Page 84 of Doctor I Do

His head lifts from the armrest. “Hey.” His panty-melting smile hits me at full force.

“That was quick.” I say, as I come to stand behind him, kicking off my shoes and rounding the sofa. I enjoy the cold wooden floors on my bare feet. Now the awkward do I sit straight down, or do I kiss him? I want to kiss him…

He tugs my hand, and I stumble. Making the decision for me, his hands grab my hips and lower me down onto his lap.

As he kisses me, I melt into him, kissing him ferociously. I’ve missed him so much today. His hands skim over my waist to touch my lower back and hold me. My heart beats frantically because my body remembers him and wants his hands all over it. It would be so easy to swivel my hips and grind into him, turning this sweet moment into hot sex in a second. But even though I want that, I also just want to eat and rest. Today was mentally exhausting.

I pull away from his sweet kiss, opening my eyes to find his shimmering ones looking at me.

“Did you choose a dress?” he asks softly. His hand reaches out to tuck a piece of hair behind my ear. I lean into it, looking down at my body on top of his. His hand lifts my chin.

I bite the inside of my cheek and nod.

He gives me a lop-sided grin. “What does it look like?”

“I can’t tell you.” I giggle and then lay a sweet kiss on his lips.

“Why not?” He frowns. He’s being such a guy at this moment, oblivious to how special the moment will be when he sees me.

“It’s the rule.”

His fingers dig into my hips. He shakes his head. “I don’t always follow the rules.”

The way he’s looking at me makes it hard to not give in. But I don’t know if I could tell him without crying. It was a dress that made me feel heavy emotion, and he makes me do the same, so it’s only going to end up with me looking like a mess.

“Well, bad luck, this is a rule I’m sticking to,” I reply and stick out my tongue.

His hand moves to the front of my thigh, as he wears a knowing expression.

“And there's no way I could change your mind?” His husky voice is out, and all the humor leaves me.

His fingers drift down, caressing my inner thigh. My skin prickles with goosebumps from his tempting offer.

“No chance.” My voice wavers, totally giving away how affected I am.

“Are you sure?” His tone is deeper now.

“Very,” I breathe.

“That’s a shame.” His fingers stop, and his lips twist with a satisfying smirk.

I sigh. “Unfair.”

“I know, honey. I’m such an asshole.” He grabs the back of my head and slams his lips to mine, taking the air from my lungs.

I squirm on his lap, trying to rub the ache from my core, using his growing erection, but he pulls back.

“Dinner’s ready? Are you hungry?”

Fucking starving for him.

How can he just stop?

He’s clearly as turned on as me.

“Yeah, a little.”

“Same, I’m famished.” He’s being such a smartass.

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