Page 418 of The Doctors Will See You Now

Oh, shit. This wasn’t about flatulence. This was something way bigger.

My heart started to pound in anticipation.

Jesus. I hope this isn’t bad…

“Okay…”

“I like you, Charlotte. I really like you.”

“I like you too,” I said simply, but my voice didn’t hide how curious I was to see where this was going. It dipped and hollowed at the end like the sentence didn’t end at too but instead ended with but.

“I think we're great together,” he continued. “And I haven’t been this happy in a long fucking time, if ever.”

I smiled at his beautiful words and relaxed a little. So far this was going good places. “Me either.”

“I’ve been thinking about this for a while now, and I know this isn’t the best way to bring up the conversation, but I can’t beat around the bush any longer.”

Oh my God. He’s got a wife in Boise. I just know it.

“I want you to meet my daughter.”

My eyes widened in surprise, and hell, a little bit of relief. Boise could go fuck itself. “You want me to meet Lexi?”

“I do.”

“Are you sure it's the right time?” I questioned and then added to it through a babble. “I mean, obviously, I want to meet your daughter, but I don't want you to feel forced in any way. I want you to be sure about it.”

“I'm sure.”

I searched his gaze and found exactly what I was looking for. Trust. Honesty. And something deeper. Something that said if there was going to be any wife, Boise or otherwise, it was most likely going to be me.

Meeting his daughter needed to happen, and it needed to happen soon. I hopped off the counter and stood on my tippy toes to press my lips to his. “I'd love to meet her, Nick.”

He smiled against my mouth and wrapped his arms around my body, hugging me tight to his chest. “Thank you, Char.”

“For what?”

“For being you.”

“Ditto, Doc,” I whispered.

Without another word, our gazes locked and Nick lifted me into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist, and carried me to the kitchen table. He sat me down gently before spreading my thighs.

My breath hitched when his hands turned greedy, shoving my dress to my hips and sliding my panties to the side with wandering fingers. Riveted, I watched as he cupped me with one hand and unzipped his pants with the other.

“I need you,” he whispered and pulled his already hard cock out of his pants. “I need to be inside of you, Charlotte.”

God, yes.

I moaned at his words. At the sight of him, hard and ready and heady-eyed. And the fact that he was already pushing my panties to the side and sliding the tip of his shaft through my arousal.

“Now,” I whimpered, and he listened, filling me up in one smooth and firm thrust.

I wrapped my legs around his waist as he started a delicious rhythm—alternating between slow and steady and then wildly changing to fast and deep.

I felt delirious as I listened to our ragged, wanton breaths while my gaze fixated on our connection, watching him move in and out, in and out. God, it felt so fucking good. He felt so fucking good. Us, together, was something I never wanted to stop experiencing.

With my hands in his hair, I pulled his lips down to mine and kissed him like my next breath depended on it, our mouths moving recklessly with one another.