Page 84 of Doc Showmance
“The runs won’t kick in until tomorrow when he’s back at your place.”
“Here I thought you were more mature than other men I’ve dated. Turns out you’re only in it to steal my dog’s love.”
“Just keeping your opinion of me real.” He pulled me into him and wrapped his thick arm around me. “Did you wear these leggings on purpose? Have you seen your ass in them?”
“Sure did. It’s quite round. But you like it, don’t you?”
He brought his mouth to mine to place a whisper of a kiss. His hand slipped up the back of my shirt to pull me in closer. The kiss got deeper.
His hand slid lower to the waistline of my leggings. He kissed down my neck, rubbing the rough edges of his jaw against my sensitive skin. “This is all going so fast.”
“I know.” I hugged him closer to me. “Too much in too short a time period. This feeling… It’s what I’ve been trying to avoid for a long time.”
“What feeling?” He stopped kissing me, but his hand against my back continued to make small, lazy circles.
“Nothing. We were forced into this. I can’t separate reality from unreality anymore.”
He whispered, “I’m here. This is real. Me wanting to do things to you on this counter and in my bedroom. That’s not fake. There are no cameras here. It’s okay to feel real things. I want that. I—”
“Take this off,” I said to distract him from wherever that was headed. I yanked his shirt over his head before he realized what I was doing. I ran my finger over and between his pecs. “You’re so sexy, Ian. Is it weird I want to kiss you everywhere? To suck on every divot?”
“No,” he said hoarsely. “Not weird.”
I ran my tongue along his muscles, sucking on each divot and crease, and down his abdomen. I played with the waistline of his pants as I worked my way lower.
“Shit,” he muttered when my fingers grazed his dick.
“Stop,” he said and caught my hands when they stretched his waistband. “Just stop for a second.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m seconds from coming. Just…need to breathe.”
“Really?”
“Fuck, yes. Having you touch me and lick me all over is incredible. You’re everything I ever dreamed of.” He ran his finger along my lips. “You’re smart, beautiful, tough as nails, and hate my family. I swear I’m thanking the universe for making this possible.”
I felt my eyes tear up. “I’ve never been someone’s dream before. I need you. Can we please skip to the fun part?”
I’d die if he denied me, not that I thought he would. Not after last night. But I knew deep in my soul I was falling in love with him. Maybe I had loved him for a long time.
He stood and took my hand to lead me into a bedroom, leaving the lights off. The room was lit by a small nightlight. There wasn’t a frenzy to get clothes off, but more of a slow release of clothes. Each shed garment seemed to fill the air with more lust and more anticipation.
“Are you turned on looking at me?” he asked.
I nodded.
“Let me see.” He climbed between my legs on the bed and lowered his mouth to me. A feral moan escaped me. He took me to a high but stopped right before I tumbled over the edge.
“Don’t stop. Please, Ian…”
He chuckled. Fucking chuckled. He pressed a kiss to my navel as he worked his way up to my breasts to suck hard on each peak.
“Shit.” I wiggled beneath him, trying to angle to get him where I wanted.
He pressed a kiss into me before he rolled off me to the nightstand, where he unwrapped a condom and slid it on. Then he was back. “I need to be inside you.”
He slowly slid into me, so big. I felt stretched. “You’re so much. I’m so full. Fuck… I think I’m going to come.”
