Dr. Good - A Man Who Knows What He Wants

It’s like I can look past her eyes into everything happening inside of her.

It’s like I can read the uncertainty and the flaming desire, to believe me, to believe this is real.

It’s like I can pick her apart into all her beautiful pieces.

“Because I can read you. That’s just another sign we’re meant to be together.”

She turns her face away from me, my kiss landing on her cheek. Her gaze moves down and a tantalizing shudder moves through her, causing her body to graze against mine, her perfect breasts pushing against my heaving muscles.

“What is it?” I growl.

“Do you believe in that sort of stuff? That people are meant to be together?”

I take her by the hand and lead her across the apartment, out onto the balcony so we can sit in the blazing sunlight. I drop onto the wicker cushioned couch and pull her down into my lap.

She moves fluidly, as though she’s letting her body and her need take over and not allowing herself to sink into paranoia like she did last night.

Or maybe that’s unfair.

If we weren’t destined to be together, she’d be right to be cautious.

She falls against me as I slide my hand up her body, moving my fingers through her hair.

“The feels nice,” she whispers. “But you didn’t answer my question.”

I kiss her forehead, savoring the feeling of her against me, right where she belongs.

“I didn’t believe in destiny or fate or any of that before we met,” I tell her. “But the moment you walked into my office, that all changed. I know how crazy it sounds, but I’m tired of questioning it. I’m tired of second-guessing it. We belong together and that’s that. That’s all I care about, me and you.”

She nods in a cute-as-hell way, as though part of her is still worried this is a trick, but the rest of her can’t stand to entertain that idea.

“What about you?” I ask.

“I’ve always believed in fate and stuff,” she says. “I know it’s silly, but I’ve always believed in soulmates. I just never expected to find mine. Or maybe I thought that mine didn’t even exist. But when I saw you, I felt the same, Miller. Everything you’re saying – about us being together, about having a family together – I felt it as strongly as you do.”

“Good,” I growl passionately, smoothing my other hand up her bare thigh, pushing aside the hem of her skirt as I indulge in the juiciness of her thick gorgeous legs.

“Wait,” she whimpers, the quivering note in her voice telling me how difficult it is for her to stop me. “I want it—I want that.”

“Sex, Macie,” I say, grinning like the wolf I am. “It’s okay. You can say it.”

A tempting blush moves over her cheeks and down her neck, making me wonder if her perfect breasts are turning the same rosy shade, making me want to yank her dress down to get a proper look.

“Do you have any idea how cute you are when you’re embarrassed?” I banter.

She slaps my chest again, but this time she keeps her hand there, her fingernails clawing through my shirt.

“I want it. But it’s so soon and you’re… you’re you, Miller.”

“Yes, I am me.” I chuckle. “And you’re you. And the sky is blue. And people need water to stay alive. Are we done stating the obvious, my perfect virgin?”

She mock-glares at me, with a light glimmering in her eyes. “You know what I mean. You’re ripped and handsome and experienced…”

“Old, you mean,” I tease.

“No.” She gasps, leaning back in my embrace so she can stare at me. “That’s not what I meant at all. I love our age gap.”

Love.

The word hammers into me, some deep force willing me to throw the word back at her.

“And you’re not ancient. Forty-five is a great age. And, heck, look at you. You’re fitter than most immature boys my age. I don’t think twenty-four years is too much of an age gap. Do you?”

“No,” I growl, squeezing her body greedily. “It’s perfect. It means I get to be with you every step of the way as you flower into your career, as you fill our home with laughter and happiness.”

“But what if I disappoint you?” she murmurs.

I shake my head fiercely. “You could never disappoint me.”

“Even so, do you think maybe… we can wait, just for a little while?”

The beast inside of me roars no, but then I look closer at my woman and I see how much this means to her.

“Okay, Macie. But you need to know something. There is no scenario where you disappoint me. With your curvy-as-fuck body, with your perfect moans, with the shy way you bite your lip and the way you melted for me last night, unbelievably sexy as you twitched and creamed for me, you could never disappoint me. I promise.”