Page 8 of Doctor's Surprise Bride

He looks up at me with a smirk. “You don’t want anyone hearing us, do you? There’s no one here, but the door is open,” he whispers, his voice low and excited. “The noises you’re going to make are mine, don’t let anyone else hear them.”

The low pulsing between my thighs quickens. I bite my lip to hold back a moan when his hand slips to and I spread my legs wider for him. My eyes flutter closed in pleasure when he pinches my pert nipples between his fingers. I’ve read steamy stories before, and they made me feel hot and needy, but I’ve never felt anything like this before. Nothing I’ve ever experienced in books can hold a candle to the way this man is making me feel.

My breath grows harsh and my body grows weak. I drop the book still in my hands when he slips his finger past my panties and drags it through my soaked folds.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he groans, before drawing out his finger and slipping it into his mouth. His eyes close in ecstasy. “You taste so fucking good, baby. Taste better than any sweets I could ever buy for you.”

His words … They’re filthy, nothing like the romantic and flowery conversations I’m so used to reading in the novels and yet, they go straight to my core. I’m practically leaning into his touch, offering myself to him in a place where someone could walk in at any moment and see us.

My head swims with need as he pushes my jeans down the rest of the way, leaving me exposed to him. Feeling vulnerable, I lean in and seek his lips and he meets me halfway, burying his fingers in my hair and tilting my head to the side before devouring my lips like a starved man. His lips slant greedily against mine until we’re both breathless.

The look on his face tugs at my heartstrings, making me feel things I have no right feeling. He no longer looks merely needy, but filled with devotion as he holds me against him, deciding his next steps.

“We have roughly twenty-five minutes before you open,” he rasps, dropping his forehead against mine. “I’m going to make the most of it, but promise me you’ll be good and not make a sound.”

This is a bad idea if ever there was one but there’s a part of me—the part that has always wanted to rebel against the nice bookworm image—revels in this situation.

“Okay,” I whisper obediently.

My pulse flutters like crazy as Ashton drops to his knees in front of me, his eyes not moving from mine once.

“I need to taste your this juicy pussy and clean it up. You want that, don’t you, flower?” he asks in a growl.

“Yes,” I pant, my voice only barely a whisper.

“Good. Remember, not a sound, and I’ll reward you.”

I nod eagerly, the need to please him crashing into me with an intensity so strong it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Nothing—absolutely nothing—from my years of reading romance novels and taking in the steamy parts could have prepared me for the feel of Ashton’s tongue against my body. He grabs my leg and lifts my hip over his shoulder, opening me to him as I fight to hold in a scream.

“Quiet, baby girl,” he instructs. I barely manage to cover my mouth when he leans back in. His tongue leaves me trembling and my body grows taut with need. My head swims as he licks eagerly at my arousal, parting my flesh with his tongue before burying his head deeper and lapping at my sex. There is a deep hungry growl in his throat as he rubs at my clit roughly with his tongue as if he can’t get enough.

I can’t help bucking my hips into his face, chasing the sensation. I bite down on my hand to mute my pleasured cries. My thighs begin to tremble as he laps at my sex, each hungry lick drawing me closer and closer to an orgasm. When I look down, it’s to find his heated dark eyes firmly traced on me, daring me to fall apart in his arms and give him something I’ve never offered to another man.

My head falls back against the books as he sucks at my clit while slipping his hand back under my sweater to pinch my nipple between his fingers. That’s all it takes to send me over the edge. A wave of searing heat travels through my body as I quiver around his tongue, but he doesn’t stop lapping at my arousal. The deep hum of this throat only works to send still more delicious tugs coursing through my body. I’m still trembling when he finally pulls away, licking at the shine coating his lips.

He glances at his watch and sighs smugly. “Would you look at that, we still have five minutes to spare.”

He has satisfied look on his face as he helps me back into my jeans. My brain is lagging and I can barely make sense of what he’s saying but when he leans in to kiss me, I can taste myself on his skin. It’s like I’ve marked him as my own in some way. I arch into his touch contentedly and fall back into his arms. It’s a bad idea, I know it is.

There’s no way someone as perfect as him would want you.He just wants to toy with you. Joke around with his cousin at your expense. He’s not one of your fictional men. He’ll break your heart.

Despite all the warnings whirling through my mind, I ignore them for now, letting myself bask in Ashton’s warmth instead.

Chapter Six

Ashton

She feels unreal. Too good to be true.

My cock throbs in my pants, desperate for relief, her taste still lingering on my tongue. Watching her like I am now, I can’t help but wonderwhyshe’d need to sign up for a mail-order bride program.

I gently push back her tousled hair and reach for her glasses before securing them on her face. She blinks up at me innocently, her eyes dazed and dark. It goes straight to my heavy cock.

I like her better like this, I realize. I liked her last night too, dressed up like some present to unwrap, but I like this version better. My nerdy flower is in her natural element when she’s surrounded by books.

“How’s your knee? Did the swelling go down?” I ask. “I’m sorry, that should’ve been the first thing I asked when I walked in. It’s, uh, hard to think straight when you’re so close.”

Even harder now that I know how she tastes on my tongue.

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