Page 80 of Burned By the Broken Doctor

Fuck, this man makes me crazy.

“You know damn well what I’m thinking about.”

His pull is too strong. I can’t escape it. I don’t even want to. I lean upward to let our lips meet. I can’t do without him, I’m already addicted. With a low groan, I welcome his tongue into my mouth, lust ripping through me, making me rub my thighs together.

I grab the front of his shirt, hungry with need. As we kiss, my hands travel lower until they brush against the thick hard proof that he wants me as much as I want him. I grip his cock, and he hisses. I unfasten his pants, lower the zipper, and he pops into my hand.

“Holy shit,” I groan as I look up at him.

He shrugs and smiles down at me. “Decided to go commando today.”

I bat my lashes at him and drag my tongue over my lips. “Now I love myself a prepared man.”

I lift my waist and lower my own jeans. His hands join me, pulling both my panties and jeans down. I’m fucking ready for him to take me right here. Heat is boiling in my veins, and I can feel the warmth of my wetness between my legs.

He reaches for his wallet for a condom but comes up short. I grab him, holding his stiff length at the base.

“C’mon, Liam,” I roll my eyes. “We’ve done this without a condom before.”

Liam pulls back slightly, breathing heavily. “I guess you have an IUD or are you on the pill?”

I shake my head, catching my breath. “No, I don’t. I only use after-pills since I don’t have sex often.”

The spark in his eyes dims, replaced by a flicker of annoyance. “Seriously, Emma?” he asks, his voice laced with frustration. “You don't use any birth control?”

The playful atmosphere evaporates like a mist. My stomach clenches, and a wave of heat flushes my cheeks. “It's not like I have sex all the time, Liam,” I stammer, my voice defensive. “I just… I usually use the morning-after pill if something unexpected happens.”

His jaw clenches, and his frustration morphs into something akin to anger. “Unexpected? Emma, this isn't unexpected! We're not teenagers sneaking around behind a movie theater. This is… This is different. We’ve been constantly having sex for weeks now.”

His words sting. Maybe a part of me has been clinging to that carefree feeling, the stolen kiss under the fairy lights. But Liam is right. This is different. This is…real. And the reality of the situation, the potential consequences, comes crashing down on me.

“Look,” I say, my voice trembling slightly, “I'm responsible. I always take care of things.”

He throws his hands up in exasperation. “Responsible? Emma, you could be putting your health at risk, not to mention mine! And what about a child? Are you seriously telling me you'd be okay with an accidental pregnancy?”

Tears prick my eyes, blurring my vision. “Of course not!” I cry. “But it's not like we planned on this, Liam. It just…happened.”

“Exactly!” he exclaims, his voice rising slightly. “And that's why we need to be careful. We can't just throw caution to the wind. I’m not ready to have a child accidentally and ruin our lives.”

I blink in shock, his words hitting me like a slap. “Liam, I’m not like you. I don’t have sex for fun. And Ethan doesn’t seem like a problem to June and Damon, does he? You only say that because you lack the ability to love.”

I push him back and get to my feet. “You should leave, Liam. I can’t continue this.”

The accusation hangs heavy in the air. His expression softens, a flicker of regret crossing his features. “Emma, I…” he begins, reaching out a hand toward me.

I flinch back, my body recoiling from his touch. “Don't,” I choke out, my voice thick with emotion. “You know what, Liam? Maybe this was a mistake.”

Tension immediately replaces the playful atmosphere of just moments ago. This isn't how I'd envisioned the night ending. This isn't how I'd envisioned us.

“Emma, wait?—”

“Just go,” I say, my voice breaking. “Please.”

He stares at me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. He hesitates for a moment, his eyes lingering on me. Then, without another word, he turns and walks out of the cottage, leaving me alone with the dying embers of the fire and the deafening silence of a broken connection.

Collapsing onto the sofa, I wrap my arms around myself, tears streaming down my face. The door closes behind him, and I bury my head in my hands, tears streaming down my face.

The night that started so beautifully has ended in heartbreak, and I’m left wondering how things went so wrong. I stare up at the sky, the stars blurry through my tears, and feel a deep, aching sadness settle in my chest. It all feels like a cruel joke now. We've gotten so close, only to be ripped apart by the harsh reality of the situation.

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