Page 64 of Dr. Attending

What’s happening between us feels different than it did in the hot tub. It feels like a surrender—a swirling admission of need and desire between the two of us.

If I were a stronger man, I would kiss Caroline like this for the rest of the night. I would lazily explore every inch of her, studying every sound and movement she made.

But the passion between us is impossible to ignore.

And I can’t stop myself from taking more.

I snake my free hand around the small of her back, pulling her flush against my chest so that I can deepen our kiss. But Caroline beats me to it. She greedily angles her head, trying to steal control by sweeping her tongue into my mouth.

Before she can get too far, I rear back.

I like being the one who she goes to when she needs to let loose—being the person she relies on. And right now, she’s going to rely on me to give her what she’s looking for.

Caroline lets out a frustrated groan as I hover my mouth over hers, just out of reach. Her grip on my arm tightens in warning, but that only spurs me on—it makes me want to drag this out.

I flick the tip of my tongue over her upper lip, just like I did to her clit the night she held herself open for me. I remember thinking that life couldn’t get any better in that moment, but I was wrong. Nothing is better than knowing that she wants me . . . or at least, that she wants my body.

Caroline whimpers as I repeat the movement, and I smile against her lips, drinking in her desperation.

She tries to go in for more, forgetting that I have her in the palm of my hands . . . literally.

I tug on the hair at the nape of her neck, and the sound that escapes her is genuinely beautiful—desperate and filled with wild desire. Several seconds pass, but they feel like an eternity as she lets out needy, frustrated breaths against my lips, waiting for me to release her.

I don’t.

I flick my tongue again, enjoying the way she squirms in my arms.

“It seems like you’re a little worked up, princess,” I taunt, arching my hips forward so that she can feel what she does to me. “I’m a little worked up too if you can’t tell.”

I tug her in for a quick, ravenous kiss before I pull her back again, tilting her chin to the ceiling.

She glares at me as best as she can, snarling my name because she’s locked in place.

I lean in, planting rough kisses along her jaw.

She tries to grind her hips against my cock as I nibble at the soft skin of her neck, and I can’t help but think about how I love this vulnerable and frantic version of her. This version of her that relies on me. That gives in to me. That comes undone for me.

“There’s a problem, though,” I whisper, pausing for dramatic effect as my lips ghost her ear. “You told me that I get to choosewhere I come. And right now, all I want is to push you to your knees and watch your pretty lips wrap around my cock.”

Caroline lets out a confident snicker when I nip at her earlobe. “That doesn’t sound like a problem to me.”

“It might be when you see my cock.”

I don’t wait for a response before angling my head to kiss her again, slipping my tongue into her mouth to keep her busy while my fingers trail down her spine. I find the hem of her dress and drag the fabric higher, letting it rest at her hips while my fingers trace the curve of her bare ass.

Caroline hums with approval, widening her stance like she’s expecting me to move toward her pussy.

But I don’t.

I give her cheeks a harsh squeeze before stepping back to pull her dress from her body.

The second she walked up my stairs tonight, I was honestly grateful that she didn’t come to the party—there’s no fucking way I would have been able to tear my eyes away from her in this thing. The hem hits her mid-thigh, showcasing legs that seem even longer because of the ridiculously sexy boots she’s wearing.

“Fuck me,” I groan, taking her in as her dress falls to the floor beside us.

I have to blink a few times because I was not expecting her to be wearing sheer black lingerie with fabric so thin it barely covers her perky nipples.

Even though I got to experience her naked body at the lake, this moment feels different—sexier somehow, and a hell of a lot more intimate.

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