Illicit Intuitions: Sensory Ops, Book 3 by Nikki Duncan Page B

raw nerves. She had never been so aware of every nerve on her body. Whatever was happening to her went beyond a need for sexual release.
    If she didn’t release some pressure, fast, her mind was likely to break.
    Her lungs constricted and silvery blue lights sparked in her vision. She tried to stand. Her legs were too weak.  
    Desperate, Ava crawled out of the tub and into her bedroom. Barely able to hold herself upright, she jerked open the drawer and grabbed the package holding the nubby.  
    Sensing the coming relief, her hips jerked forward.  
    The hard plastic package slipped beneath her wet hand. She pulled it out and ripped it open. The watch-type battery fell onto the carpet. And damn if her hands didn’t shake as she twisted off the end of the vibrator, popped the battery into place and slipped the little bullet thingy into the rubbery sleeve. Her finger—practically having a life of its own—dove through the ring.  
    What was happening to her? She wasn’t herself. Hadn’t been since that morning in H’s lab.
    With a flick of the switch, her finger jumped to life beneath a low hum.
    Ava fell to her back on the floor, spread her legs and placed the nubby on her clit. She flattened her free hand over her chest and grabbed her breast, squeezing. Flicking her thumb over her nipple, her need bumped up a notch.  
    Long and low and luscious, Dr. H moaned in her head. Encouraged her to touch herself. She ran her hand down her chest and over her stomach. Her back arched, as if it was his hand on her body. Her body pulsed. Release flooded through her.  
    “Ohhh-ooooohh.” She rolled her head. Her hips jerked and sought more.  
    She’d been so ramped up that once wasn’t enough. Her skin heated and hummed with the alertness she’d felt when he woke her that morning in her car. He’d invaded her space. Now he invaded her mind. He shared the raw bliss of her agonizing pleasure as intently as if he was at her side.  
    His moans in her mind egged her on. Enticed her to take herself higher.  
    She pressed her vibrating finger a little harder against her clit. The moisture of her arousal slicked her fingers. She licked her lips, picturing his tongue. His hands. His body, wet from the ocean.  
    Quaking. Contracting. Quivering. She moved at a frenzied pace, rubbing her clit, pinching her nipple, taking herself higher. Her scalp tingled. The pulse in her temple assaulted her wound, but she couldn’t make herself care.  
    Mmmm. Let go.
    Her eyes widened. If she wasn’t so certain she was behind locked doors, she’d swear that had come from him.
    She came again and collapsed with her hand to her side. He wasn’t with her, but he was there. He had propelled her to the finish.  
    Orgasm without a partner, let alone multiple ones, was a new experience for her. Hell, they’d never been easy with a partner.  
    She needed to figure out what magic Dr. H possessed.

Chapter Seven
    He’d fought to keep his shields in place against the sparking assaults.
    He’d fought to not feel her increasing arousal heat his blood mercilessly.  
    He’d fought desperately to stay out of her head and not experience her orgasms, withholding himself from his own.  
    The power of her skyrocketing emotions slamming into H, even from several rooms away, battered his defenses until he’d lost the battle.  
    She’d unwittingly connected with him, and it wasn’t like him accidently walking into a room. He couldn’t quietly back out unnoticed. No. To avoid reopening her wound, he had no choice but to stay with her.  
    Heat coursed through his veins. Prickling pulses of pleasure skated across the skin of his chest in a searing caress. A caress that wasn’t real.  
    His dick swelled and pressed against his zipper. After a life of being told how to dress, he always wore baggy shorts and sandals for comfort, but his shorts weren’t baggy enough when Ava was around.  
    He didn’t make it to the sofa before his legs buckled. He