Dr. Perfect (The Doctors #2) Read Online Louise Bay

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary Tags Authors: Series: The Doctors Series by Louise Bay
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Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
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I shake my head, wanting to rid my head of anything but the man in front of me.

I grab the condom beside me. “Do you mind?” I offer it to him.

“Do I mind?” One side of his mouth lifts in a small teasing smile.

He takes the foil square, rips it open, and I watch, mesmerized, as he stretches it over his erection. I’m pretty sure penises aren’t meant to be as pretty as Zach’s, but I guess he’s pretty all over.

Tentatively, I take him in my hands.

“It doesn’t break.” His teasing tone is still there as he lies with his hands behind his head.

I wonder if he realizes how I’ve rarely done this—been given the control to do what I want in bed. Sex with Shane was never really about me.

But tonight is, it’s about Zach and me.

I kneel forward and Zach sweeps his thumb over my bottom lip and hooks his hand around my waist.

He lets out a sharp “Fuuuck” as I slide back and take him inside me, pressing my lips together, trying not to let him see how much I enjoy making him feel good. Seeing him undone by my body heightens my pleasure and all too quickly, and already I can feel another orgasm building.

How is that possible? I’m tempted to pause things and get into it. How can he make me come so much? Is it just me, or does he do this to every woman? Maybe I just physically fit him somehow. We’re two sides of a perfect orgasm, and when we come—pun intended—together, we just can’t help but make each other climax.

Both hands are on my hips now and he’s rocking me back and forth. Maybe he knows I need him to guide me, senses that I don’t have the strength to do it myself.

We stare at each other as I move on top of him, and I can feel sensation twisting around us both, building and building, taking us higher and higher.

I tip my head back and he shifts, sitting and licking a line between my breasts that makes me shudder. We’re chest to chest now, not an inch between us, and somehow this feels more intimate than having him between my thighs or having him over me. Now, looking at him, eye to eye, equal to equal, it makes me feel safer and more cared for than I ever thought possible.

I wrap my arms around his neck as our movements get more desperate, more jagged and needy. We half-kiss, our mouths on each other’s, swallowing each other’s sounds. Each moan is created and shared; each movement is both of ours. Sweat combines and I pull back just before I climax to see him come at exactly the same time. It’s like one orgasm passes through both of us and we cling to each other, neither wanting it to end.

Twenty-Two

Ellie

I’m aware of every bone in my body. Each one aches slightly differently, but aches all the same. I’ve been on my feet all day, cooking, fixing the cacophony of cushions and discarded clothes from last night, and keeping the fire topped up with logs.

At some point we made it to bed, but when I woke, I jumped in the shower. When I got back and found Zach awake, I didn’t even let him touch me. “You need to work,” I said. I can’t get his look of disappointment out of my head. I’ve tossed it around in my brain all day. But I’m not going to be the reason he misses his deadline.

I delivered a sandwich just before one, and other than fleeting glimpses of him on his way to the loo, I haven’t seen him all day.

When the kitchen door creaks open just after seven, a bubble of excitement rises in my chest.

He pushes his fingers into his hair. “Hey.”

As much as I try and act like his appearance is no big deal, my entire body buzzes like a zillion cells have suddenly woken up from their nap. I can’t help but beam up at him. “Hungry?”

He strides toward me and circles my waist. “Always.” Goose bumps sheet my skin at his touch and I know it would be so easy to skip dinner and get to the good stuff.

But not yet. He needs to eat. And I want to hear about his day. I want to stretch this evening out to be as long as possible because this time in Rum can’t last forever. I’ll have to leave soon and I want to experience as much of Zach Cove as I can.

“You feel good,” he says, pulling me closer and pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

“How’s Benjamin Butler?” I wiggle out of his arms and set plates on the counter.

“I think he’s falling in love and doesn’t even know it,” he replies.


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