Page 75 of Doctor I Do

“Afterward, when they leave, my body doesn’t react. There’re no feelings and no desire for them to stay or see them again.”

The pain etched in his face makes it hard for me to watch without encouraging him to continue.

“What do you feel?” I whisper.

His eyes hit mine. There’s so much turmoil sitting in them. “Nothing. Kinda numb, to be honest.” He looks away for a moment before holding my gaze again. “I didn’t want to touch you. Hurt you. But fuck, you made it impossible.”

I can’t help but giggle at that, knowing what he means, because when I saw him jerking off, I had the same reaction. But we’d only just started to get to know each other. I bet if he was to do it now, I would’ve been on his bed.

“I know this is an arrangement, so don’t feel bad. I wanted this.”

I practically forced myself on him so I can’t blame him for any hurt feelings. I pushed him into a corner. And he had no option but to sink or swim.

“Yeah,” he challenges, and his hand pauses in my hair.

“I want more,” I say, my voice dropping seductively, unintentionally.

His brows rise. “Is that so?” he asks with amusement.

I slap his solid chest playfully. “Even though I know you're a broken man,” I tease, and his eyes sparkle with humor. His fingers are back combing through my hair, easy smiles on our faces.

I lick my lips. “I still want you, Alex.”

Scrunching his shirt in my fingers, I push it up, lifting my head and holding his gaze. His mouth parts, watching every movement, hand slipping from my hair to my body. I want his skin on mine. I want to feel his hot body touch mine.

“I want you too.”

We both know where I’m going as I slide his shirt up, enjoying the feel of his powerful body under my palms. He lifts until the shirt is off and tossed to the floor. I lean down and take his lips in a quick kiss, unable to help taking another taste of him. Especially when he looks up at me in awe. Having him look at me like I’m the sexiest woman in the world makes me wet. Plus, he’s a damn good kisser. Skillful. It’s not like I have much to compare with, but still.

Dropping my gaze to his pants, his dick strains against the fabric. I reach out and trace his waistband, watching his skin prickle in goosebumps. Loving how he’s affected by me, just as much as I am by him.

I want his hands on me, but I also love the act he’s watching me and allowing me to explore him. And I already know I want to ride him. I haven’t stopped thinking about what it would be like since I saw him on his back. Tonight, I want to own his pleasure.

“I know they call you a player, but I’m not sure you really are.”

He narrows his eyes at me. “What do you mean?”

“For a player, I expected you to fuck me already.”

His chest rumbles with a loud laugh.

“Why are you holding back?” I ask sheepishly.

“Do you know how badly I want to throw you on this bed, spread you wide, and fuck you until you're screaming my name?” he rasps.

I can hear the struggle in his voice.

I blink rapidly. Well, okay, that’s not what I was expecting him to say. My body tingles with new anticipation, and a wolfish grin takes over his face.

“You liked what I said.”

My teeth sink into my bottom lip. “Very much.”

My fingers drop back to his firm stomach, and I unbutton and slowly unzip him.

“So, you don’t want me to be in control?” he asks as his hand comes up to skim along the side of my boob. I suck in a sharp breath at the soft touch on my sensitive skin.

“You’re making me want to control now…” he taunts.

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