Page 102 of Burned By the Broken Doctor

“Emma?” The soft whisper of her name is all I can manage.

She grins, biting down on her lip and shaking her head to flip away tendrils of hair covering her eyes. “Come get me, Liam.”

That plea set me back in motion. I rip off my shirt, sending buttons scattering across the floor, hooking fingers into my pants and pulling it down along with my boxer briefs. My cock pops out, fully ready for her and she licks her lips as she pulls her own panties down.

“I need you inside me right now, Liam.”

I grab her legs, lifting them over my shoulder as I place her onto my cock. She wiggles down on me, and I watch myself disappear between slick warm folds. We both gasp at the sensation. It’s been just about a little over a week since I was inside of her.

I missed it. I missed her. Her body is wrapped tight around me, like it is made for me. Perfectly sheathing me as her walls pulsed as I pull out slowly and then move back in.

“I fucking love you inside me, Liam. Faster, Liam. Take me.”

Her words are mixed with moans and the sounds of both drives me crazy. I give her what she wants, pounding into her hard, fast and furious. Sounds rip from her—sobs, whines, groans, moans, shrieks. She wriggles and thrashes until I pause to listen to her, worried that I am hurting her. But then she begs me to go faster, telling me that she loves my cock and wants it even harder. I push as hard as I can go until our orgasms crash over us, sending both of us onto the couch, yelling and throbbing as we ride the waves.

“I love you, Emma Cole,” I mumble against her lips.

“I love you, too, Liam. I think I fell in love with you after that first night in New York.”

I smirk as the night plays back in my mind. “I’m sorry for that night, Emma.”

“Actually, I’m not,” she gasps. “You were an asshole. But I needed to meet that asshole so I can finally fall head over heels in love.”

“Just so you know, I didn’t want you to leave that day. And that has never, I mean never happened to me before. I think that scared me actually, and after that, I couldn’t find real interest in another woman no matter how much I tried.”

“Good.” She grins. “Now I’m glad to know I ruined you just as much as you did to me.”

“I think I had much more to lose. It wasn’t like you had men lining up outside your door?”

“What did you say?” Her eyes go wide. “I was the star girl of this town. Of course I had men lined up. Most of them gentlemen.”

“Well, they better stay off your door now.” I cup her cheeks. “Or most of them might go home regretting they ever liking you.”

“Same goes for the ladies sniffing around you.”

I laugh and she grits her teeth and grunts, lazily throwing a tight fist in the air. “I carry a mean punch you know?”

“No one’s getting me off your side sweetheart.”

“Good.” She nods. “And you should know you really don’t have a choice in the matter. I gave you to chance to leave, and you didn’t, so now you’re stuck till death do us part.”

“Till death do us part.” I echo, closing my lips over hers again.

We kiss, our bodies moving in sync. The world around us ceases to exist. It’s just us, wrapped in our love and passion. The fears and doubts that once haunted me fade away, replaced by a certainty that I’ve never felt before.

“So, will you marry me, Emma? To keep me by your side forever?”

She pauses, and I almost regret popping the question now. There’s no ring, no grandiose preparation. It’s just me and her with our hearts and our lust right now, and I wonder if I may be wrong. She’s probably dreamed of a grand proposal, and she’s deserving of one.

Then a bright smile breaks on her lips as she nods. “I will marry you, Liam Miller. I want you for husband, and I’m claiming you.”

We’re going to make this work. We’re going to build a life together, one filled with love, laughter, and maybe even a little chaos. But it’s a future I’m no longer afraid of, because I know that with Emma by my side, anything is possible.

“Now it’s time for the sweet and slow round.”

She nods and murmurs her readiness against my lips, and our kisses grow more intense. I feel a sense of peace wash over me. This is where I’m meant to be. Here, with Emma, in our own little world. And for the first time in a long time, I feel truly, completely happy.

The late afternoon sun slants through the car window, painting golden streaks across Emma's face. I can't help but steal glances at her, the woman who has become my everything. Our hands are intertwined, a silent promise that mirrors the one in my heart. Today is the day. Today, we'll tell Dad.

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