Page 35 of The Doctor's Simple Life

“Why not?”

“All right. Surprise me, then.”

It’s not a challenge I should have accepted. I’m usually the one ordering a cocktail, not making them. But I’ve seen it done a hundred times. How hard can it be?

I study my cupboard for a second and pull out some tequila, then orange juice and a single lime from the fridge, hoping that inspiration will strike. Slowly, I pull a glass out and place it on the countertop. This will be fine. I’ve got it.

But as I fumble about with the glass and the liquid, Sienna starts to giggle. “You have no idea what you’re doing, do you?”

“Yes, I do,” I snap, which is about as good a confession as she needs.

She grins at me, then pushes me aside to take the bottle. Our hands brush against each other, and an electric shock jolts through my arm. She turns her head to look at me, and our eyes meet. And that’s the moment when I know that whatever this feeling for her is, it’s not a one-off.

It’s something I want to pursue.

It’s something I need. I need to make her mine.

Our eyes linger, and I start to get lost in those green gems, like they’re hypnotizing me and I can’t do anything else but lean in and kiss her. Her lips are soft and warm against mine, just like they were in the lake, but this is more. There’s a heat burning underneath this kiss, a desire that’s more than just my own.

All of a sudden, our hands are on each other, pulling us in closer, and the kiss gets deeper, more intense, so hot that I feel like I’m burning in my shirt. It’s still damp too, and it sticks against my skin. Right now, I can’t tell if it’s damp from the pond or damp from the sweat.

I start pulling at the hem of her shirt, wanting to touch her, to feel her, and Sienna’s hands come to mine.

“Is this a good idea?” she whispers.

“It’s definitely not a bad one,” I growl. “You have no idea how badly I want to taste you right now.”

She chuckles nervously and a flash of doubt rushes through me. Surely she’s not so innocent that this is outrageously flirty, is it? Her lips are so delicious, but her uncertainty shakes me, so I pull back for a second, waiting to see what she really wants.

I don’t have to wait long because a heartbeat later, she reels me back in and our lips crash together once more. She tastes like lake water and lavender, and I’m getting dizzy just from being so close to her. The whole world has shrunk down to this pinpoint, and I wouldn’t care if everything else vanished around us.

All I need, at this very moment, is this.

I let my hands move away from her body for a second so I can take off my shirt. She runs her fingers over my chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps on my skin. At least she likes what she sees.

Then I have to touch her again because my hands on her is the only thing tethering me to the ground. I lean in to kiss her neck. “Let’s take this upstairs,” I rumble in her ear.

She nods, and I all but carry her as we stumble up the stairs towards my bed. She must be able to feel that hardness pressing into her leg as we go, and I wonder how wet she is underneath her pants. Is she dripping for me?

The thought makes me even harder.

I take her into my bedroom, and with a surge of confidence, Sienna takes her own shirt off and drags me over to the bed. I moan in satisfaction as her hands are on me. “God, I need you so bad.”

“Not as much as I need you,” she whispers, her voice thick and wanting. She pushes me down onto my back and makes quick work of my shorts, freeing my throbbing cock. For a second she scrutinizes me, then before I can doubt my prowess, she looks down and says, “May I?”

“You definitely may.”

Then she wraps her lips around me, and it’s a fight not to let my eyes flicker shut. I want to keep this image of her forever. But as she weaves magic with her tongue, I can’t help it. My head drops back onto the pillow and I moan without shame, the tension inside me coiling and building and waiting for the perfect moment to release like a spring.

When it does, I cry out, my vision blurring in bliss. Sienna sits up on her heels, and I clumsily push myself up to meet her in a kiss, tasting myself on her lips.

I don’t hesitate to let my own hands reach down to her shorts, undoing the button so I can slide my fingers into her underwear. She’s wetter than I could have imagined, and I slip a finger inside her. It’s an awkward angle, but her eyes widen and roll back in her head, so I must be doing something right.

It takes a second, but I figure out how to move in the perfect way and wrap my other arm around her waist, pushing her shirt up so I can feel her bare skin hot against my palm.

She stops grinding against my hand for a second so she can tear her shirt and bra off, and while the moment is interrupted, I take the time to help her out of her shorts, leaving her utterly naked in my bed. She comes back to straddle my knees, and I find her wetness with my fingers again.

This time I don’t stop until she shakes around me and comes with a scream.

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