But she didn’t have to worry about it, because Gabe didn’t seem to be done. He leaned forward, bracing his palms on either side of her body, pressing a kiss between her breasts, down her stomach.

He paused then, turning her to the side, brushing his fingertips over that big, angry bruise that bled over her skin. “Damn, baby, that looks like it hurts.”

“It’s...it’s fine,” she said, her voice shaking.

The way his fingers moved over her body now wasn’t clinical or medical at all. There was fire in his touch.

He lowered his head and licked her hip. Her bruise.

She jumped. “I can kiss it better,” he said, his voice rough as he pressed his lips to the edge of the bruise, then went gently around the perimeter. It was so soft. Such a tease.

She gripped the bedspread, trying to tamp down the restlessness in her body. She had no idea what to do with this. With this torture.

This beautiful torture.

And when he was through with her hip, he went down farther.

“Gabe...”

Theoretical knowledge of sex had not prepared her for this. For what he intended to do. This moment.

This wasn’t Tab A into Slot B. This was extracurricular.

But Gabe was intent, and far be it from her to interrupt the expert.

And oh...he was an expert.

He kissed the inside of her thigh, then moved to her center, his tongue unerring as it slipped right over her sweet spot.

She reached down, gripped his hair and held on as he teased her. As he tormented her.

She felt like in the past few hours she had learned a very key thing. Men had magic tongues.

She had thought tongues were for talking, for helping you chew, for sticking out at your annoying brothers.

Apparently, there were a whole lot more things you could do with the tongue.

And Gabe was very good at all of them.

She shifted, and then he pressed a finger against the entrance of her body. She winced as he pushed it inside her. The invasion was unfamiliar, but not unpleasant. She began to relax, and by the time he added a second finger, she was arching toward him, basically begging for more.

He pumped his fingers in and out while he continued to tease her with his tongue, and then he closed his lips over her and sucked, pleasure breaking over her like a wave.

One she hadn’t seen coming.

She cried out, clenching her legs, digging her knees into the side of his head, pulling his hair, as her orgasm rocked her.

When she caught her breath, when she came back to earth, Gabe was looking up at her, those blue eyes filled with smug, masculine triumph.

And Jamie felt...

Well, she felt profoundly naked.

But she didn’t have a moment to ponder that, because Gabe was kissing his way back up her body and reaching over into his nightstand, grabbing hold of a condom and tearing it open.