Page 223 of The Doctors Will See You Now

Because this is love.

With our gazes locked, his hand moved down my cheekbones to my lips. “You’re so beautiful, Low,” he whispered, but he didn’t give me time to respond. Between one breath and the next, his mouth was on mine and we were kissing again. Good God, we were kissing—our mouths locked, our lips danced, and our tongues took hungry licks from one another.

Every kiss we shared had this raw intensity—breathing fast, heart rates faster, desperate moans releasing from both of our lungs.

I was addicted to him, too. And I was lost in him. And, even better, found in him.

I was exactly where I should be.

And before I knew how it happened, we were naked and our skin was moving softly against each other, not having sex, but just touching, just feeling.

We locked eyes for a moment, only long enough for us to really see each other, and then he was kissing from my toes upward—slowly, so slowly—and his hands were on my legs, always just a little higher than his kisses.

Scott’s lips and fingers might as well have been electric—every touch, every kiss tingling my skin into a frenzy of static. My back arched in anticipation, knowing where his fingers and lips would soon reach, and my head rocked back against the pillow when he did. I moaned out loud and his fingers slid inside of me from below while he took my mouth in another uninhibited kiss.

“Now, Scott. I need you inside of me,” I whimpered against his mouth, and he groaned.

Without breaking our connection, he grabbed a condom from the nightstand and put it on with practiced efficiency. And then he was sliding inside of me, changing my breathing with every thrust, hearing my moans timed to his body.

Fuck, it felt so good. He felt so good. God, our bodies fit together as if we were made just for this, to fall into one another, to feel this natural rhythm.

“It’s never enough,” he panted into my ear. “When it comes to you, I always want more. I’ll never stop wanting more.”

“Me too,” I answered, and my words were followed by a moan as he pushed himself deeper.

His eyes searched mine, and then, he just said it. Out loud and while we were still intimately connected, he said what I’d already been thinking. “I’m in love with you, Harlow.”

And I didn’t fight it this time. I didn’t hold back.

“Me too,” I whispered. “I’m in love with you too.”

It’d been a week since Harlow and I were splashed across the front page of every gossip column in Manhattan as an item—except for hers—and a week and one day since we’d told each other we were in love. Obviously, it hadn’t taken a ton of research for the paparazzi at the municipal event to find out who Harlow was. And to say her boss was unhappy that Harlow hadn’t broken an exclusive on her own fucking relationship was an understatement.

And, maybe even more obviously—and simultaneously surprisingly—I was deliriously happy. Me. Happy. In a relationship. Go figure.

Harlow’s boss had given her until today to come up with something just as juicy as the story of us—or better—or else.

I’d been trying to gently encourage the “or else” option, making it clear that I’d be a resource at her disposal should she decide to make another go of medical school.

It was easy for the lines to blur, though, being a doctor myself. So I was trying not to push her in any one direction without knowing it was what she truly wanted.

I’d watched her struggle to come up with something good enough to keep her job all week, and she’d texted me late last night from her apartment to tell me she’d finally come up with something.

I didn’t know what it was, but knowing how stressed she’d been about it, and how good whatever she’d come up with had to be, I’d set an alert on my phone to go off as soon as her column posted.

Today in the ER had been absolutely fucking crazy with three pedestrian accidents and a stab wound, but that didn’t stop me from checking to make sure the volume on my phone was turned on every chance I got.

Still on. Still nothing.

I was just putting the phone back in my pocket when the alert sounded so loudly I jumped and dropped it.

“Shit!” I cursed, picking my phone back up from the harsh hospital tile quickly and flipping it over to inspect the screen for cracks. A small one ran the entire line of the center, but I could still read all the words on the screen, and everything seemed to be in working condition, so I decided to deal with it later.

Quickly, I clicked the link in the alert that took me straight to Harlow’s page on Gossip’s website. A little thrill ran through me at the sight of my name.

Dr. Erotic or Dr. Hypnotic?

I didn’t really understand the title, but Harlow had been under a lot of pressure with this one, so I decided not to hold it against her too much when I teased her later.