Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
I was dripping wet — so wet that I knew I was making a mess of my panties. My nipples strained against my bra, and I was sure my panting was the loudest thing in the room. But Doctor Brody didn’t seem to notice. He moved his hand lower, until a full half of his hand was resting on my panties and my mound underneath them.
And then suddenly, he moved away.
The breath I didn’t even know I was holding whooshed out of me in a rush. Jackson turned and smiled at me, but it was no “doctorly” smile, it was something downright hungry.
He rolled the sleeves of his crisp white shirt up to the elbow, and I moaned inside.
Tattoo ink, and muscles, for days. I mean fuck, those forearms rippled as he went to the other sleeve, and the tattoos? My eyes traced the ink and the designs, feeling like more and more of a total pervert for lusting this hard after my freaking medical professional.
But seriously? Doctors should not be that hot.
“Well, that part’s done,” he murmured, his eyes dragging over my near-naked body until they met my gaze with a heated flash. He smiled, and I melted under it, watching it creep over his chiseled jaw, and his gorgeously built cheekbones, and even those little dimples at the corner.
“That part?”
He grinned again, but this time it was right back to that look that had a tinge of hunger and a dangerous promise to it.
“Well, we still have the exam to do today.”
My stomach flip-flopped.
“The what?”
“The exam, Ada,” he growled, that fierce hunger blazing across his face. He moved closer to me. “We have to do it today.”
“We do?” I squeaked out.
Oh God, oh God, oh God…
“Yes, we do, Ada,” he purred. His arm extended, and suddenly, his fingers brushed against my hip — just barely, but enough to send a freaking lightning-bolt right through me.
“I’ll call the nurse.”
He started to turn, when somehow, the words just tumbled out of my mouth.
“No.” I swallowed heavily. “No, that’s okay,” I said quietly.
No, that’s NOT okay! I screamed inside. What the HELL are you doing?
This man could not examine me — not like this, and not right now. I mean, obviously, every filthy fantasy I’d had about him over the last week said I felt otherwise, but I knew if he did it now, he’d see how freaking wet I was.
He’d smell how turned on I was for him.
…For my doctor. I mean, how mortifying is that?
“No?” He grinned, turning back to me and pulling his sleeves up higher, making his tattooed forearms ripple. “Just you and me, then,” he growled.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Perfect. If it’s just the two of us, we can start,” he purred.
I swore I heard a low growl in his throat as he moved closer, and closer, until he was hovering right over me. He leaned over, his hands moving to either side of my head on the soft chair behind me as he leaned in close. I gasped as I felt his lips barely brush my ears.
“So why don’t you spread those pretty thighs wide for me, Ada.”
Chapter Four
Ada
What?
I was hearing things — I knew it. My filthy, wicked thoughts of this man had finally caught up with me, and I was officially hearing things. This had to be my body and my head playing tricks on me, after a full week of fantasizing about him. I knew what I’d thought I’d heard, but there was no way I actually had.
…Right?
I blinked, my breath coming fast as I shivered and looked up into his deep, dark eyes.
“Doctor?”
There was something so hot about being so exposed in front of him like this, nearly naked. I knew he was a doctor, and that this was a doctor’s office, but it didn’t change anything for me. I’d gone far past looking a Jackson as a medical professional, and instead saw him as a real, living, breathing, panty-melting fantasy of mine. And with him standing right over me like that, like he was pinning me to the damn exam chair, the fantasies of the last week were becoming very, very real.
“I said,” he purred, lowering closer again, until for a second I could have sworn he was going to kiss me.
“Spread. Those. Pretty. Thighs. Wide for me.”
And I moaned. God help me, when he growled those words almost right against my lips, my whole body shivered like someone had sent electric current through me, and I moaned.
“For the exam, of course,” Jackson added with a quiet intensity. His fierce, captivating eyes burned into mine, and I could feel the heat of his body against my bare skin.
“Of course,” I whispered, my heart hammering a million miles an hour in my chest as I slowly nodded.
“I like that color on you,” he murmured, glancing down and making it perfectly clear that his eyes were dragging over my bra, and then lower to my panties.