Page 24 of Dirty Doctor
I shake my head. “Of course I like you—”
“Are you attracted to me?”
His words hang in the air. “I thought that was obvious when I rode your pillow and watched you come all over your carpet.”
Something heated passes across his face, and that expression—the dark eyes, the furrowed brows, the lopsided smile—will be the actual death of me.
“What are you scared of?” he asks gently, standing in front of me.
I can feel my chest rising and falling as my heart quickly thrums against my rib cage. Wiping my sweaty palms on the duvet cover, I shrug.
“I don’t want to ruin our family. I’m worried we’re not thinking about anything other than the physical aspect of it, and I don’t want to hurt my mom or Howard. Or you,” I add, my voice breaking. “I know you said we would just go back to hating each other, but you and I both know it wouldn’t. It wouldhurt.And we’d never want to spend time together. I know I’d probably avoid you at all costs. It would just be a painful reminder.”
Luke reaches down, grabbing my chin between his thumb and finger. “Why are you so convinced this won’t work out between us?”
I stiffen, my heart nearly stopping at his words. “What are you saying?” I whisper.
“I’m saying that I love you, Langley. That I’ve loved you probably since the first time I ever saw you, but I didn't understand it at the time. I’m saying that I think you love me, too. And I’m asking you to give me—to giveus—a chance.”
Tears prick at my eyes, and I nod as his thumb swipes a tear away. “Okay.”
CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
LUKE
Hearing her sayokay,watching as tears stream down her cheeks…
I bend down and kiss her, pulling her up so that she’s on her knees. I wrap my arms around her and tug her close, deepening the kiss and fisting her hair with one hand.
Her hair—herfuckinghair.The cinnamon-colored hair has always driven me crazy. It’s why red is my favorite color, why I always seem to have a thing for redheads, and why I always imagine a woman with cascading, red hair every time I pleasure myself.
It’s her.
It’s always been her.
“I don’t want to lose you,” she whimpers into my mouth. Her breath mixes with mine, and I feel myself thrusting my cock against the band of her pants.
“You won’t,” I answer.
“Promise me,” she continues, pulling her face away.
I reach up and place two hands on her face. “I promise.”
She nods and presses her lips against me, reaching up for the collar of my shirt. I smile against her as she works my buttons, struggling a bit and groaning.
I help her, and then I pull her shirt over her head.
Her perky, dark pink nipples will forever be my fantasy. Groaning, I cup her breasts in my hand, and she gasps.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to see these?” I ask, grinding against her as I squeeze her nipples. She cries out, arching her back.
“Do it again,” she asks, breathless.
I twist both nipples between my thumb and forefinger, watching as her mouth opens and her eyes flutter closed. I repeat it a few times until she’s gasping and pulling me in.
“I need you to fuck me, Luke,” she whimpers, lying down on her back.
I smile as I unbutton her jeans, sliding the denim down her legs and discarding them on the floor. I work her panties down next, a low growl sounding in my throat when I see that her perfect pussy is still glistening from earlier. I thought her nipples were my fantasy, but her pussy—perfect in every way—makes my cock twitch in my pants. I have to taste it.
