Page 35 of Hale Yes (Highway to Hale #1)

Taunting her, I ask, “And what would you like me to do with your wet cunt after I’ve made you come?”

Her breaths are rapid pants that make her chest heave back and forth directly in my line of sight. It’s a beautiful sight.

“I want you to fuck it. Hard. However you want.” She blinks with faux innocence and adds, “Please, Dr. Hale.”

God. Damn.

I haven’t come in my pants since I was thirteen and MaryJo Dubanowski showed me her tits behind the gym, but hearing those words from Nicolette’s kiss-puffed lips takes me right to the edge of embarrassing myself.

Finally giving in to her pleas, I rub a firm circle around her clit, and she emits the most delicious sound of pleasure.

Wanting to hear more of that, I take one nipple into my mouth and apply enough suction to make my cheeks hollow.

Nicolette’s knees wobble, and she grips the edge of the lab table with one hand and uses the other on the back of my head to hold me to her breast. Not that she needs to because I have no desire to be anywhere else.

“Yes, yes, that feels so good, Dr. Hale.”

Fuck, why do I like when she calls me that?

I slide my long middle finger into her entrance, and a rumble starts in my chest when I feel how snug she is. I’m going to have to work her over a bit before I can even get a second finger in, much less my cock.

Nicolette grinds downward, and I hold the heel of my hand against her center while gliding my finger in and out of her. It takes a few minutes to get a second digit inside, and I’m itching to feel that silky warmth around my dick.

Watching for her reaction, I switch to the other breast and bite down lightly. My fingers are met with a gush of wetness, and I groan around her. Hmmm, she likes a little teeth with her suction .

Pumping my fingers in and out, I move my thumb to her clit and take another nibble of her rock-hard nipple before soothing the bite with the flat of my tongue. That’s when I feel the tremors begin in her hot cunt.

Before she can find her orgasm, I slide my fingers from her body and release her breast. She’s incensed, huffing out an exasperated breath.

“Why did you stop? I was so close,” she complains.

I don’t answer right away. Instead, I hold her gaze as I lick my fingers, slowly, one by one. Her green eyes flare with desire, and my cock surges forward at the salty taste of her. Then I step forward and curl my hand around her throat again.

“You will come when and where I tell you to come. And right now, I want you to come all over my face. I need that greedy little clit to quiver against my tongue as I lick you to paradise. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she breathes, and I’m hooked on the sound of her sweet surrender.

I make quick work of her pants, socks, and shoes before I take in the sight of her in the red thong that perfectly matches the bra she was wearing.

“I can appreciate how lovely these are,” I tell her, dragging two fingers between her legs and making her gasp, “but they’re not even worthy to grace your perfect body.” A few seconds later, the panties join the bra where they belong. On the floor.

Nicolette crosses her arms over her chest, and I meet her green gaze, slowly shaking my head, consternation heavy in my eyes.

“You don’t hide from me,” I instruct, taking her hands and tugging them down and to her sides. “You are perfect.” My head tilts thoughtfully to the side as I rake my eyes up and down her body. “Well, except for one small thing.”

She swallows audibly. “Wh-what?”

Stepping closer, I herd her with my big body until her ass is against the lab table, and then I trail my fingers up her neck and to the top of her head.

With my torso pressed against hers, I begin to remove the bobby pins holding her hair in its customary bun.

One by one, I make a stack as her locks begin to unwind.

“Jesus, how many fucking pins do you use?” I grumble after about the fiftieth one.

A soft giggle escapes her lips. “I have a lot of hair.”

“Hmph, no shit.”

While I’m disassembling her hairdo, she takes the time to run her hands all over my torso, and I revel in the fact that she feels comfortable enough with me to touch me at will.

Then her fingers pause to trace the scar on my left shoulder, and I tense, but she moves on without questioning me, thank god.

When her hair is in a high ponytail, I inspect the black band securing it. Deciding against trying to slide it down and over the mass of curls, I loop my index fingers into it and pull until it breaks.

Burying my fingers in the thick, loopy locks, I pull her forward and kiss her, massaging her scalp until I feel waves of softness cover the backs of my hands.

“That’s more like it,” I say against her lips. “Your hair is sexy as fuck.”

Nicolette’s tongue delves boldly into my mouth, and her arms wrap around my thick torso, binding our bodies together.

She tastes like the sweet tea we had earlier when I ordered dinner delivery, like sugar and a hint of mint.

Finally, I pull back and lower my hands to her waist. With an easy lift, I boost her bare ass onto the lab table, making her yelp.

Then I slide two fingers inside her pussy and attack her neck, my mouth exploring until I find a spot that makes her clench around me. And I suck on it.

“Helix!” she gasps. “Don’t leave a mark I can’t cover up. I don’t want Dr. Hale to see it at work tomorrow. He’s really bossy.”

I chuckle against her skin. “That’s what concealer is for, baby. If you need recommendations for a good one, I know a guy…”

Her laugh is music to my ears, and I lean back to find her mouth stretched with amusement.

She’s so pretty when she laughs. After one last hard press of my lips against hers, I place my hand in the center of her chest and give her a push.

“Put your feet on the table and lean back on your elbows so you can watch me eat your pussy.”

She does as instructed, and I lower to my knees, spreading her thighs wider for my inspection.

I’m now eye level with her pussy, which is pink and glistening with arousal, like a siren’s call for my mouth.

I kiss my way up her right thigh, my mouth taking little detours to explore new places to nip and lick.

When I reach the apex, I hold myself back from diving into where I really want to be—because, god, she smells good—and kiss down her left thigh, building the anticipation for both of us.

“Please, Dr. Hale,” she whimpers, and my cock swells in my pants.

The sound of her. The sight of her. The smell of her.

It’s like my synesthesia has shifted into another form, and all my senses seem to be crisscrossed.

I can practically taste her even though my mouth is inches from her heaven.

Glancing up at her face, I see her red aura, burning more brightly scarlet than I’ve ever seen.

So I take the leap, my groan mixing with her quiet noise of pleasure in the air between us as my tongue licks a long line from her hole, over her clit, and up the landing strip.

The dark hair is well-trimmed and feels slightly rough against my tongue, in direct contrast to the surrounding bare flesh that’s as smooth as satin.

I do it again. And again. She tastes better than any five-star meal I’ve ever had, her flavors popping on my taste buds like they were made to my exact specifications.

Reaching down, I free my painfully erect dick and give it two tight strokes to appease his need. Then I focus all my attention on Nicolette, burying my face in her heat and nuzzling my mouth in all her perfection.

I lift my gaze to make sure she’s watching. She is, her mouth gaping and her eyes heavy-lidded. When I wrap my lips around her swollen clit, she lets out the most seductive moan, urging me to suck harder.

Alternating between lips and tongue, I have her on the edge in less than sixty seconds. “I’m going to come for you,” she rasps, and I give her a scrape of teeth before sucking so hard on that little nub, it will probably be bruised tomorrow.

“Good fucking girl,” I tell her, my words muffled by her sweet cunt when I taste her orgasm. She grabs my hair with one hand and bucks her hips, grinding herself against my mouth as she loses her damn mind.

“Oh god. Yes, so good, so good,” she chants, and I release her clit and hold out my tongue for her to use. When her hips slow, Nicolette collapses back onto the table, spent, as I dot soft kisses over her pussy.

My dick is staging an all-out protest rally between my legs, and I give him a mollifying stroke until I can get inside this sensual woman.

Standing, I place my hands on either side of her body and lean over her. Her grin is one of pure satisfaction, and it makes me smile. Then she bites down on her lower lip as she pushes to a sitting position and scrapes her gaze down my body. Her eyes widen when she gets to my exposed cock.

“Okay, I don’t know where you think you’re going to put that thing,” she remarks, and I can’t help but laugh.

“Turn over, and I’ll show you.” I stroke my hands up her still-quivering thighs as she reaches for me, her fingers encasing my shaft. “Fuck, Nicolette,” I growl when she strokes me from root to tip.

My teeth grind together while she eases her hand up and down with aching slowness, her grip perfect. Her palm slides across my tip, gathering the wetness coating my crown, and I press my palms onto the countertop so hard, I’m afraid I may crack it.

“Do you want me to suck you?” Nicolette asks, her quietly delivered question going straight to my balls.

“More than anything, but not tonight, okay? I’m too close, and as soon as you get those pretty pink lips around me, I’ll explode.”

Not tonight? Why the hell did I say that? This is a one-time thing, remember?

“Will you fuck me with your suspenders on?” When my eyebrows shoot up in amusement, she blushes and explains, “They’re hot.”

Looping them back onto my shoulders, I lean down and kiss her lips. “Anything else I can do for you, madam?”