The Doctor (Nashville Neighborhood 1)

The pleasure was intense. Like nothing I’d ever felt.

A breeze swept through the patio, and I shivered, but it was oddly good too. My nipples were pointed so sharply, they ached, but it was like he knew. One hand came off my thigh and reached up, roaming over my chest until he found the right spot to twist and pull that caused a dark groan of satisfaction to roll out of me.

I was quivering, beyond ready . . . not to mention, a little cold and uncomfortable on the stone. “I want you,” I whined, lifting my head to stare at him.

His eyes flashed with cockiness. “You want me to . . .”

It was almost too much. My body responded to his confidence, clenching me like a vise. I had to squeeze the plea from my mouth. “Fuck me.”

He slapped his palms loudly against the stone and vaulted up out of the pool, dripping on me as he pulled off his swimsuit and added it to the pile. His gaze swept appreciatively along the nude line of my body and then moved on to one of the lounge chairs, the one that lay flat. He flung a finger at it.

“There. Now.”

It was like he could only think in basic words, and I understood why. He wanted to satisfy a raw, primal need. I wanted it too and scrambled to my feet. It was only once I took a knee on the cushion, turned, and lay down on my back that I realized what was about to happen.

Greg was going to fuck me in the exact same spot he’d watched me last month with his son.

NINETEEN

WHY DID THIS IDEA turn me on so badly?

As I got comfortable on the cushion, I watched Greg fling aside the top towel in the stack and snatch up the condom he’d brought out. Then he stalked toward me, his face serious, as he tore open the edge of the wrapper with his teeth and pulled the condom out. He came for me like a man on a mission.

His body was beautiful. Rivulets of water cascaded down his chest, slaloming between the defined ridges of muscles, and he glistened in the soft light coming from inside the house.

The chair beneath me groaned as he planted a knee between my legs and then finished rolling the condom down the length of himself. My breath caught in my lungs. Everything inside me was tight with anticipation and need. As he knelt between my knees, he cast his eyes downward, following the stroke of his own hand, readying himself.

“This is my fantasy,” he said. He rubbed the tip of his cock on my slit, making me squirm and shift. I needed him inside me. Couldn’t he see how desperate I was? His gaze moved along my body until it connected with mine. “My fantasy,” he continued, “every day since I saw you out here with him.”

My mouth dropped open in surprise then rounded into a silent moan as he pushed himself into me. It felt like he was everywhere. Inside my body, inside my mind, inside the deepest recesses I didn’t allow myself to go. It couldn’t be his fantasy—because it was mine. I tried to tell him, but his first thrust was so powerful, all I could do was grab the cushion beneath us and hang on.

“I was jealous. So unbelievably jealous.” Greg widened his knees, which were tucked under my spread legs, and pumped his hips a second time. I recoiled with pleasure, and a victorious look lit up his eyes. “Watching him get to fuck you, when I wanted it to be me. I wanted it to be like this.”

Oh. My. God.

I was a stick of dynamite, and his confession cut the fuse in half. One spark and I was done for.

He set his hands on my knees and slid his palms along my inner thighs, pressing me wide open to him. “I stood there watching, and I didn’t know I was capable of being that jealous about anything until then. I wanted you so fucking bad, Cassidy.”

I let go of the cushion and placed my palms against his damp chest, needing to touch him. I wanted more contact. Craved his mouth on me. He obliged my unspoken request and set his hands on the cushion on either side of my head, lowering his lips to mine. Our wet skin stuck to each other, and I moaned into his kiss as he eased faster, moving at a steady, seductive pace.

“What did you think,” he said between hurried breaths, “when you caught me watching?”

His open mouth hovered, his lips brushing mine and threatening a kiss, but he was just far enough away, I’d have to commit to it. I undulated beneath him, and the way he teased the kiss was . . . sensual. But he acted as if I’d only get my reward when I’d earned it and told the truth.