Page 51 of Goalie Secrets
“I am your doctor. You are my patient.”
She sounds breathless as if every word leaks strength from her bones. Her body slumps. Without thinking, I pull her pliant body closer. Full breasts press against my torso.
“I am your doctor and you are my patient,” she repeats with a whisper that warms my neck and tugs at my cock.
Her palms find their way around my back. The evidence of our mutual arousal is impossible to hide. Hard nipples and steel erection. Eager lips and hungry eyes.
My hand moves up the cradle of her nape, fingers tangling in her low ponytail. She sighs as I relieve the strands of their constraints and massage the knots on her neck. There’s time and opportunity for her to pull away.
Instead, her arms tighten. Vanya looks as drunk as I feel when she mutters, in a trance, “I am your doctor and you are—”
“I’m going to kiss my doctor now,” I announce.
Our lips join, achingly tender at first. A frantic desperation builds in me.More. I want to take all that sweetness for myself, make her softness yield to me. I sweep my tongue inside her warmth, and she meets it with equal urgency.
My arms wrap tighter around her back just as her fingers clasp my neck. The heat between us is so intense I imagine red, fiery embers behind my closed eyes.
Urgency moves me forward. I lift Vanya to sit on the desk and angle my cock against her hot cradle. She yields beautifully, tilting her hips for more pressure and kissing me harder. Deeper.
The kiss releases turmoil inside me. It is exactly what I want but not enough. All my senses are heightened, clamoring for more of Vanya. I taste her herbal aroma, I feel her moans, I hear the friction of our clothes. It’s reckless chaos mired in unbelievable pleasure.
There is none of the shock of our first kiss in that dark basement.
None of the hesitation.
None of the restraint.
We kiss for minutes or hours, it’s impossible to say exactly. But something inside me shifts.
My surroundings, the moment I open my eyes, look different. It’s a backdrop to Vanya. My world only makes sense when she’s in it.
Dr. Vanya Kapur is like no one I’ve ever met or willevermeet. She stirs a hunger that only she can satisfy. She makes me yearn to belong to her as much as I want to have her for myself. I want to give and take, over and over and over again.
I pull away at the jarring realization. Her fingers tighten in my hair, begging me to come back. The temptation of those lips is too much to deny myself, so I brush against them lightly, back and forth as I try to find an equilibrium that will allow me to walk out of her office without declaring something foolish.
I want to kiss you every day. What do I need to do so you’ll let me kiss you every day?
Watching the haze of lust darken her hooded eyes and feeling her chest lift as she takes her first full, steady breath makes my aching cock push harder against the painful zipper. We stare ateach other as if we only now came up from underwater. I’m not sure if she’ll push me away or if she’ll kiss me again. I wait.
“Why is it like this between us?” she asks.
“I don’t know. I’ve never felt this before.”
A knock on her office door makes us both jump. Vanya finds her feet and pulls her hair back. “I’ll be out in a second,” she calls to the person outside.
I straighten my sweater and adjust my pants. When we’re both fit for the public, she strides to the door. Hand on the doorknob, Vanya pauses. She looks back at me, two lines between her brows indicating worry.
“I’ve never felt this before, either.”
Before I can respond, she’s out the door.
The sexiest woman I’ve ever kissed, who also happens to be my doctor, leaves me reeling in emotions. Emotions that only she has ever inspired, longing that I didn’t know existed till we met. The physical attraction is nothing compared to my desire to be with her, care for her, love her.Loveher?
The word bulldozes past my defenses and settles inside me like an immovable rock. L-o-v-e won’t stop taking up space. With that word comes the heavy hit of harsh reality.
I’m falling in love with my doctor.
Kissing her is only the beginning. I want to see her every day. I think about her all the time. My admiration of her skill and knowledge has no bounds. And my longing to hold her tight is as strong as my need to breathe. Being with her is as thrilling and natural as the first time I stepped on ice. Like I’m home. Like I’m doing what I’m born to do. But unlike hockey, there’s no “working harder” to overcome struggles. She’s a woman with her own mind and heart.