Page 19 of Cocky M.D.
For a moment, she didn’t move, but then she closed her eyes and said, “Okay. You win.”
I took her hand to lead her up. “It’s not about winning. Why were you so adamant about leaving?”
As we made it to the second floor, she whispered like we were sharing secrets, “Because when I’m near you… I forget myself.”
Fuck.My cock was hard again. A rumble almost louder than the storm came from my chest. I didn’t care that we were both soaked and pushed her against the wall. “That’s where I want you.”
She shook her head and hugged her waist. “But I shouldn’t be a sex-addled mess when negotiating a contract.”
That was clearheaded, but it was not what I’d hoped to hear. My mind raced. If she was in it just for my money, she would be eager to seal the deal.
As we walked toward the bedrooms, I said, “I can offer you money.”
Her eyes widened, and she froze in place. “I’m not a prostitute.”
I stood in front of her and dropped my head. She confused me, and I rubbed my temples. “No. That’s not what I meant.”
I needed to change the topic fast. Heat rushed in my cheeks. I was usually a smooth talker. Part of why I’d asked Olivia was because she wasn’t like Ruby or Britney or anyone my parents would choose for me. Something about Olivia made me tense and turned me on at the same time.
I walked her to one of the bedrooms and said, “Tomorrow, we can get you a ring that we both pick out and my mom didn’t send in the mail.”
“I’m fine with this one.” She peeked into the room and saw the bed. She couldn’t hide a blush. “But if you want, I’ll give this one back.”
I squeezed her palm briefly, but that sent a bolt of desire into me. “No. You get two.”
“Why would I need two?” she asked, but I walked away.
That was proof that I wasn’t myself near her. She watched me as I rushed into my room and called down the hall, “For when you need to remind me I’m not fucking perfect.”
I tossed my wet shirt and pants and grabbed a dry T-shirt for her and new boxer briefs. Then I headed back out, still in my wet red boxer briefs.
“Did you think you were?”
For a second, she covered her eyes. I showed her the new pair of underwear, and she continued avoiding my eyes. When she peeked, I shook my ass until I put on a dry pair. Her face was bright red as she took the shirt from me.
Then I pointed at where I’d come from and said, “Look, this bedroom is next to mine.”
Water was still dripping off of her. “So you’re that close?”
I directed her to the room and pointed. “There is an adjoining door. My house was built for a different century, so all you need to do is wiggle your finger or bring your ass over to me.”
Then I walked her to the en suite bathroom, and she said while staring up at the ceiling, “Historical buildings are common around here. Where are you from?”
“Sunny California,” I said as she went in.
I nodded for her to go and change. She kept the bathroom door slightly open. I looked in the crack and saw some of her clothes as she took them off.
In my mind, it was like she was giving me a striptease, though I knew that wasn’t true. She suddenly seemed to become shy. My body was tense and ready to pound into her.
“Why are you living here, then?”
“Because no one knows the Dawes family at the hospital.”
She came out with a towel on her head, and my shirt went halfway down her thighs. It could double as a dress. “That’s important to you?”
Her breasts were wet, and the white cotton started clinging to her. I glimpsed rosy nipples. “Yes. I’m not my father or brothers, so it’s nice to be seen as a father and a doctor without all the extra commitments.”
She took off the towel and hung it in the bathroom. “What kind of commitments?”
