Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Yet there’s something in those blue eyes. I can feel it. His azure gaze is stormy and yet magical at once, and my heart lodges in my throat. I’ve never gotten over Nick Bradley, despite avoiding him for two years. Thoughts of him continue to haunt my memory, making me come awake at night, panting and gasping his name.
But he doesn’t know about my pathetic longings, and I give myself a talking to while washing my hands.
This man thinks you’re a slut, the voice in my head whispers. He believes you hooked up with his dad, when you did no such thing. Not only that, but he never gave you a chance to explain.
Of course. Nick Bradley is an arrogant asshole, and I was a fool to forget it. Slowly, I return from the sink, my hands still damp.
“Sit,” Nick barks, gesturing to the stool in front of the vanity. “Let me see.”
I sit once more, cursing the betrayal of my body. My nipples feel taut and my breasts heavy and achy. There’s a low pulsing in my pelvis and my thighs are already damp with need. It’s him. Merely being in his proximity arouses me, despite my mind’s warning. What can I do? My curves long for this man with every ounce of my soul, and yet my brain is screaming like a five alarm fire. Even worse, Nick hasn’t said anything remotely kind or romantic. He’s only been civil, and acted the way a doctor should when confronted with an injured patient.
Plus, he’s still avoiding my gaze. He kneels before me, big fists on my wrists to turn my palms towards him. The scratches are relatively light and form pink dots on my skin.
“You’re fine,” he growls. “No treatment’s needed here. Just don’t do anything crazy using your hands, obviously.”
I smile at his bended head, despite myself.
“You mean, no games of tug of war? I was thinking about getting myself some good rope burn,” is my playful murmur. His head jerks up, and for the first time, our eyes fully meet. The sizzle is immediate as we stare at one another, the connection intense.
“Don’t fuck around,” Nick warns in an unsteady voice. “I’m not fucking kidding when I say stay off your hands. Now where else does it hurt? I’ll take a look.”
Something comes over me then, and it’s because of the electricity in the air between us. My pulse is thrumming through my veins and my body heats. I’ve wanted this man for two years, and he’s finally here with me, alone in a room. I can’t resist the temptation and I smile coyly once more.
“It hurts on my thighs,” I murmur, spreading my knees just a bit as Nick kneels before me. “I think I twisted something.”
His big body is completely still, and the air vibrates between us. What is he thinking? He must know this is a ploy to get his hands on me.
But then Nick moves, his chin jerking slightly.
“Where on your thighs?” comes his deep voice.
I spread my legs even wider, the hem of my pink dress riding up.
“Up here,” I invite in a whisper, waiting for his touch. “Help me, doctor.”
Nick’s still for another moment as my pulse pounds in my ears. Oh my god, have I totally humiliated myself? If he gets up and leaves, I’m going to melt into a heap of embarrassment. Heck, if the Earth opens up and swallows me at this very moment, I wouldn’t mind.
But the alpha male wants me too, and he takes the bait. His big hands settle on my knees, gently pushing them even wider.
“Tell me if it hurts,” he rasps in a low voice, his dark head still bent. “I’ll stop if it does.”
Then, those huge, warm palms begin sliding up the insides of my thighs. I mewl helplessly because it feels so good. His touch is magical, and goose bumps break out because I’ve wanted him for so long, and it’s finally happening. He’s here, and we’re together.
“Here?” he asks hoarsely, looking up at me for a moment. His hands are midway up my thighs now, my pink skirt pushed up so far that my pussy almost shows. Almost, but not quite.
“Further,” I whisper, breasts trembling as the huge man nods. Then, his hands slide up even higher so that the material of the skirt is bunched up around my hips as the outline of my bare cunt peeks out from beneath the hem.
“Fuck baby,” Nick rasps, those blue eyes glued to the glistening lips. “You didn’t wear panties today. What a bad girl.”
My heart’s beating so hard that it feels like it’s going to explode out of my chest.
“No, I didn’t,” I mewl. “But it’s for you, Daddy. It aches there, and I need you to take care of it.”
Nick can’t tear his eyes from my swollen folds. One thumb reaches out and he gently caresses my clit, niggling the sensitive bud as I let out a pleasured gasp.