Page 12 of Stalked By the Doctor

There's too much space between us. I pull her into my arms, holding her close. Her head rests over my heart, her hair soft against my chin.

After a long moment, she draws back to gaze up at me.

I brush a lock of hair from her eyes, tracing the curve of her cheek.

Still, we don't speak.

We stand there together, wrapped in each other's arms, as shadows lengthen across the floor. Tomorrow there will be complications to consider, obstacles to overcome. But for now, it's enough just to hold her. To know that she'smine, the way I have always been hers.

I know, with a bone-deep certainty, that I will never let her go. No matter what it takes, Britney Bailey belongs withme.

So, I finally stop fighting it and kiss her again.

CHAPTERSIX

Britney

Paul kisses me again,his lips branding my skin as he backs me into my apartment, the door slamming behind us.

"I want you.Now." His voice is rough with desire.

My heart pounds. I know this is wrong, that he's my doctor, but I can't resist him. I don't want to.

"Then take me," I whisper.

Paul makes a strangled sound as he takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom, our fingers intertwined, our bodies already craving each other.

The room is dimly lit by the streetlights outside. Paul turns to face me, his eyes dark with lust. "Once we do this, you're mine, Britney."

A thrill runs through me at his commanding tone. All that can be heard is our ragged breathing, and then I pull my shirt over my head, my nipples hardening in the cool air. Paul unbuckles his belt, his gaze fixed on me, watching my every move.

I slide my jeans down my legs, kicking them aside. I'm shy. I've never been naked before a man before, but I force myself to not hide. The way Paul's hungry gaze devours me gives me courage.

Paul shrugs off his shirt, revealing his toned torso. The bulge in his boxers leaves nothing to the imagination. I feel a moment of worry when I see how huge that outline is.

And I don't know what I'm doing, but I follow some instinct I have totastehim. I sink to my knees, anticipation pulsing through my veins. I pull down his boxers, his erection springing free, hard and thick.

Paul hisses out a breath when I wrap my hands around his thick length.

And then I take him in my mouth, inch by inch, until he hits the back of my throat. Paul lets out a guttural moan, grabbing my hair.

"Oh, fuck. Just like that, baby. Take it all. Fuck, Britney, are you trying to kill me?"

I move back and forth, my tongue swirling around his length. The sounds of my sucking fill the room, punctuated by Paul's ragged breathing.

I feel powerful, and I feel my folds slickening, Paul's groans spurring me on.

"Fuck, Britney. So good. You're mine now, all fucking mine." Paul's words send a thrill through me. Yes, I'm his, and his alone. There's no going back now.

Paul finally pulls me up by my hair and crushes his mouth against mine, tasting himself on my lips. Our bodies press together, skin on skin, and I know this is only the beginning. The beginning of Paul's possession over me, body and soul, and I welcome it. I welcome all of it.

Paul lays me back on the bed, his eyes dark with lust.

"I'm going to ruin you for any other man."

With that promise, he captures my mouth again, his kiss bruising and demanding. I arch into him, craving his touch, his possession.

Paul's hands roam over my body, kneading my breasts before moving lower. He slides two fingers inside me, stroking my inner walls. I gasp into his mouth, pleasure rippling through me.

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