Page 9 of My Reluctant Valentine

“About this morning,” I echoed roughly. “You realize what you’re asking for? What you’re offering?”

“Yes.” She lifted her chin stubbornly. “I’m a doctor. I understand the mechanics of—”

“Stop. This isn’t about mechanics, Ella. This is about me taking everything you’ve only read about and making it reality. This is about me being your first.”Your only, I added silently to myself. “This is about me ruining you for any other man who might think about touching you.”

“Oh.” She made a small sound that went straight to my dick. “Well, that’s exactly what I want.”

Well, fuck me sideways.

“What happened to the shy little doctor from this morning?” I was surprised the steering wheel didn’t bend beneath my grip.

She gave that sexy little laugh that drove me wild—innocence and sin.

“She’s still here. But apparently being a virgin doesn’t stop me from wanting to crawl over this console and ride you like a cowgirl.”

I nearly drove off the fucking road.

“Shit.” My cock went from wood to steel in ten seconds flat. I didn’t think I could get any harder. But a little dirty talking from this woman had me thinking I could pound nails with my raging hard-on.

“I don’t see why you’re upset. I’m simply stating biological facts. You’re an exceptionally physically attractive specimen, and my body is responding with completely natural reactions.”

“Does that mean your pussy is wet?”

She didn’t answer my question but her breathing hitched. “You... you haven’t actually said yes. To my proposition. I canstop with the medical studies,” she offered weakly. “Do... do you want me to?”

“Fuck no.” The words exploded out of me as I pulled into the lodge’s parking lot like a deranged race car driver and killed the engine. “I want you exactly like this. Innocent and tempting and driving me out of my fucking mind. Which makes me the worst kind of bastard, because you’re Jake’s sister and my client. I should be helping you, not thinking about all the ways I want to corrupt you.”

“What if... What if I want you to corrupt me? Medically speaking, sexual frustration can…”

Her words trailed off as I gave a harsh laugh. “Be frustrating? Believe me, sweetheart, I know that firsthand.” Her gaze darted to me, to the hard ridge under my pants that I couldn’t conceal. I wanted to undo my zipper and pull out my cock, showing her just what the fuck she was doing to me. What I wanted to do to her.

“I trust you,” she whispered.

And just like that, I was kissing her, sealing our fate without saying a word.

She made a surprised sound against my mouth that quickly turned into a soft moan. She returned the kiss eagerly, even though I could tell she lacked experience. Which only made me harder. Made me want her even more. Her lips were soft and full and tasted like heaven. I tried to keep the kiss gentle, restraining the urge to give her the hot hungry contact my body was craving. But when her hands came up to clutch my shirt, something in me snapped.

I cupped the back of her head, angling her mouth under mine, teaching her with lips and tongue exactly how I wanted to kiss her. How I wanted to fuck her. She was a fast learner, my little doctor. When I nibbled her bottom lip, she whimpered and opened for me.

Fuck. She tasted like vanilla and coffee and… Mine. She tasted like mine. Her little gasps and moans were better than any fantasy. And I’d had a lot of them today. My face buried between her sweet thighs… her body stretching, her cries of completion.

I slid my free hand to her waist, pulling her closer over the center console.

“Cole,” she breathed against my mouth. “I feel... I’m... Is this vasocongestion?”

I broke the kiss on a laugh that was more of a half-groan. “Only you would use medical terminology during your first makeout session.”

“Is that what this is?” She looked dazed, lips swollen from my kiss. “My brain shortcuts to medical terms when I’m nervous. Or excited. Or both. Did you know kissing releases oxytocin, which—”

I silenced her with another kiss, harder this time. She melted against me, making those addictive little sounds. I wanted to pull her all the way over the console and let her ride me. But not for her first time. Our first time together. I dragged my mouth down her throat, and her pulse jumped under my tongue. “Still want to quote studies at me, little doctor?”

“I... what were we talking about?”

“That’s what happens when you stop thinking and just feel.” I sucked lightly at her pulse point, careful not to mark her. Yet. “No more medical terms. Just tell me how it feels.”

“Good,” she gasped. “So good. I didn’t know... I mean, I knew theoretically.”

I couldn’t resist not touching her. I cupped her pussy through her pants, splaying my palm over her mound. “Mine.” I emphasized my ownership with a sharp bite on her throat. “My pussy.”

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