Page 4 of Doctor Mile High
So much to learn in so little time.
When we get to the dance floor, he pulls me close by gripping my hips until I’m flush with his body. The music is sexy, slow, and sensual. Winston’s hands are on my hips, fisting the material of my dress which causes it to hike up my thighs a few inches. His knee pushes between my legs, and we sway. Our foreheads touch and our breaths mingle, our lips inches away from one another. The humidity in the air sticks to my skin. I lift my long dark hairoff my shoulders and Winston’s hands slide up my body before one wraps around the back of my neck.
His lips drag across my jaw, and I gasp into his ear, wishing we were alone, somewhere private.
Taking me by surprise, he snags my hand to pull me away from the tent and I giggle, running behind him. My feet sink into the sand and I do my best to find traction while alcohol flows through my veins.
When we’re far enough away from the luxurious canopy, he swings me around and presses me against a tree. His fingers grip my chin, tilting my head up as his eyes search mine for any form of resistance.
He won’t find any.
Grabbing him by the shirt, I yank him to me, pressing our lips together at last. He lifts my leg around his hip, the wide expanse of his palm wrapping around my thigh as if I’m a gift he wants to rip apart, his fingers digging into my flesh. His tongue delves into my mouth, the soft appendage stroking my own.
I whimper, digging my nails into his scalp and then raking them down and across his shoulders.
“Fuck,” he pants, breaking the passionate kiss so we can breathe. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone more than I do you.”
I lick my swollen lips, needing him closer, needing him to relieve the ache he has caused inside me. “Then do something about it,” I whisper, dragging my hand down his chest.
My fingers hook into his belt and I grow bolder, lowering my hand until I can grip his hard cock that’s tenting his pants.
“It’s our last night here. What are we going to do to remember it?” I press a kiss to his jaw, then the side of his neck.
The taste of salt is strong, the humidity and lust drowning us in heat.
His eyes narrow, taking my question as a challenge.
“So mouthy,” he says, his thumb rubbing across my bottom lip. “I can think of a few ways to keep those lips busy.”
“I don’t see you doing them?” I pretend to yawn, patting my mouth with my palm as if I’m bored. I find that I like daring him. I love the way his eyes seem to darken and his lips become firm. Almost like I’m about to get punished.
I yelp when he suddenly picks me up in his arms and walks further away from the music. “What are you doing? Where are we going?”
“I’m taking you to my own private room. We’re going to take a dip, cool off, and then I’m going to have my way with you until the sun rises. Only when it’s time to go our separate ways will you be rid of me.”
Swoon.
After experiencing an older man like Winston, I know men my age will never meet my standards. Winston is the standard that I will be using from this moment on.
I’m not sure how long we walk for. My lips are too busy placing kisses on his neck, feeling the vibrations of his growls with every soft suck I give his jugular.
“Finally,” he mutters.
I lift my head from his shoulder to be met with a giant house that has panoramic views of the beach.
“Wow. This is beautiful. I can’t imagine how much this is to rent?—”
“I own this home and the property behind it. As well as some of the beach in front. We have all the privacy in the world.”
“You own this? What do you do?” But then I shake my head, pressing a finger against his lips. “Don’t tell me. We aren’t supposed to be getting to know one another. I only want to know your first name so when this ends, that’s all I have of you.”
“I’d be hurt if I didn’t want the exact same thing.”
The privacy gate swings open after he enters a code, revealing a giant pool. In my next breath, I’m soaring through the air and landing in the fresh, cool water of the pool. Breaking the surface, I gasp, staring at him as he stands with his hands in his pockets, smiling down at me.
“You look good wet, Dove.”
I splash him until the white shirt sticks to his chest and I’m able to see through it. The faintest color of his skin is peeking through the now-sheer material.
