Tempted by Dr. Morales Read Online Free PDF

slipped in and slid around hers, slowly at first, letting her acclimatise herself to the taste of him, and she did, so easily. He tasted of raspberry and vodka and something else too, which Cate couldn’t quite place.
    He took things slowly, but not for long. Just as she started to relax, just as she thought she could manage a kiss goodbye with Juan, he breathed into her, shed a low moan into her, pressed into her, pushed in his tongue more deeply, and Cate found her missing ingredient—it was a dash of sin that he tasted of, because no kiss had turned her on so much. The press of his erection made her push her mound into him, the feel of his hot hand on her back had her skin turn to fire.
    It wasn’t just her first kiss after Paul, it was the first kiss she’d ever had that could propel her straight to the bedroom. She was kissing him back and with passion; it was still a slow kiss but their tongues danced with suggestion. His hand moved to her breast and how she wished she wasn’t wearing a bra that was too tight and digging in, but a moment later she wasn’t—as easily as that, Juan had undone it. Cate let out a small sigh of relief as her breast fell into his palm and then a moan of bliss as his hand cupped her and stroked.
    ‘I want you...’ He was at her neck and trailing his mouth down, she was stone-cold sober, yet almost topless and drunk on lust. He kissed back up to her mouth and she could feel the trail of wetness he had left on her chest—and how she wanted him. Her hands moved to his head and she felt the thick, long, jet-black hair that he refused to cut, felt the wedge of muscle of a man it would be so easy to be immoral with, understood exactly why women lost their heads to him, for she was losing hers.
    She moved her hand down to his shoulder, her fingers sliding to his neck, but Juan’s hands halted hers and moved them onto his chest. It jolted her, just a little, for in that moment not a fraction of their bodies had seemed out of bounds. Cate had been utterly lost but she returned to common sense and he felt it, their eyes opening together, and she saw the regret in his as she pulled her mouth back.
    ‘We could be so good together...’ His forehead was resting on hers and she was struggling to get her breath.
    Yes, they could be so good together but he would be so bad for her.
    Cate wasn’t looking for forever but neither was she looking for one night, or one week.
    She simply couldn’t do the casual thing, never had and never could. Could not walk into work tomorrow with everyone knowing she had succumbed to Juan’s undeniable charm.
    How she wanted to, though.
    How she wanted to give in to the urges that were pulsing through her as much as the music coming from his home, how she wanted to just say, yes, I can handle this. Except, stupid her, her body came attached to a heart that was already a bit bruised and did not need to be shattered by him.
    Oh, it would hurt to have him and then not. That much Cate knew.
    ‘Get over him, Cate!’ Juan said.
    She was so over Paul, not that he knew it. Cate did not dare reveal the truth, so she made a wry joke.
    ‘By getting under you?’
    ‘No,’ Juan said. ‘I want you on top. I want to watch you come.’
    He was bad.
    He was dangerous.
    He was everything she wanted and yet everything she didn’t.
    ‘Thanks for a lovely evening.’
    ‘Would you like to go out tomorrow?’ Juan offered.
    ‘No, thanks.’
    ‘Cate...’
    So she took a breath and told him, ‘I’m not what you’re looking for.’
    ‘You don’t know what I’m looking for.’
    ‘I don’t know what I’m looking for either,’ Cate admitted, ‘but it’s not...’ she tried to think of the right word and she didn’t know how best to say it ‘...you.’
    ‘Ouch.’
    Cate smiled and climbed into her car and caught the lingering fragrance of Juan from when he had been in her vehicle, the expensive note that overrode others.
    She knew that she hadn’t hurt him.
    Ouch would