Dr. Fake It - A Possessive Doctor Romance

“Something like that. More wondering how fast I could get you home and undress you.”

I tilted my head. “Is that something we’re doing? I thought we had rules.”

“Fuck the rules. I got stabbed tonight.” He reached out and ran his fingers through my hair. “Tonight I’m going to live a little and take what I want.”

He leaned forward and kissed me. I kissed him back and didn’t hesitate. All the danger of the last few hours, all the fear and horrible certainty that I might die, that it wasn’t even nearly over—it spilled out of me into that kiss. He felt good, tasted like heaven, and I needed him in that moment as much as he seemed to need me.

It was a mutual desire born from nearly getting killed. I didn’t look too deeply at it, couldn’t let myself think about what it meant, I simply let him kiss me, then let him lift me up and put me down on the counter. He grunted in pain and I guessed he strained his stitches, but neither of us cared—his lips were against mine, his tongue in my mouth, his hands in my hair, then on my body, then unbuttoning my jeans.

He tugged them off and let them drop onto the floor. I arched my back, staring at him, as he spread my legs and slid a hand down to cover my warm, wet pussy. I chewed on my lip and let a moan escape as he smirked and kissed my neck.

“Looks like you wanted this as badly as I did,” he said. “I like that you pretend as though you don’t want me. But come on.” He slipped his fingers down my panties and found my slick spot. I gasped as he let out a soft, delicious laugh. “You clearly need it as bad as me.”

I moaned and buried my lips against his as he teased me with his fingers. It felt like heaven, like pleasure exploded through my entire body. The combination of his incredibly skilled hands and the near-death experience heightened everything, made every touch, every caress and kiss, every little nerve ending fire ten times the pleasure, ten times the excitement. My heart juddered and sent wave after wave of blood through my body and I felt it pulsing along with pleasure, god, so much pleasure.

I gripped his hair and pulled. He laughed again, clenching his jaw, and pressed fingers deep inside me. I gasped, threw my head back, banged it against the cabinet, and didn’t give a damn. He bit my lip hard and I growled in response, then laughed like an idiot and let him kiss me—before he slid down between my legs.

I stared at his gorgeous mouth as he spread me wide and licked me top to bottom. I rolled my hips as he took me, tongue and lips and everything driving me wild, his fingers sliding deep in and out, and my breath came heavy and fast, panting, groaning. I gripped his hair tight and hunched forward, wanting more of him, wanting to feel him closer. He was so good with his fingers, with his tongue, and I lost myself in the moment, all the residual fear leaving my body in a rush, replaced by need, by pure, primal want for this man.

He didn’t stop or slow as my moans got louder, and I knew the pleasure built, built, as I got closer and closer, and he continued to work me, pushing my boundaries, making me wild with his incredible tongue.

I came then, body shaking, his name rolling off my tongue— Gavin, Gavin, oh, god, Gavin— and he kept going, bringing me up beyond anything I’d ever experienced before, my body wracked with pleasure, legs tense, muscles tight, mind wild—and slowly I came back down. He ran his tongue along my length then stood up and kissed me. I tasted myself on his lips and tongue and kissed him back with a shocking passion I didn’t know I felt.

He pulled back and smirked, his lips red, and ran a hand through my hair. “I needed you to feel that,” he whispered, his voice like velvet. “You had a hard night.”

“I think you had it worse.” I chewed on my lip. “I mean, you got stabbed.”

He laughed. “That’s true.”

“What are we going to do?”

“Right now? Nothing.” He kissed me again, then kissed my neck, then kissed my inner thighs, then stepped away. He poured himself another drink as I dropped off the counter, adjusted my useless, soaking panties, and tugged my jeans back on.

“You have to have some idea, right?”

“I didn’t think they’d move that fast.” He drank back his whiskey and leaned on the counter with both hands. He grimaced and touched his side. “Truthfully, I’m not sure what they’ll do from here.”

“You fought that guy off. Maybe they’ll back down?”