard-pressed to think of one that he'd
put into practical use more often. Seemed she liked it too. There were so many
subtle places to touch and taste a woman's body. So many places other men
passed by without a single thought, but they didn't understand about nerve
endings, pressure points, and endorphins. Hell, let's face it; most guys didn't
know the difference between a moan of pleasure and a groan of pain.
Most
guys were idiots.
He
wasn't most guys.
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