Page 25 of Tempted By the Handsome Doctor

I can’t help but notice his body. Broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, defined abs, and a light trail of hair disappearing beneath his jeans. I've seen him like this before, but the impact hasn't lessened. His body is a work of art, all lean muscle and perfect proportion.

"Come here," I whisper, holding out my arms.

Daniel stretches out beside me, his weight dipping the mattress, his skin hot against mine as he gathers me close. We kiss again, slower now but no less intense, his hand trailing down my side to my hip, then lower, tracing patterns on my bare thigh.

"I want to taste you," he murmurs against my lips. "Can I?"

I nod, though a flicker of self-consciousness passes through me. I haven't shaved in days, haven't been expecting anyone to see me like this.

Daniel seems to read my hesitation. "What's wrong?"

"I'm not... I didn't exactly prepare for this," I admit, feeling my cheeks warm.

His expression softens. "Maya, I just want you. However you are."

He kisses me again, deep and sure, before trailing his lips down my body—my neck, my collarbone, between my breasts, across my stomach. His hands slide my underwear down my legs, and then he's settling between my thighs, looking up at me with such raw desire that my embarrassment quickly vanishes.

The first touch of his mouth against me draws a gasp from my lips.

"You taste incredible," he says, his breath hot against me. "Exactly how I remembered."

I blush at his praise, my fingers finding his hair again. "Thank you," I manage, the words coming out breathier than intended.

Daniel takes his time, exploring me with lips and tongue, learning what makes me gasp and what makes me moan. When he slides a finger inside me, curling it just so while his tongue circles my most sensitive spot, I arch off the bed.

"Daniel," I pant, teetering on the edge. "I need you. Inside me."

He lifts his head, his eyes meeting mine, dark with desire. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," I say, reaching for him. "Please."

He rises to his knees, unbuckling his belt and tossing it to the floor with a dull thud. His jeans and boxers follow, and then he's naked before me, his arousal evident and impressive. I remember the stretch of him inside me, the fullness that bordered on too much but felt so perfectly right.

Daniel returns to me, covering my body with his, his weight supported on his forearms. He kisses me deeply, letting me taste myself on his lips, and the intimacy of it makes me writhe.

"Protection?" he asks, his voice strained with the effort of restraint.

I almost laugh at the irony. "I think we're past that concern," I say, gesturing vaguely at my still-flat stomach.

He smiles against my lips. "Fair point."

Then he's positioning himself at my entrance, the blunt head of his cock pressing against me. Our eyes lock as he pushes forward, slowly, giving me time to adjust to the stretch. I gasp at the sensation, my body remembering his, welcoming him home.

When he's fully seated, he pauses, his forehead resting against mine, our breath mingling. "Okay?" he whispers.

"More than okay," I assure him, rolling my hips to take him deeper.

He groans, his control visibly slipping. Then he begins to move, setting a rhythm that starts slow and deliberate but quickly builds in intensity. Each thrust drives him deeper, hitting places inside me that make sparks dance behind my eyes.

Our lips meet again and again, kisses growing messier as our movements become more urgent. Sweat slicks our skin, and the sounds of our ragged breathing fill the room. Daniel shifts, changing the angle, and suddenly he's hitting a spot that makes me cry out.

"There?" he asks, his voice tight with restraint.

"Yes," I gasp. "Don't stop."

Chapter 10 - Daniel

I can't believe this is happening.

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