Page 11 of Doctor's Surprise Bride

“Have you made up your mind about me?” he rasps, suddenly closing the distance between us, backing me up to the wall. His eyes watch me with raw desire. An ache forms low in my gut at his proximity, and I lift a tentative hand to his chest. When my fingers connect with his rock-hard chest, I gasp at the hard thump of his heart under my palm. I trace my fingers over him, curious to feel if the rest of him is craved by marble.

“You’re very chiseled,” I whisper, fascinated by his body. “When do you get time to work out?”

For a moment, he says nothing. I can feel his eyes on me, his hands quivering where they grip me at my hips. When he lunges forward, sealing his lips to mine, a shudder wracks through my body as I fit my body against his.

Finally.

My lips part for him, eagerly opening for him to claim my mouth. All the tension that has been building up all evening snaps as he plunders my mouth with his, a feral groan escaping his throat. He’s consuming me like a man possessed. His hips rock against mine and I gasp when I feel the hard length of his rigid cock push against my stomach.

“I need to taste you again,” he growls, burying his fingers under my sweater and leaning in to trail his hot lips over my neck. “Tell me you want this too, baby.”

His hands are everywhere. Stroking, kneading, playing. My head is swimming, skin sensitive from his touch, but it’s his deep voice that finally breaks down all my defenses. It makes me want to say yes to everything he asks of me. It leaves me hot and frustrated, helpless in his arms and waiting for him to take me to brand new heights.

“I want this,” I breathe, any reservations I had when I met him gone. “I want you.”

I’m sure I’ve never wanted anything like I want him.

Chapter Eight

Ashton

For thirty-eight years, I’ve had a firm grip on my self-control in both my personal life and professional life. Daisy is testing me in ways I’ve never been tested before.

I can’t keep my hands off her.

“What have you done to me?” I question, digging my nose into the crook of her neck and inhaling her sweet scent. My cock throbs behind my fly, desperate for release.

It’s dangerous to want someone as much as I want her. I can’t deny myself any longer. I want to take her to my bed and fuck her all night into my mattress until mine is the only name she remembers. I want to protect her, I want to cherish her, and fuck it, I want her to take my last name so that everyone knows exactly who she belongs to. I want the world to know that this woman has stolen my heart, bewitched me in ways I don’t even want to understand.

Just the thought of coming back home after a long day to see her sends possessive need rocking through my veins.

I can’t wait anymore.

I lean down and grab her behind the knees, lifting her into my arms before taking her lips into mine. She wraps her legs around me, her little pleasured gasps only adding to the need building up inside me. I lick into her lips as I carry her up to my bedroom and I don’t break the kiss until she’s spread out on my bed.

Her chest heaves with heavy breaths after I break the kiss to trail my lips down her neck. I reach under her to undo the clasp of her bralette before pulling it up her arms along with her sweater, leaving her breasts exposed. My hands close over her the peaked mounds and I watch her face greedily as it contorts with pleasure.

My breath is taken away. Long, thick brown hair pooled on my bedspread, ocean-blue eyes staring up at me, her swollen mouth begging for me to abuse it further. My cock is so hard it hurts, already sticky with precum and it hasn’t even been freed from my pants yet.

“I’m going all the way tonight, Angel,” I say thickly, breaking the kiss to look into her eyes. “You know that, right? I am going to make you mine tonight.”

“I want that,” she whimpers. “I want to belong to you.”

That’s all I need to hear. I wedge my body between her thighs and she winds her legs around my hips to pull me even closer, sending a deep throb to my through to my very core. I have to clench my teeth to keep myself from coming in my pants. She gasps when I propel my hips forward, rubbing my throbbing erection against her clothed pussy.

“Mine,” I growl, licking the column of her throat. She throws her head back to allow me access to her sensitive skin, the mewling sound at the back of her throat urging me on. Her back arches off the bed as I drag my tongue over her flesh before taking a budding nipple into my mouth and sucking gently.

The animalistic need to claim her grows with every second. I undo her jeans and strip them down her thighs, dragging her panties along with it before throwing them away.

“I’m going to taste you again,” I rasp, my voice growing heavier by the second. “You liked it the first time, didn’t you, baby girl? You liked seeing me on my knees with my face buried between your thighs, tongue lapping at your cunt in a place where anyone could walk in and see us.”

Her hips jerk at my words and she lets out a shaky breath.

“I wouldn’t have stopped, you know. I would have kept drinking you up, ignoring anyone watching us. Let them see me claim you as mine,” I murmur, rubbing my thumb over the cleft of her pussy to find her drenched, robbing me of my last bit of control. I lean down and press my face against her sex, nuzzling her until her folds part just enough to close my lips around the bud of her clit. Finally I get to taste her tight, dripping cunt again.

How is she real? My little flower, hidden behind rows of books, waiting for me to dig her out.

Daisy cries out, her hips lifting to meet my mouth as I lap into hot, wet center, her sweet taste flooding all my senses. I cradle her ass cheeks in my palms before moving a hand to press carefully into her entrance as I run my tongue over her sex, licking her clit in all directions until she’s thrashing in the bed. She sobs and writhes restlessly on the bed as I lap up her juices, losing myself in her taste as she squeezes tightly around my finger.

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