Dr. Good - A Man Who Knows What He Wants

I turn away, biting down as more words of ownership try to rise on my lips.

“I want that too,” she whispers. “I mean, I’m surprised you do.”

“What?” I wheel on her, taking a step forward, driving my manhood against her stomach. “Why wouldn’t I want you? You’re everything I need in a woman. You’re—”

“A virgin,” she cries, staring up at me with a shimmering in her eyes like she’s on the verge of tears. “Yeah, that’s right. I’m a virgin, Miller, so before you go any further… you should probably know that.”

I can’t help it.

I throw my head back and let out a laugh, the sort of laughter I haven’t felt move through me in years, the sort of laughter that must make it seem like I’ve gone mad.

“Are you laughing at me?” she yells, with a gorgeous note of sassiness in her voice.

“Not at you,” I say, moving around so I can press her against the railing.

I grab the railing, pushing my body against her, trapping her against my swelling desire.

“I’m laughing because this is too damn perfect. I’m laughing because I never thought this would happen to me.”

“What would happen?” she says, glaring up at me with a feistiness I pray she passes onto our children.

“What do you think I want with you, Macie?”

She shrugs, causing her breasts to dance for me.

Fuck, I wish she was wearing a bra.

What am I saying?

No, I don’t.

But it would make focusing easier.

Every inch of her exudes sexuality, driving me crazy.

“A fling?” she murmurs after a pause. “I really have no idea. I didn’t think you’d want me at all. Part of me thinks this must be a dream.”

I lean down and kiss the edge of her mouth, and then snarl and move to consume her lips when I taste her.

She moans through the kiss as I grab her hips, pulling her closer to me, driving my cock against her so she can feel how badly I need her.

“This is real. This is happening. So you better get used to it. I don’t want a fling, Macie.”

“What, then?”

“I want to – I’m going to – claim you for the rest of our lives. I’m going to make you mine in every sense of the fucking word. Do you understand, you perfect innocent virgin? Everything you are belongs to me. Your gorgeous tits, your perfectly plump ass, your beautiful smile and your captivating eyes, your talent, your future, your womb… it’s all mine. We’re going to be together forever. We’re going to have a family together. And if anybody tries to threaten that – this Derrick motherfucker or anybody else – I will fight like the beast I am to protect us.”

I trail off, stunned at the force of my words. They rose from someplace deep inside of me, from a carnal place I have no control over.

She gazes up at me, her lips trembling, and then tears start to course down her cheeks.

“Right, good one,” she says, moving to push past me.

“This isn’t a joke,” I snarl, keeping her right where she is.

She tilts her head at me. “What sort of game is this, Miller? Is this what you rich doctors do? You find patients to tease and bully and then laugh about it over wine and steak with your real girlfriends? Why would you say those things? Please move.”

I sigh and step aside. I’m not about to keep her here against her will.

But goddamn, she’s driving me crazy.

She paces over to the other side of the balcony, staring out at the city.

“How can any of that be true? We only met earlier.”

“I can’t explain how,” I growl. “All I know is when you walked into my office, I knew. It was possession at first sight like we talked about before. I tried not telling you, Macie. I tried to keep it in. I didn’t want to come across like that dickhead Derrick. But I can’t, not when you’re right here, not when I can feel how badly you want this.”

She spins on me. Complex emotions moving across her features, hope one moment and despair the next, as though there’s a war happening behind her eyes and she can’t decide which side to back.

“I have to think about this,” she says. “I can’t… I’ve been tricked before. With Derrick. With bullies in high school. This is all happening so fast.”

“But you feel the same,” I ask, stepping forward and touching her chin. I tilt her gaze up so we’re staring at each other. “I can read you, Macie. I can see how badly you want this.”

She nods, a tiny movement, but enough to let me know I’m right.

She does want this as badly as I do.

But then she brushes my hand away and walks back inside.

“I’m sorry. I can’t… I’ve been hurt before, tricked before. I can’t…”