Page 51 of Doctor Mile High
The walls are painted white to make the room bigger and lighter. In the middle of the ceiling is a skylight, allowing natural light in as well. There’s a double sink, faucets a brilliant shade of gold, and a mirror that takes up the entire wall. To the far right is a huge walk-in shower with two shower heads that hang from the ceiling while in the left corner, a beautiful soaking tub sits.
A faux sob escapes me as I stare at it. “What a waste. I want nothing more than to sit in that tub. I bet it would feel so good.”
“I know. When you’re cleared, the tub at my house is like that and you can take all the baths you want.” He sets me on my feet, slow and easy to make sure he doesn’t hurt me by jostling me on accident.
How is he so damn thoughtful? A person like this can’t be real. I have to be living in a dream. Winston tugs his shirt off, tossing it on the floor, and my eyes fall to his chest. My breath catches when I see how in shape he is.
I remember.
This time, I don’t have alcohol in my system. I’m able to memorize every detail, every defined edge. His chest is wide and his pecs are muscular, defined in a way that has me wanting to trace his body. On either side of his hips, the V is more cut than I remember and the hair across his chest is dark.
I press my palms flat against his chest, inhaling a sharp breath when the familiar buzz travels between us just like it did the night we met. “You are a beautiful man, Winston,” I say in awe, drifting my hands down his abdomen, my fingers dipping into the valley of his abs.
With both hands, he cups my face, staring into my eyes with those green irises that remind me of the waters off the shore of Costa Rica. “Every time you touch me, I feel it to the marrow in my bones, Dove,” he whispers, pressing a kiss against my lips.
“Too bad I’m not cleared,” I mumble, hooking my fingers in the waistband of his pants.
My fingers toy with the button of his expensive dark blue jeans, pinching the silver head of the zipper. The metal is loud as I lower it, but not louder than his breaths. He grabs my wrist, stopping me from going any further.
“Dove.”
The way he says my name almost has my knees buckling with how breathless it is.
“Winston.”
He lifts my hand, kissing the inside of my wrist. “I’m always ready for you, but you and I both know nothing can happen right now. Come on, let’s get you in the shower.” He slides the glass door open, twisting the handle to turn the water on.
Steam immediately begins to rise, the room filling with heat. Winston’s hands are on my hips, tugging my shirt off, and then he kneels, tugging off my sweatpants.
I have a few incisions on my stomach from the surgery. I’m swollen and sore, but I know a shower will make me feel a lot better.
His hands drift down my sides and he leans in, kissing my stomach. “Your body went through so much to bring my son into the world, and I’m going to spend the rest of my life showing how much I appreciate you and your sacrifice, Dove.”
My eyes water, never imagining I’d be someone’s obsession. “I can’t wait to do it again one day. I’ll have all your children, Winston.”
His palms settle on my hips and he looks up at me while kneeling on the floor, vulnerable. “And I’ll be right here, every time. On my knees to show you how worthy you are of so much love.”
I catch myself on his shoulder, my fingers digging into his firm muscle. A tear breaks free, wishing I could wrap him in my arms and hold him as tight as I can. The pain won’t allow me.
“I’m going to buy you the biggest diamond you’ve ever seen, Dove.” Winston stands, taking my hands in his. “I want every man to know you’re taken and I want every woman to be envious when they see the diamond I gave you.”
“Winston,” I gasp. “That’s not nice.”
He steps in closer, his front touching mine, but he doesn’t add pressure. Again, thinking of me and the pain. “My love for you isn’t nice, Dove. It’s fierce, sweet to you, yes, beautiful, yes, but fierce. I will stop at nothing to show the world that you belong to me.” He lowers his jeans, never breaking eye contact with me, and his cock slaps against his stomach.
I can’t help it. I look down, my hand reaching to take a quick feel of his thick cock.
He grips my wrist and tsks. “Nothing can happen, Dove. Remember?” He leads me into the shower.
“I wanted to remember what you felt like in my hand,” I admit, keeping my eyes trained on the floor to hide my embarrassment.
I follow him into the shower, the warm water rushing over me.
He stands close to me, the water dripping down the pout of his bottom lip. Locking eyes with me, Winston guides my hand to his cock, still hard and pointed up to his belly button.
“I can’t have my wife not remember the feel of my cock, can I?” he growls, his eyes dropping to my lips as he allows my hand to memorize him.
“I’m not your wife,” I remind him. “You’ve gone from fiancée to wife in a very short amount of time.” I tighten my grip, and he gasps, but the tension in my body has me whimpering in pain.
