Page 90 of Doctor I Do

My eyes travel slowly over every inch of Tahlia while my fingers twitch to touch her. Only, I don’t know where to start.

“I’m sorry,” she purrs.

“Don’t be sorry. It’s fucking perfect,” I say. My gaze drops to her mouth, and then back to her eyes as I lick my lips.

“It is?” she asks.

I don’t answer her with words, instead I do what I want. I kiss her.

My eyes shut, and I lean in, capturing her whimper with my lips. I try to take this slowly and enjoy every swipe of my tongue and every move against her lips, but that one caress of her lips on my own sent me into a frenzy. I’ve never been this desperate to kiss a woman. She feels amazing on my lips and between my hands.

We take a breath and I trail a finger down her chest. “This sash and bachelorette dress tells the world you’re marrying me. That I get to have you in every way possible, including your body. All those guys wanted you.”

“I don’t want them,” she rasps.

The knowledge makes my dick twitch. She wants me. I want her.

“Oh, I know. You belong with me. That ring on your finger is to tell them you’re mine.”

She moans. “Alex.”

My mouth drops to hers again, and I swallow another one of her moans.

Her hands grab my shirt, clutching it and keeping me close. I swipe my tongue over her lips seeking entry, and she parts them easily. She tastes a mix of sweet and spicy, and I can taste the mix of drinks.

When we pull apart, I stare at her swollen pink lips, her hooded lids, and her rosy cheeks. This look is hot, but it gets me remembering what she looks like when I’ve just fucked her. Yeah, she’s an angel with the just-fucked glow.

“That was nice.” She hiccups.

I chuckle, but it turns dark. “Nice?”

She hiccups again. “Well, more than nice, but I don’t need your head bigger than it already is.”

“I’m going to do something un-nice and rip this dress off your body,” I gruff. “That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“Jesus, just do it already. You’re killing me,” she whimpers.

A sly smile spreads on my face. “You’re desperate,” I grunt. “That means you’re achy, clenching, and so fucking wet.”

“Yes,” she moans, but I’m quick to swallow it with my mouth.

I do what I promised and bunch the soft white fabric in my hands and rip and it down the middle. Revealing her bra and panties, all white and fucking edible.

Tossing her dress on the floor, I don’t move my eyes from devouring her body.

“I thought I liked the dress. But I prefer it on the floor.”

“Please, Alex,” she begs urgently.

I lay a kiss on her collarbone, and then on her plump breast. “These tits are begging to be freed.”

Her head tips back and her hands find my hair as I pepper her chest with kisses. Then pushing the fabric of the lacey bra down, I tease her nipple with the slightest dusting of my tongue.

“God, Alex,” she calls out.

Her desperation makes me want to draw this out. Make her release so much harder.

I unclasp her bra, and when my fingers skim her skin to remove it, her body shivers. Now those pink pebbles beg for attention.

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