Page 48 of The Doctors Will See You Now

Time had turned into a blur of hurried kisses and brushing touches and stealing, desirous glances. Somehow, we’d left the bar and hopped into a cab. Somehow, we’d gotten to Will’s apartment. And somehow, we’d found ourselves standing face-to-face, still fully clothed, in the middle of Will’s bedroom with the foot of his bed beside our hips.

The night had morphed from the speed of light into slow motion.

We just stood there, looking at one another, the intensity so high it felt like I might come out of my skin. Still, there was something about this moment, this intimate encounter, that had forced both of us to take our time and savor every look, every touch, every tiny little second of time that equaled us, Will and me, together.

Without words and with his heated gaze locked with mine, his fingers slid up my wrist, to my elbow, until they stopped at my shoulder blade. They rested there for a breath and then slowly, oh so slowly, moved my shirt to the side. His fingers danced, skirting between not moving at all and just barely whispering against my skin.

I wasn’t sure why, but that one innocent touch, his touch, felt more erotic than the act of sex itself. Maybe I was horny. Maybe I’d reached my threshold of sexless days. Or maybe, just maybe, what had started to occur between Will and me was something words couldn’t explain.

The electricity of the moment slid up my spine as he started to undress me, first with his eyes, and then with his hands, removing every item of clothing—my bra, my panties, even kneeling in front of me to take off my shoes, with slow, calculated, and unhurried movements.

Bare and naked and vulnerable for his gaze, I felt him take me in. He didn’t touch me. Kiss me. Say anything. But make no mistake, Will savored me. His blue eyes caressed and whispered against every single inch of my skin so vividly it felt like a real touch.

I followed his lead, looking into his eyes, and without haste, I removed his shirt, his pants, his socks and shoes, and I didn’t stop until his boxers were on the floor and his tan and toned and muscular form was gloriously naked.

Will naked.

Oh boy.

I had fantasized about this.

Hell, I’d probably spent far too much time daydreaming about this very moment. But by the looks of things, I hadn’t been doing a good enough job.

Without shame, I let my eyes move across his skin, starting with his face and taking my time, moving down, down, down until I reached his hard and straining cock. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of him. He was beautiful. And big. And he was just as turned on as I was.

Holy moly, his penis is far, far better in real life.

“Fuck, Mel. You are unreal,” he whispered into the barely lit room, and I moved my gaze back to his. “You are,” he repeated, and I could’ve gone for a swim in the blue depths of his eyes. The waters were that warm and inviting.

Without touching any other part of my body, his fingers found my hair and gently slid a loose lock behind my ear.

I moaned at the feel.

I had never experienced this kind of intimate intensity with someone. Our attraction was almost visible. It could be seen and felt and tasted all around us. I was just tipsy enough to admit this sexual tension had been building from day one, from the first awkward moment Will’s eyes had met mine, and tonight, all of that want had transformed into need.

My breaths escaped in short, whimpering pants. My nipples grew tight and my breasts were heavy, and I throbbed and ached between my legs. When my hands started to run down my thighs, I wasn’t sure how much longer I could last. The urge to touch him, kiss him, feel him inside of me was unbearable.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered, sensing I needed something and needed it now, and I obeyed.

Riveted, I watched as he knelt in front of me, and his new position put him in the perfect place to turn his power of seduction to my pussy. Honestly, I’d never felt more turned on, and fully confident in my body, in my life.

“Look at you. Just fucking look at you.” From under his lashes, his gaze met mine again, his index finger softly grazing my aching skin. “This is the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen,” he said. He’d seen a lot of them, that I knew, but the funny thing in that moment was that there wasn’t even a tiny fraying part of me that didn’t believe him. My hips jolted forward of their own accord, begging for him, desperate for more than teasing.

Grabbing my hips so hard I gasped, he yanked me toward his face and licked through my arousal, taking the taste of me inside and leaving a moan behind.

It was rough and needy, and the vibration of it felt even better than my very favorite toy.

“God, Mel, you must mainline sugar, you taste so fucking sweet,” he teased and licked once more, before flicking the tip of his tongue against my clit. I smiled at both the feel and his words, and then he flicked my clit again.

Oh, fuck.

“God, you taste so fucking good,” he growled against my skin. “I could eat you forever.”

Seconds later, he moved to his feet, standing before me again. I laughed my annoyance, a scene from Titanic popping unbidden into my head

“You’re just as bad as Rose,” I accused. “Promising Jack she’d never let go just before she fucking did it.”

He smiled and grabbed both sides of my face to bring me close enough that our lips almost touched. “I need to feel you,” he explained. “Us. You and me.”