Page 14 of Possessive Doctor

“Still, I’m glad you woke up with a smile. I called the hospital and canceled my day. When you’re ready, I’ll help you to the bathroom so you can prepare.”

“Ready?”

“You still want to visit the house, right?”

“Oh, right. Yes.” I’ve almost forgotten about it. My heart pounds as I consider what secrets I might uncover about myself today. As badly as I want to remember, I’m concerned about what I’d find and how it might alter my relationship with Andrew.

I pick out some clothes, and he helps me to the bathroom. He has the shower running for me and leaves a towel where I can easily reach it should I need him to come help me out of the tub. I step out of my shorts and panties and try to lift my shirt over my head, but a sharp, searing pain in my back stops me.

How am I supposed to shower when I can’t even undress myself? I try again, but this time, I can barely raise my arms over my head. I close my eyes and take slow, deep breaths.

There’s only one solution to this problem, so I wrap the towel around my bare bottom half and call out, “Andrew, I need you.”

He steps slowly through the door and asks, “Sure. What do you need?”

“I hate to ask, but can you help me get out of this shirt? I tried but I can’t do it. My back hurts.”

His forehead furrows, face full of concern. “Okay, we don’t want you to pull a stitch or set back your recovery. Turn around.”

I turn my back to him and hold my arms up as high as I can without feeling pain. He grabs the hem of my shirt and slides the fabric up my torso. I feel the weight of his hands on my ribs and the sides of my breasts.

He lifts the shirt over my head and drops it onto the floor. His breath coasts on the back of my neck, and I almost drop the towel on the floor. The towel! Why am I not pulling it up to cover my chest?

I look across the room and see my reflection in the mirror. Andrew is still standing behind me. He’s looking in the mirror, too, eyes blazing with heat.

My breath hitches, and I tell myself that I should cover up. I should scold him for gawking at my exposed breasts. I should do those things but I don’t. I just stand here and watch his reflection. I like that he enjoys watching me. Even with evidence of the accident clear on my body, his gaze is hazy with lust, and it’s doing things to me.

The air between us is thick and charged, and if I reach down, I know I’m already soaking wet. He’s not even doing anything yet, but I’m already so turned on.

He runs his hand along my back and belly before cupping one breast. I gasp and snap my eyes shut. It feels so good when he touches me like this. He squeezes it and runs a thumb along the taut bud, making me bite my lower lip.

His soft lips rest on the sensitive spot in my neck, and I squirm, needing to feel some kind of friction between my thighs. When he licks my neck, I step back, hitting his hard chest, and whimper when I feel his length on my ass.

“I want to taste them,” he rasps and spins me on my heels.

He drops his head and takes my left nipple between his lips. He sucks and licks it and then moves his mouth to the other one. My heart pounds in my ears as I wonder just how far he’s planning to take this. Far enough, I hope.

I’m completely under his spell.

I run my fingers through his hair as he continues to kiss and lick my nipples, neck, face, and lips. He pulls me close and I feel his erection through his shorts. It’s big, just like the rest of him, and I’m scared that he’d split me in half with it.

My mind drifts to a lustful, wicked place where he bends me over and mounts me from behind, but as quickly as the thought reaches my mind, he stops.

No, no, no.

I look at him, bewildered by how suddenly he’s hit the brakes.

“Do you need help getting into the shower?” he asks me.

“Um, no. I think I can…”

“Okay, call me if you need help getting back out,” he says and leaves, closing the door behind him.

My legs are shaking as I step under the warm water. A cold shower may have been more fitting. What just happened? Is this his way of punishing me for doubting him? He has to know by now that I’m not going to say no to his advances because I want it just as badly too.

After I finish my shower, I grab my towel and dry off.

I begin to dress myself, and I can’t help but chuckle. I picked a button-down shirt to wear for the day. What a shame. Now I don’t have an excuse to call Andrew back in here.

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