Page 42 of Beach Reads
“You really want to stay?”
I shrug, anger making my movements jerky. Water sloshes onto the side and pools around Whit’s shoes. “Yeah. Obviously.”
“In your villa?” he presses, like I’d get this worked up over a freaking bungalow. Like the lack of sharp objects and the lukewarm shower is such a dream.
“Whit, I swear to god. Get your head out of your ass, or I will splash you again.”
And aren’t doctors supposed to be clever? But then his shadow moves, strong hands sliding beneath my armpits, and I’m lifted out of the pool in a shower of droplets. Like I weigh no more than an angry, wet feather. The stars wheel overhead, and his chest is already soaking when he crushes me in a hug.
“My towel is back there,” I tell the doctor as he strides away down the stone path, my legs wrapped around his trim waist.
“Poppy? I don’t care about your towel.”
Whit hitches me higher, and then I feel it: the hard length of him, pressing between my thighs. For once, he’s not moving me away. He’s holding me closer, letting our bodies grind together as he walks. Letting me feeleverything.
The gears thunk into place in my brain. “Oh my god.”
“Yes. You’re staying with me.” He says it like it’s final: like he’s laying down a command, prescribing a treatment, even though I’ve been trying to convince him, fighting for this for days. The dark palm trees loom on either side of the path, fronds whispering in the breeze. “We’ll travel if you like. We’ll go anywhere you want. But you’remine, Poppy. Do you understand?”
My cheeks are on fire, and I’m too frazzled to play this cool. There’s a high-pitched whine in my ears, and my nipples are like bullets against his strong chest. They’re gonna stab right through my bikini top.
“Um. Yes, I understand. I—yep. Ten four. Roger that.”
* * *
Doctor Whitaker tosses me onto the bed in my villa like I’m a horny sack of potatoes. I sprawl over the mattress, legs akimbo, red-faced and spluttering.
“Fuck.” My bedside lamp clicks on, and Whit stares down at me, an avenging angel in a white coat. His shadow stretches up the wall. “I want to be gentle, Poppy. I know it’s your first time. But this is…”
He trails off with a ragged sigh.
“I know.” My thighs squeeze together, and the ache between them is so sharp already. I’m all slippery and swollen. So needy and throbbing, and all he’s done is carry me to my villa. “It’s okay. I want it rough, too.”
I mean, I think I do. Let’s call it an educated guess, because what I really want is for the strain to leave Whit’s face. I want all of the doctor, and I want him unfettered. Unleashed. I want himravenousfor me.But first—
“Can I suck your cock?”
Whit pinches the bridge of his nose. His chest rises and falls, and the lines on his face are stark. Then, when I’m ready to give up all hope of tasting him, he finally says, “Yes. Undo my belt.”
God, I love it when he gets all bossy. It sends hot shivers racing over my skin; it makes my stomach flip and tighten. Makes me want to misbehave.
My knees sink into the bed as I crawl toward the doctor. I want to make this sexy, but my bikini is riding up my ass and pool water’s trickling from my wet hair into my eyes, and my fingers are clumsy as I wrestle with his belt.
Whit doesn’t seem to mind. He’s breathing hard, petting my hair again. “Fuck. Yeah, take my cock out. Wrap your hand around the shaft. Good girl. Try moving—” he cuts off with a hiss as I drag my fist up and down his thick length, wriggling my ass as I play with my new favorite toy.
“Hmm.” A hum vibrates up my throat as I suck the head past my lips, swirling my tongue around the tip. He’s salty and clean. Hot and hard.Delicious.“This is better than the popsicles we get at dinner.”
“Poppy,” Whit says, and he sounds pained.
His grip is tight in my hair. He guides my head up and down, bobbing over his shaft, and I suck and slurp and touch him like I’ve been longing to. Hands roaming, owning him. Touching his belt; his stomach; those magnificent thighs. Claiming the doctor the way he’s claimed me.
“Mine,” I mumble around the head of his cock.
Whit hisses. “Obviously. But mind your teeth, please.”
Ha.Okay, I can’t keep going after that, not when I’m dissolving into giggles on the bed. And Whit’s chuckling too, moving me up the mattress, arranging my limbs and brushing my hair across the pillow.
“Take your clothes off,” I beg when I finally catch my breath. His tie is tickling my belly, and I’ve waited so long for this.
