“Yes. You’re staying with me.” He says it like it’s final: like he’s laying down a command, prescribing a treatment, even though I’ve been trying to convince him, fighting for this for days. The dark palm trees loom on either side of the path, fronds whispering in the breeze. “We’ll travel if you like. We’ll go anywhere you want. But you’remine, Poppy. Do you understand?”
My cheeks are on fire, and I’m too frazzled to play this cool. There’s a high-pitched whine in my ears, and my nipples are like bullets against his strong chest. They’re gonna stab right through my bikini top.
“Um. Yes, I understand. I—yep. Ten four. Roger that.”
* * *
Doctor Whitaker tosses me onto the bed in my villa like I’m a horny sack of potatoes. I sprawl over the mattress, legs akimbo, red-faced and spluttering.
“Fuck.” My bedside lamp clicks on, and Whit stares down at me, an avenging angel in a white coat. His shadow stretches up the wall. “I want to be gentle, Poppy. I know it’s your first time. But this is…”
He trails off with a ragged sigh.
“I know.” My thighs squeeze together, and the ache between them is so sharp already. I’m all slippery and swollen. So needy and throbbing, and all he’s done is carry me to my villa. “It’s okay. I want it rough, too.”
I mean, I think I do. Let’s call it an educated guess, because what I really want is for the strain to leave Whit’s face. I want all of the doctor, and I want him unfettered. Unleashed. I want himravenousfor me.But first—
“Can I suck your cock?”
Whit pinches the bridge of his nose. His chest rises and falls, and the lines on his face are stark. Then, when I’m ready to give up all hope of tasting him, he finally says, “Yes. Undo my belt.”
God, I love it when he gets all bossy. It sends hot shivers racing over my skin; it makes my stomach flip and tighten. Makes me want to misbehave.
My knees sink into the bed as I crawl toward the doctor. I want to make this sexy, but my bikini is riding up my ass and pool water’s trickling from my wet hair into my eyes, and my fingers are clumsy as I wrestle with his belt.
Whit doesn’t seem to mind. He’s breathing hard, petting my hair again. “Fuck. Yeah, take my cock out. Wrap your hand around the shaft. Good girl. Try moving—” he cuts off with a hiss as I drag my fist up and down his thick length, wriggling my ass as I play with my new favorite toy.
“Hmm.” A hum vibrates up my throat as I suck the head past my lips, swirling my tongue around the tip. He’s salty and clean. Hot and hard.Delicious.“This is better than the popsicles we get at dinner.”
“Poppy,” Whit says, and he sounds pained.
His grip is tight in my hair. He guides my head up and down, bobbing over his shaft, and I suck and slurp and touch him like I’ve been longing to. Hands roaming, owning him. Touching his belt; his stomach; those magnificent thighs. Claiming the doctor the way he’s claimed me.
“Mine,” I mumble around the head of his cock.
Whit hisses. “Obviously. But mind your teeth, please.”
Ha.Okay, I can’t keep going after that, not when I’m dissolving into giggles on the bed. And Whit’s chuckling too, moving me up the mattress, arranging my limbs and brushing my hair across the pillow.
“Take your clothes off,” I beg when I finally catch my breath. His tie is tickling my belly, and I’ve waited so long for this.
When that white coat hits my bedroom floor and his shirt follows, heavenly trumpets blare in my brain. Dr Whitaker is tanned and strong; muscled and lean. Brown hair dusts his chest and snakes down the center of his belly.
My sodden bikini hits the wall with a wet slap.
“I thought this would never happen. Thought for sure you’d hold out and I’d die a virgin.” I’m babbling, clutching at Whit’s heated skin when he crawls over me, both of us bared at last. We’reready, and his bronze hair glints gold in the light of my bedside lamp. “God. Okay, okay. This is it.” I wriggle beneath him. “Wow, I really hope I’m a good lay.”
“Poppy.” Whit’s teeth scrape over my throat. His stubbly chin rasps over my shoulder, and his hand is stroking up and down my side. “Relax, sweet girl. You’re already a dream. My dream.”
Aaaaaah.
Likewise.
“You’re tickling my ribs,” I tell him. He pinches my nipple instead, sending an arrow of heat between my legs, and nerves are knotted tight in my chest, my palms sweaty against his back.
But when Whit traces two fingers through my folds, I melt against the bed with a sigh.
“That’s it.” He knows me well by now; knows the exact ways to drive me mad with his touch. I buck and moan beneath him, nails digging into his shoulders, and my head spins in a technicolor whirl. “Good girl. Open up for me.”
“Uh-huh.” I steal a doubtful glance between our bodies. His cock was so thick and heavy on my tongue. “Though you’re, um. You’re really big.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere.” Two fingers curl inside me, arching my spine, and Whit is so huge looming over me. So broad and manly, watching me with those scorching brown eyes. “It will fit, Poppy. Relax.”
Relax.Okay, I can do that. I can.
The broad head of Whit’s cock lines up with my entrance.
“Deep breath.” He sinks into my body with a groan.