Page 42 of Doctor I Do

He steps forward, taking a seat on the edge of the bath. I reach my arm out, totally forgetting that I’m naked beneath the water, until his gaze dips down, and he swallows hard. Following his line of sight, my nipples perk into the tightest buds. I’m wearing my desire for him, pretty much saying I’m turned on for him and come fuck me.

He clears his throat and rolls his shirt sleeves up as I hold the wine and take a decent sip. Cradling the glass, I lower it to the ledge on the side of the bathtub, then sink back down.

When he speaks from behind me, my chest heaves.

“Close your eyes.”

The way his gravelly tone coats my skin, I don’t bother fighting. I ease back, and as soon as his fingers touch my shoulders, I moan.

“You have knots.”

“All the stress,” I mumble.

The way his fingers and thumbs work to rid my knots in perfect rhythm, it’s like he’s a masseuse.

“Let’s eliminate them so you can enjoy your bath and sleep well.”

I’m unable to speak at his touch. This is intimate yet respectful, and it’s playing with my head.

His touch slides slowly to the sides of my arms, making their way across my decolletage. I stop breathing for a moment, but his soft touch runs slowly up to my neck, and then down to the tops of my breasts. I bite my lips together to stop myself from begging him to dip his hands under the water and touch my full, heavy breasts.

I don’t know how long he’s been sitting massaging as I’ve lost track of time, but when he stands, I groan from the loss of touch. I try to clamp my mouth shut, but he definitely heard it, because he chuckles.

My eyes blink open. I find him standing at the sink with his back is to me. He’s drying his hands. I take the opportunity to admire his broad back, then trail my eyes slowly down to his tight ass. I’m practically panting when he turns his head to stare at me over his shoulder. Amusement is written on his face. I’m busted.

“You feel better?”

I nod sheepishly. “Much.”

“Good.”

I pick up my glass, and I watch him under hooded eyes as he steps closer to me. My breath hitches when he leans forward. He presses his lips to my cheek in a lingering kiss. His lips are soft, but his scruff feels good against my skin. I want him to kiss me on my lips again. Only this time, it wouldn’t be for practice. I tilt my face, but he moves his mouth to my ear, and I hear his breaths before he whispers, “I should get to bed. You stay here and relax. Goodnight.”

My skin scatters with goosebumps, and my eyes flutter, struggling to stay open. I manage to find my voice to say, “Goodnight.” It’s coated with confusion, hurt, and mostly desire. I know he wants me, and the way the corner of his mouth forms a sly smirk makes me want to cry from desperation.

I know he fucks every woman he wants, so he must not want me…this really is all for show.

Chapter 14

Alex

When I walked into my house, I never expected to find Tahlia skinny dipping in the pool at lunchtime. Her black bikini is scattered on the sun lounger. Two days in a row, I’ve found her wet and naked in my house. Taunting and teasing me.

She’s fucking with me. Yet I can’t help the way my legs move closer. I sit in another lounger and don’t speak. I just watch her. She hasn’t noticed me sitting here staring. Her plump breasts are hidden, and the memory of last night and the way they perched out of the water, showing me her rosy nipples comes to my mind. The tight pebbles straining, telling me just how aroused she was, had me leaving before my growing erection scared her.

I could get used to coming home to this…to her. Except the only difference is I’d be naked in the pool and fucking her.

I watch her gracefully swim, her head occasionally going underwater. The sun beams down on me, causing me to sweat, and I want to cool off too. Standing, I tug off my shirt, dropping it to the lounger.

“Hey,” her soft voice calls out.

I give her a crooked smile.

“You’re coming in knowing I’m naked? I thought you’d bolt again,” she taunts, swimming closer to me. She isn’t hiding her body and her face is relaxed. Not a pinch of fear in sight.

Fuck…

“I didn’t bolt last night, and I’m very aware of your nakedness,” I say hoarsely.

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