Page 47 of The Doctors Will See You Now

“I know, right?” He played along. “Between the laughter, the nonstop conversation, and your insanely pretty…everything, I’ve never been more bored in my life.” He paused, running a soft hand up the zipper of my boot and stopping just at the top, the tip of one deliciously long finger tracing the line of skin there. “And don’t even get me started on your legs. Jesus, those things go on for miles. It’s like they never end. Definitely a turn-off.”

God, just that touch made my pussy ache. “I should’ve gone with the sweat pants,” I said shakily, unable to fight the growing arousal with a squeeze of my legs, thanks to his hand now calmly resting on my thigh. If I pulled my legs together now, his hand would get trapped in between.

Maybe that’s not such a bad idea.

“They might’ve made it a little easier for you tolerate me.”

“Oh, yeah, because you’re completely intolerable,” he said on a laugh, his fingertips flexing into the flesh of my thigh and nearly making me moan. But his expression morphed into something much more serious as he used his other hand to slide a lock of my hair behind my ear. “You’re amazing, Melody,” he whispered. “I feel like a real lucky bastard that you found me so irresistible you changed your mind.”

I smiled and bit my lip, completely enthralled by his ability to tease and compliment in one sentence.

He looked down for a moment, and my eyes enjoyed the show, watching him intently and taking in every minute detail that equaled Will. I had never been the type of woman to think a man’s face was beautiful. Masculine? Sure. Handsome? Of course. But beautiful? No way.

At least, not until now.

Well-defined, with a sharp jaw and angular cheekbones and a genuine warmth you couldn’t cook up in a genetics lab, Will had a beautiful face. But it wasn’t the kind of beauty you’d see on the cover of a magazine; it was different. Captivating yet subtle. Soft yet firm. And when the slight olive complexion of his skin mixed with the ocean blue of his eyes, it made it nearly impossible to look away.

While he brought his beer to his full lips, I sat mesmerized. It was as if the alcohol that slid down into his throat had a direct link to my body, bolstering the warm sensation already living deep inside my belly.

When his chin came back down after his drink, he joined me in my perusal and didn’t once question the silence. The jovial sounds of bar patrons and the serenading voice of Beyoncé filled the background, but that’s all it was in that moment—just background noise. With Will’s avid attention fixed on me, everything else felt nonexistent. Hell, Beyoncé could’ve been standing in the middle of the dance floor singing “Single Ladies,” and I wouldn’t have noticed. I felt drunk off of him. Well, I was probably already a little drunk, but the buzz from the alcohol paled in comparison to the vibrating, heady energy that flowed between us.

His hand flexed on my thigh again, and my walls based on traditional first-date boundaries all but crumbled.

I wanted him. More than just dinner, more than just dating, I wanted him. Naked. Hard. Clawing at my skin. Kissing my neck. Sliding inside of me.

The room darkened as the lights inside the bar flashed with the techno beat of the next song, and I savored the feel of being cloaked in privacy. Will and I, sitting at a small high-top table toward the corner of the room, had now become unrecognizable to the other patrons. And before I could stop myself, I turned on my barstool, my back to the crowd, and faced Will directly. He watched me intently, his eyes fixed on mine, until I slowly parted my legs.

Without inhibitions and fueled by desire, I took his hand from my thigh and into mine and ran his index finger higher, under the material of my skirt and along my hot skin. His gaze locked on the apex between my thighs where only a hint of my panties was visible beneath the material of my skirt.

Touch me, I silently begged, and he didn’t disappoint.

I stopped helping him, but he kept going, his fingers leaving an electric trail until they reached the tiny sliver of silky material covering the place where I ached and throbbed for him.

I thought maybe he’d shy away from the public setting, but he took what I was thinking and did me one better.

With his gaze back to mine, he moved my panties to the side and ran his index finger through my arousal—once, twice, three times—and my hips jolted forward in response. His touch was calculated yet gentle as his thumb found my clit, pressing firm enough to spur a shot of pleasure up my spine.

“Does that feel good?” he asked, leaning forward enough that his lips skimmed the skin of my neck, and I nodded.

At least, I thought I’d nodded. For all I knew, my head had escaped my body—the only two places I knew with certainty were there were the ones Will was touching.

His thumb set up a rhythm of smooth, mind-blowing circles on my clit, and I swallowed my moan.

Good Lord, I wanted more. Needed more.

“Come home with me tonight,” he said into my ear. He lifted my chin with the tip of his finger, locking our gazes once more. “Let me spend the night with you.”

“Yes,” I whispered. I’d had the answer prepared before he even asked me the question. Whatever he wanted, I wanted.

Fingers still toying with me, he moved his lips from my ear to my mouth, and I gasped in surprise. But as soon as the tip of his tongue touched mine, I immediately responded with fervor, pulling his bottom lip into my mouth, sucking on his tongue, until both of our mouths and lips and tongues were dancing the same rhythm together.

“Let’s go,” he moaned against my lips. I didn’t want to stop, not at all. Not to move from this spot or to come up for air or anything. I just wanted him to keep touching me forever.

My disappointment was audible when he pulled his fingers from my pussy and put my panties back in place, but it didn’t last long.

In perhaps the most erotic move I’d ever paid witness to, he lifted his fingers to his mouth, right in front of my face—close enough that I could smell myself there—and sucked them inside.

“Yes,” I said finally, in answer to leaving—in answer to everything—and he didn’t waste any time, all but dragging both of our bodies toward the exit.