Page 187 of The Doctors Will See You Now

“God, you’re so close,” he whispered directly into my ear, his breath hot and erratic from the exertion, and a guttural moan left my lungs. “I can feel that tight pussy gripping me. Fuck, you feel so good, Low. So. Fucking. Good. I don’t want it to end.” He groaned as his thrusts became faster, uninhibited, fucking deeper, and even if I wanted to, I couldn’t stop myself from falling over the edge.

The rhythm of my orgasm took me by surprise, starting out quick and intense, and then hovering in a slow afterburn that enveloped my entire being and suspended it. My vision blurred, and my heart beat like a kick drum inside my chest. I struggled to remember how to breathe.

I felt high from it. High from him.

Lost in the abyss of mind-altering pleasure, moans, whimpers, fucking noises I’d never heard leaving my lips, I barely heard Scott’s grunt in response as my pussy rippled around him.

“Fuck. Yes,” he moaned loud enough to shake me from my trance. His thrusts became faster and erratic as he rode out his climax inside of me.

And as we lay there on his bed, our bodies strewn across one another while we worked to catch our breaths and slowly come back to reality, my mind—finally freed from its pleasure chains—took off at a run.

I’d never in my life experienced an orgasm like that before.

This is, like, more than sex…

I internally sighed. Not this thought process again…

Before I could get lost in a mental sparring match with myself, Scott moved onto his back and removed the condom, quickly tossing it into a small trash can beside the bed. His big warm body was back beside mine a moment later.

“Go on another date with me tomorrow night,” he whispered into my ear, and I couldn’t stop myself from giggling.

“You’re just saying that because, for some reason, our dates always end up with sex.”

“That’s definitely a positive.” He grinned and wrapped his arms around my bare body and pulled me into his side. “But it’s not the only reason.”

“What are the other reasons, then?” I asked and moved my gaze up to meet his eyes. “I mean, you know that I don’t date, and I definitely don’t do long-term relationships.”

“I’m curious,” he stated and quirked a brow. “Is there a reason you don’t do long-term relationships? Or have you always felt like that?”

I shrugged. “I had a long-term relationship a while back, and let’s just say, it didn’t end so well. I learned a lot from that relationship, specifically the fact that I’m just not a relationship kind of girl.”

“Mind if I ask what happened?”

“I lost myself,” I answered honestly, and for some insane reason, I found myself giving even more details. “It wasn’t a healthy relationship. I gave, and my ex took, and before I knew it, my entire life path had changed because I was always putting him and his priorities first. I’m sure you’d be surprised to find out that I was actually pre-med in college. I had big dreams of being a pediatrician.”

“You would be an amazing pediatrician.”

I studied his resolute gaze. “You really think so?”

“I know so,” he answered without hesitation. “You’re extremely intelligent. You’re easy to talk to when you’re not trying to read me the riot act,” he teased, and I laughed. “And I can imagine you’re amazing with kids.”

I sighed. “Well, too bad there’s no going back on that one.”

“No going back?” he questioned. “You’re not even thirty yet, Low. If becoming a physician is something you’re passionate about, you can still do it.”

“Pretty sure that’s a dream I need to let die,” I muttered. “Anyway, now I’m curious,” I announced because, hell, I needed to change the subject. We were talking about me way too much. “Why do you want to keep going on dates with me? I mean, you’re not exactly a relationship kind of guy.”

“Because I like spending time with you,” he answered, and his words dripped of genuine honesty. “And deep down, I know you like spending time with me, too.”

I scoffed and laughed at the same time. “God, you’re so full of yourself.”

He grinned again. “You know you like hanging out with me,” he retorted, and even though he was right, there was no way in hell I was going to give in to his argument. “We have fun together.”

“Naked fun,” I corrected. “The parts where we’re both dressed is usually just kind of meh.”

He chuckled and tickled my rib cage. I tried to squirm out of his hold, but he just held on tighter.

“Admit it,” he said. “You like spending time with me.”