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Ruth

Iblinked at him, and my fingers curled around the sides of his neck. “A lesson?”

He nodded with mock gravity. “You do like to learn, don’t you?”

“I do,” I agreed slowly. I wasn’t sure where he was going with this, but I sensed a game.

Cal leaned over to the right where his bag lay open at his feet. With a fast glance down, he tugged two black disposable gloves out of the box before straightening again. “See, the thing with the human body is,” he slipped his left hand into a glove. I watched him with round eyes, and excitement built in a steady thrum at my center. “We have the same parts, but they don’t… respond the same.” His glove snapped as he tightened it over his hand. “You follow me?”

“No,” I gusted out honestly.

Cal pulled the other glove over his right hand and caught my confused stare. “I’ll show you.” He settled me more firmly on his lap, making sure I was comfortable. “Let go of the blanket, Dr. Coldwell.”

Well, it’s now or never. Don’t be a coward.After a moment of hesitation, my fingers released the blanket, and it bared my body. Cal swished it aside, and then he framed my face with his gloved hands. He tickled a line down the bridge of my nose with his right thumb. “This is your nasion, which is the midpoint of the frontonasal suture.”

My eyes fluttered closed, and I felt his touch like a brush stroke that carried all the way down to my lips. “Okay.”

“Does that arouse you?”

I startled, opening my eyes again. I was completely naked in his lap, with my nipples hardening against the cold A/C air and insides squirming with latent desire. Of course, his touch aroused me. I blinked at him, unwilling to admit how potently he affected me. “Uh… not really.”

He nodded. “Let’s try another one.” I suddenly saw where he was going with this.

My lips curved into a smile. “Let’s.”

He traced my bottom lip. “Open your mouth.” I gave him a disbelieving blink. He waited patiently, so I obeyed, opening my mouth a fraction. He slipped his thumb between my lips, and pressing down on my tongue, he slid along the center fold. “The pharyngeal reflex is a funny thing,” he explained, pushinghis thumb deeper into my mouth. “Some people do find that arousing. The nerves here,” he explained, pressing hard against the soft tissue, “can be sensitive.”

My clit agreed, and I coughed around a soft gag. He removed his thumb, caressing my lip again. “How was that, Dr. Coldwell? Did that arouse you?”

“No,” I lied, squirming slightly in his lap. In truth, his thumb in my mouth had made me want to suck it down further. And that made me want to wrap my lips around his cock and push him down far until I gagged on his length.

Cal’s lips pressed into a smile. “Okay.”

The blush that had started in my cheeks was traveling down my neck to my chest, and it warmed my insides like I’d swallowed the sun. I wasn’t sure I’d ever played sex games before, but I must have been missing out because I was enjoying this thoroughly. The way Cal’s eyes stayed glued to my every reaction, the way his left arm circled around me to hold me in place—it was stoking that solar heat inside of me like nothing I could remember.

Cal tilted my chin to the side, exposing the left side of my neck. “There are too many anatomical parts to your neck to name now,” he said, pulling me closer and bending his mouth to the side of my throat. “But this part,” he whispered his lips across the pulse point just below my jaw, “where your upper jugular moves to your posterior triangle,” he licked a line down my neck to the far side just under my earlobe. “This is my favorite.”

I shivered, and like the nerves there were connected by a direct line to my core, my open center clenched in response. I suddenly decided that it was my favorite too. I had the sudden desire to have him bite me there.

“Does that arouse you, Coldwell?” he murmured against my skin.

I swallowed hard. “It might.”

I felt his smile. “Getting somewhere.” He pulled away, straightening and reaching up to his shoulder to take my wrist between his fingers. He brought it between us, and pressing his thumb to the center of my palm he exposed the delicate skin of my inner wrist. Flicking a look up to me, he skated his lips across the sensitive skin. “This is your volar wrist.” He ignited a crackle of pleasure along the outside with a graze of his teeth. “Ulnar zone.” He rotated it to kiss the inside line toward my forearm. “Radial zone.”

Goosebumps erupted along my arm, raising the fine hair along the back. “Oh,” I breathed, watching him with mounting arousal that threatened to turn my organs to ash.

He licked a line up my inner arm until he reached the sore bruise where he’d taken samples from my vein yesterday. He brushed a feather-light kiss over it. “How do we feel about that one?”

“It’s good,” I said tightly. Breathing hard, I felt a prickle of sweat at my hairline, and that heat at my core flashed through me like a solar flare. “Is it… it’s kind of hot in here. Don’t you think?”

Cal’s expression wavered with amusement. “Is that right? Interesting.” He placed my hand on my thigh, but then his fingers stroked the sensitive inner flesh. “Your saphenous nerve runs this way,” he said, coasting his gloved finger up the inside of my thigh to my aching center. I gasped in a sharp breath, but he moved back down and curved around toward the top of my thigh. “And your femoral artery here.”

My legs shook and I grasped a fistful of his shirt over his shoulder. “R-really?”

“But I think the really interesting anatomy here is your pectineus.” Cal skated both his thumbs up my inner thighs, molding his fingers around the top of my legs, until he reached the juncture of my thighs where they were spread wide. He pressed firmly, and an electric shock of desire went straight to my clit. I held onto his shoulders for dear life as he said, “Pressure here should feel particularly good.”

It does. Oh my God, I’m going to spontaneously combust. Actually, maybe it’s not spontaneous. Maybe he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.“Yeah,” I agreed with difficulty. I stared down at his thumbs, so close to where I really wanted them, and I decided this anatomy lesson was actually a form of torture. “I think… I think I learned quite a bit. Now if you could just—” I shifted restlessly, flicking up a pleading look to his burning gaze.