Page 399 of The Doctors Will See You Now

But Charlotte’s flushed skin screamed I was an idiot, because this—this was worth prioritizing.

“Nick,” she moaned, yanking at the short hair at the back of my head almost viciously. My mouth left the skin of her throat without choice, and my eyes moved up to meet hers.

“What?” I whispered. What did she need, what did she want, what could I do to make her burn? I wanted the answers to all of my questions at once, and I got the feeling she sensed it.

Her irises darkened to the midnight that outlined them as she demanded, “Kiss me.”

Both hands to her jaw, my fingertips tangled into the loose hair at her shoulders and flexed as I slammed my mouth against hers.

It was a war between us, her lips advancing on mine until I forced their retreat. She was so brazen, so bold in every encounter I’d had with her, and I wanted control of this. I wanted to own every square millimeter of her peachy flesh and then work my way inside until I’d discovered every taste.

The chocolate milk shakes we’d had with dinner lingered and itched against my lips as I licked and sucked it off hers, and a gasp gave me the freedom I needed to spear my tongue inside.

She welcomed it with her own, tangling the two in a dance that made my grip on her jaw tighten and the air in my stomach lift.

She tasted even sweeter than the milk shake and whipped cream combined, a dessert so loaded with sugar it should be illegal.

I groaned, almost a growl, and she pushed into my body to wrap her arms around my shoulders tightly.

Stomach to mine, she pressed herself to me and lifted a leg, cocking it at the knee to get closer.

I was focused, living in her mouth, but the pull of her hands in my hair made me realize I needed to find a new location and quick.

She was light, taking some of her weight in her own arms as I slid my hands from her jaw, down the sides of her body to her hips and lifted.

As her thighs clenched my hips, her hands regained some freedom, and they didn’t waste it. She dove into the top of my shirt, two buttons undone on purpose, and made getting the rest undone the most immediate purpose of her own.

I chuckled at her hurry, but she didn’t take offense. If anything, it egged her on to go faster.

I pulled at the already lifted hem of her skirt, yanking it higher and smoothing my hands over the bare cheeks of her round ass. It felt perfect in my hands, meaty and thick and every bit womanly. Awareness shocked me as she ground herself against me and forced my eyes closed for nearly an entire second.

“Fuck.”

“Yes,” she whispered eagerly. “Let’s.”

Unbidden and completely unwarranted, Lexi’s recent words jumped into my head. I was seconds from divulging the completely inappropriate, ill-timed line of my thoughts when my dick took control and threatened death by dismemberment if I ruined this for us. He must have been imagining how that conversation would have gone just as I was.

“What? Why are you laughing as you touch my vagina?”

“I’m sorry,” I apologized. “I’m just remembering something my daughter said.”

“Wow. Thinking of your daughter as you touch my vagina. I’m not sure this is improving very much.”

“No, no. It’s just…she was there, when you called me last week, and she said something about how most male-female relationships end in sex—”

“How old is your daughter again?”

“Almost ten.”

“I’m not sure what to think about that.”

Christ. This imaginary conversation just got worse and worse. I immediately swallowed my laugh and focused on the feel of her hot arousal on my fingers as I pulled her G-string to the side and dipped two into her pussy and spread the wetness up to her clit.

She shivered and craned her neck forward, her lips seating themselves desperately against my throat as she moaned.

“Yeah,” I encouraged. “Feel good?”

“Mmm,” she groaned, so hotly I thought I might lose every ounce of control.